#okay now i definitely sound mentally ill

[naviamin]

✰ Submissive Itoshi Sae drabble

Okay y’all have no idea how down bad I am for the idea of sub!sae (like mentally ill) like y’all CANNOT tell me that Sae wouldn’t have many freaky kinks. Like, degradation, yes. Praise, cool. Choking? Hell yes. Just the idea of being used and filled up is amazing to him, though he can get riled up rather quickly. (Though, his body betrays all signs of actual anger)

✿ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: ok so i either like heavily submissive men or heavily dominant men, help- so take this thirsty drabble of sub sae! it may flop but idc this has to be up here bc why else does sae have ALLAT ass 🙂 anyways shout out to @theshinazugawaslut for being my best friend and encouraging me to write more drabbles and thirsts, love you go check them out! (forgive any typos or grammatical errors)

★ Sae and his many kinks

GENDER NEUTRAL READER! no gendered terms. You can refer to “cock” as “strap” if you are more comfy with fem terms but this is a NON GENDERED term drabble :)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: degradation kink, choking kink, face-to-face sex, hair-pulling, rough sex, consensual dick slapping, passing/blacking out, sae being fucked delirious to the point he loses his senses bc that’s HOT

“Uhn—” Sae groaned as you slowly roll your hips, creating a torturous yet utterly delicious pace for the both of you. The friction was almost enough to fold you in half, but you held on longer. After all, brat-taming Sae was your favourite thing amongst them all.

“Faster,” he gasps, pulling at your back to encourage you. You won’t budge, though the effort is adorable. “Faster. God, please, go faster.”

He sounds demanding—the deep grumble of his voice, the irritation was just so sweet.

If you weren’t already turned on, you definitely were now.

Pitifully, Sae wraps his legs around your waist, and begins to seek any possible form of greater pleasure. He begins to greedily grind his ass back onto your cock, gasping when he felt it graze his prostate. You watch as he maneuvers your body, nails scratching deep into your skin as he throws his head back each time he picks up the pace.

Watching his whine and moan—watching him act like this makes something deep within your guts itch—by God, you wish to grab him by his pretty throat and drive into him till he fucking breaks. Come so deep into him that it shows in his belly.

(The sight before you is truly lewd; arousing.)

A long, slow groan escapes your lips as Sae takes a long, deep drag across your cock. You watch with content, practically salivating, as he holds you; his sweet, warm breath panning over your face.

His scent deep within your nostrils—something you will forever know, and the sight: the way his eyes roll back the faster he grinds his hips onto your cock—watching him take your large cock—ah, it’s all just so exhilarating.

Clouds of euphoria circle around your head as you slowly trace up Sae’s muscled, pale legs. You grab at the flesh, occasionally nipping at his skin. Smiling to yourself at the soft sighs you get in return.

“You know...” Sae begins, reaching his hand over to turn your face.

You feel yourself blink at that; disoriented.

(Everything he does is so hot to you, a guilty-pleasure of yours, perhaps. His demanding nature, his odd dominance even though he has your cock inches up his ass—it’s just so beautiful in its own way.)

Sae snaps you out of your obscene thoughts by pulling you down towards him. His lips now right next to your ear, he slowly breathes against your ear—earning him a shiver from you. Sae chuckles, then he speaks, a peculiar tone that you have never heard from him before. He speaks lowly, cruelly, perhaps because what he says makes your guts twist.

He gasps and whimpers amongst some words, but that doesn’t take away the weight of them. “Seems like you were the one who truly wanted to get fucked, hmm? I didn’t come here to do all the work by myself.”

You fall silent, you watch him as he moves away from you. Challenging, arrogant smile on his face and all. Though you try and make a show of dominance, you ultimately fail as you smile. You’ll let him revel in his oh-so-greatness for now. He’ll soon learn.

“Oh, great, Sae,” you begin. You watch him, relaxed—watching as he frowns from your rude answer but it is an amusing moment as you quite literally felt his dick twitch against your very stomach... how cute.

“Fuck, quit the tough boy act, hmm?” you moan when he fucks himself onto your cock suddenly hard, a sudden change in pace.

Sae shoots you a challenging look, though he doesn’t say anything to you. A look you understand well—he isn’t angry at you, he’s intrigued. He wishes to know what you mean, and what you may offer him.

“Come on, baby, I know you.” You laugh against him, and you feel the way he groans at that. He likes that.

“Hmm?”

Your laugh reverberates against his skin, and you lean further down, towards his ear. Just like he did to you—except—he’s shaking with excitement, he loves being treated like this. Nothing more than a cheap slut. Who knew that Sae, the Sae, usually so cold and bitter, would love being bent in-half like some brazen whore?

With all that in mind, you slowly kiss his temple and sigh contently with the moan you receive in return.

Your hands finally rest on his hips, abruptly stopping his rutting. “You want me to fuck you, hmm? Baby, just say it.”

Sae looks at you, dumbfounded. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Let me move,” he says, huffing when your hands put him to a stop again.

“Oh... Sae...” you chuckle. “It’s just a couple words, put em together and bah... you shall have the best night of your life.”

You sigh when you watch his eyes narrow at you, fondly watching as you see him frown in annoyance and you hiss when his nails dig into your back; a punishment. How pathetic.

“Just say it, please?” You sound even more pathetic, begging Sae to beg you to fuck him. But, you aren’t as stubborn as him at least, but you do intend to fully keep your promise.

Sae growls with irritation— with desire? You couldn’t tell. But you both know, by the way he trembles beneath you, scratching deep wounds across your back—he desires something: you.

He watches you a while longer, tightening his muscled legs around you. You watch with curiosity as his eyes appear to become glassy... is he crying? Was Sae actually crying?

You choke out a surprised laugh, then push yourself back to take his nipple into your mouth. You tease him, licking slowly across his chest area; starting from the bud to his collar bone. You enjoy the sighs and gasps you get in return, especially when your cock twitches inside his tight hole.

“Come on, baby,” you practically coo at him, lifting your face up from his chest. “Just ask.”

Sae bites his bottom lip, rolling it in-between his teeth before he gives you a pleading look. “Just—just—please, just...”

“Just, what?” You grin deviously, chuckling with the rough scratch you receive in return.

“Fuck you—”

“I think you mean something else, but—”

“—F-fine.. then just... j-just fuck me.”

You pull yourself up, taking a deep sigh. You grin slyly at him, before you whisper. You whisper so quietly that even you almost didn’t hear yourself, “As you wish.”

You grip Sae’s hips, rough, fucking him onto your cock. You revel in the scream you get in return, and as you set an unforgiving and fast pace, a chorus of moans and whimpers resound in the room.

You thrust relentlessly, vicious and perhaps even brutal. You watch as Sae throws his head back, his legs shaking, quivering as they try and keep hold of you.

“Oh, God—fuck, f-fuck!”

“Like it, Sae?” you drawl out, panting between each word.

“N-no—yes, yes, I- just— mmm!”

You cut him off by slamming right into his prostate, causing him to fall limp into your arms. You take this opportunity to grab his weak legs and maneuver them onto your shoulders. You grab at the flesh, pushing his legs onto his chest. A more difficult position.

Sae looks at you through his legs, dumbfounded. Though his confusion lasts only a few seconds as you continue to thrust into him, each thrust striking his prostate in that sweet way he craves.

You groan as you feel Sae’s warm hole convulse around you, followed by being dragged down by Sae for a deep, feverish kiss. Sae’s tongue fucks into your mouth, licking quick, small strokes against your own tongue. You smile against his lips, moaning deeply into his mouth as you follow him, just as feverishly.

Sae pulls back for breath, and just as you go into kiss him, he places his hands on your chest to stop him.

This time, you look at him puzzled. Your thrusts slow down, and suddenly you realise the amount of sweat running down your forehead.

Just as you begin to pick up the pace again, Sae tightens his legs around your head, smiling at you devilishly. You sigh, as you raise an eyebrow.

Sae flutters his eyelashes, wet from unshed tears. He slowly goes to grab at your hand, pulling it away from his leg. You watch him, confused. Sae gulps slowly, gently pulling your hand closer to his neck—you gasp. Perhaps that was a dramatic reaction as you only get a fond laugh from Sae in return.

Sae intertwines his fingers with yours, placing your hand around his neck. “Here...”

“What?”

He gives you a teasing look, a look that made your insides flip. How you enjoy that look of dominance—even after all this bitching and being reduced to a moaning mess, he still has the upper hand on you.

Just the thought of having dominance, control over Sae is driving you insane. And if he asks you what truly think he is, then for once, maybe you can shut him down. (No matter how hot or attractive you think it is).

“Hold me.”

You understand quickly what he means, and your fingers tighten around his throat, palm crushing his jugular as you spit out, “Whore.”

He lets out an elicit moan and his eyes roll back to the back of his skull. Fingers rake down through the soft skin of your back until the sensation of blood trickling down your back begins. Even then, Sae does not stop.

His body spasms around your cock. Fingers tangling into your hair, and pulling as you drag your cock further into him, then pulling out just to ram back into his. You bask in the strangled cries, leaving his purple throat.

Momentarily, you let go of Sae’s throat and he takes a deep breath, sputtering.

Sae whines as you suddenly pull out him, and then yelps as you flip him over into a painful face down-ass up position. Your hand pressing down on his head until he gasps, his breathing ragged as he drools over the pillows that barely allows him breath.

“You f-fucking bitch, taking my dick like a brazen whore. You spread your legs like this for anyone?"

Sae struggles beneath you, scratching at your hands for breath. You fuck him, hard, fast—your pace never wavering. You hit his prostate with each thrust, laughing when you watch his pathetically slap your hands—trying to pull them off.

You do as he wishes, you pull his face off the pillows by his hair. But, just when Sae coughs for air, you continue to aggressively pull his head back until you force him to sit on his two knees.

You let go of his hair and grope at his chest, pulling roughly at the sensitive skin. You rub his chest, smirking against Sae’s face when you feel his hands grabbing at yours, helping you guide them across his pretty body.

You whisper hotly against him, seeing the way his dick twitches and throbs from your words. “Sae, if I knew you were like this, I wouldn’t have waited this long to fuck you like this, hmm?”

You slowly move your hands down his abdomen, moving down to his aching cock. You take it into your hand, giving it a gentle stroke. Sae immediately folds at the sudden touch, and you, you have no remorse. You grab onto his throat firmly, practically throwing him back so he is straight.

You stroke his cock, slowly at first—then you go faster. Pumping roughly and you relish in the moans you get in return. You watch Sae’s chest rise and fall, as he pants and exhales roughly.

“Oh, God...”

“Hmm?” You reply, absentmindedly.

Sae keens and shakes in your hold, and desperately grabs onto your hand that is still placed on his throat: a threat.

“I’m g-gonna c-come, I- mmmnn!”

You cut him off by slapping his cock—perhaps it was a terrible thing to do, but the way his back arches and the moan that teared out of his mouth says otherwise. You do it once more, and Sae reaches up to grab your hair, pulling it back aggressively. Your head almost felt like it had snapped of your shoulders.

You’re in shock, only for a few moments before you bring your arm to wrap your arm around his neck, locking him in place, crushing his throat yet again. You watch as Sae pathetically squirms in your arms, clawing at your arms.

You rock back and forth, your cock pounding into him as you do so. As you move, you whisper insults and praise againt his ear, teeth hot with lust and heavy arousal. You feel his tight walls convulse around your dick; like you’re being pulled in.

“Look at you,” you sneer, “I’m so happy right now, you have no idea.”

You push your mouth further into Sae’s face, licking his ear. “You can’t even pretend to not like this... hmm? You like being treated like a slut, some day-today whore, don’t you?”

Sae shivers against you, mouth open, trying to breathe in any ways possible. You loosen your grip around his throat, but your arms still is there... just in case.

“In that case, come for me baby. Hmm, come?” you slap his cock again, jolting Sae awake.

You grab his cock again, pumping feverishly. You stroke it up, then down, and doing it all over again. You watch as Sae slowly becomes to become undone, and with each thrust, each limb of his goes weak.

“I-I... I’m going to...”

With one last thrust, you groan deeply into his ear and you both share an orgasm that crashes over you like waves. Your hips stutter, your thrusts slowing down until they come to a sudden halt.

You laugh, against his ear. You let go of his throat, moving down to rub small, comforting touches against his belly. “Oh Sae, that was amazing... God I love you.”

You kiss his temple slowly, then look at him. Your blood runs cold, did Sae... die?

“Sae? Sae?!” you shout, pulling your cock out of him to turn him around. You scramble to check his pulse and... it’s beating. Thank God.

You take a sigh of release and then chuckle at the moment. You panic for no reason, you must have fucked him too hard and made him black out.

You’ll just have to tell Sae how much you love him in the morning, you suppose. Until then, you guess having a lie-down seems nice. All that work just to come once, huh?

But you promised a good night for Sae, and a good night it truly was... for the both of you.

© 2024, NAVIAMIN

#𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #blue lock #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #sae smut #sub!sae #dom!reader #drabble #drabbles #thirsts

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IT WILL BE OKAY - YOON JEONGHAN

word count: 2.6k…

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend (yes, the one and only, yoon jeonghan) is being stubborn and refusing to admit that he's sick

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, bf!jeonghan, established relationship, domestic

warnings: slightly suggestive, but it's all just teasing.

rating: pg-13

a/n: i recently ate some chicken dumpling soup from one of my favorite restaurants and it had me thinking about how svt would act when they're sick. okay, when i say svt i mean jeonghan. anywho, i hope y'all enjoy this fluff! titled after it will be okay by yun ddan ddan (i had no idea jeonghan recommended some of his songs? he has taste! also this ep brought me back to 2018) thank you a bunch to @toikiii for being a beta reader for this fic!

The lights were on when you entered your apartment, which surprised you since you thought he would already be sleeping. You placed the food you picked up on the kitchen counter next to the stove and swiftly headed to the bedroom. Jeonghan was sitting on his favorite chair, preoccupied by his phone. You could tell he was listening to music by the way his body subtly swayed to the rhythm of the song. 

“What are you doing?” You asked only to be met with no response. He was evidently absorbed in the music and couldn’t hear you. Noise-cancelling headphones are a blessing and a curse, you thought to yourself before tapping his shoulder to alert him of your arrival back home. 

“Y/N, my baby’s back!” He takes off his headphones at lightning speed and goes in to give you a kiss, a greeting that has become normalized between you two. You put up your hand to stop him in his tracks resulting in your boyfriend having a quizzical look on his face.

He pouts, “Why are you depriving me of our daily greeting?” 

“Your fault for being on your phone,” You reason curtly. 

Jeonghan’s bewilderment with your mood only grew bigger because you just got home. He couldn’t figure out why you were upset with him. Nevertheless, he resumes his usual chatter after work and shows off his new AirPods Max that Seungcheol gifted him.

“Seungcheol had these shipped to the apartment and they came a couple hours ago, he said it was a gift since he lost the game that we bet on last time we went to CHEERS Pub,” He chattingly tells you, happy to see you after a long day. 

You belatedly notice the new condition of the headphones resting on his shoulders. Creating a mental note to send an angry lengthy text to Jeonghan’s friend for gifting it while your boyfriend was sick. He did need new headphones though, his last ones only had one ear that worked properly.

“You mean the bet you cheated on?” You grin, used to his dirty shenanigans when hanging with his friends. 

“Shh, all Seungcheol thinks is that the bar’s cue sticks were faulty,” He shushes you, making you both recall the chaotic night of pool that took place. There was never a dull moment with Yoon Jeonghan as your boyfriend.

You realize that he still doesn’t know that your neighbor Joshua texted you earlier. Joshua informed you that he heard some coughs through his wall that sounded painful. Without Joshua’s text, you probably wouldn’t have known about Jeonghan’s sickness until he had already recovered. Unlike popular belief, Jeonghan typically doesn’t like getting attention when he’s feeling unwell. Well, he likes getting doted on by anyone but you. He feels it’s a huge inconvenience for you, since he knows that most of the time you’re stressed out about work. You’ve tried to change his ways by telling him you’re his partner and it hurts you to not know he’s ill. Yet, each time he’s been ill he’s managed to hide it from you. This time though, now that you’re aware, you can’t sit and do nothing. You won’t. 

You bought rice porridge from his favorite restaurant and although he usually ordered cheonggukjang, the rice porridge was definitely more fitting for his current state. He smelled the heavenly fragrance coming from the kitchen and stopped talking about his headphones to investigate. He strolled over leisurely with you close behind him. 

“What's this?” He wonders audibly while opening the bag and becomes confused while looking at the food in front of him. What occasion calls for rice porridge?

His confusion turns into worry, “Is my baby sick?”

He darted over to where you were on the opposite side of the counter and put his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Yet again, he’s left feeling immense confusion since you feel fine. 

“Cut the act, Yoon Jeonghan.” You groan, attempting to also feel his forehead with your hand but he dodged your touch before you could do so. 

He knows you mean business, since you brought out his full name. Still, he didn’t want to cave in and think that you had somehow sensed he was ill.

“What act my dearest Y/N?” He feigns ignorance with a smile, trying to preserve his artificial naivety to the situation. Your eyes were fixed on something behind him, causing him to sharply snap his head back. Not noticing right away, he shrugs at you so you simply point at the trash can by the sofa full of used tissue. 

“Do normal people use that much tissue in one day, Yoon Jeonghan?” You rhetorically ask, feeling successful in collecting evidence of his illness. 

He scurries to hide the tissue but realizes it’s too late. Every attempt to get back to his relaxed composure are failures. Nonetheless, he moves the trash can behind the sofa’s arm to hide it in hopes that you wouldn’t bring it up again.

You clap your hands victoriously “Ha, I got you!” 

Well technically Joshua did, but seeing Jeonghan flustered was a rare occurrence so you wanted to take the credit and remember it. You also needed to thank Joshua for his helpful intel, but that was for another day. Turning serious again you returned to the food and started pouring the porridge out into a pot. You knew that he liked his food hot, but having piping hot food wasn’t the best idea when he’s as sick as he is. Still, lukewarm porridge quickly becoming cold porridge was definitely not what you wanted to give him. Warming it up on the stovetop, you were clueless to his presence behind you.

Jeonghan was lurking behind you and checking your process by looking over your shoulders silently. He knew that you tended to tune out the rest of the world when you were focused on something else. Your intense concentration skills are something that he loved about you.

Today you were more attentive since he was sick and you quickly noticed him behind you. Also, trying to breathe behind someone silently when you have a congested nose is impossible. No matter how hard he tried to be quiet, his labored breathing could be heard, especially given the close proximity he was behind you. Turning around, you frown at him while lightly caressing his cheek with your free hand. 

“Sit down on the couch, please. No phones, no headphones,” You requested, surprising both of you since he was usually the assertive one between the two of you. 

So that's why you were grouchy about me being on my phone, he thought to himself. “Is that what my baby was brooding about, hm?” He sang out to you, walking to the couch in compliance. 

“But Y/N, I swear I’m not sick-” He tried to deny his sickness, mainly because he doesn’t want to worry you. Secretly, the smallest part of him also really wants to listen to music with his newly gifted headphones, but luck wasn’t on his side. 

He breaks out into a coughing fit before he can even finish his sentence. Defeatedly taking a seat on the couch, he extends his arm out for the tissue box on the coffee table next to him. 

The burner on the stove was turned low to simmer anyways so you filled up a glass of water and rushed over to the couch, concerned for Jeonghan.

“Hannie, it will be okay but please rest and let me take care of you.”

“But I’m fine, really.” He bluffs. He tries to return to his music, giving you a weak smile to reassure you but you softly take his headphones off his ears and sit down on the couch next to him. 

“If you don’t use these or your phone until you get better I’ll buy you whatever legos you want,” You promise, hoping that would be the final motivator to discourage his music listening for the night. 

His face changes completely, brightening up at your words. That’s an offer he would gladly accept. Seeing you so close to him for the first time tonight, Jeonghan’s able to see your disheveled hair and forehead with a few beads of sweat slowly rolling down your face. His face does a complete reverse from the brightened appearance it had with the mention of the legos, darkening enough to make one think you broke his pet rock. Did you run home?

“You were really concerned about me, huh?” He holds your hand in both of his, suddenly feeling extremely guilty for not listening to your requests earlier.

“Of course I was. I got a text from our neighbor that you were coughing and then you weren’t replying to my text messages. My supervisor made me work overtime so I couldn’t even rush home early to you,” you spill out, tears now falling off your face, mixing with the sweat droplets.

“You texted me?” Now it’s his turn to be concerned as he pulls out his phone one last time, checking his messages and seeing no recent ones from you. He scrolls hurriedly, turning his phone to show you. Although he figured it’s his phone’s fault for not delivering your messages he only feels more sorry, hugging you with one arm and wiping your tears with his other hand. 

You opened your own messages, only to see that none of the messages ever sent.

“I hate my work’s wifi so much,” you sigh, still embraced by Jeonghan on the couch. He consoles you a bit more as your breathing returns to normal. You stay like this for a while more before remembering the porridge was still on the stove, “It must be boiling hot!”

Jogging back over to the kitchen, you taste a spoonful of the porridge and are relieved at its mild temperature. The simmer function has to be one of the best inventions. You pour it into a bowl that you made for Jeonghan on one of your first dates. His mug ended up wildly deformed and became large enough to function as a vase. But, you never knew ceramics could be so much fun. Jeonghan was always the one planning your dates and he always found nice activities to do. He was a large part in the fun factor of your pottery memories, the reason that your apartment was crowded with your amateur creations.

“Baby, do you want to try this?” You inquired, stopping your reminiscing.

He comes over to the island in your kitchen and takes a seat on the stool, eating a spoonful of it.

“You got it from my favorite restaurant didnt you?” He fondly looks up at you while enjoying another spoonful of the porridge. 

“Mhm,” You hum, grabbing your order out of the plastic bag. You reached in the sink for a bowl that you could’ve sworn was still dirty, only to see the sink was empty. You were going to do the dishes once you finished work, which means the empty sink could only be attributed to Jeonghan. He did the dishes before you came back even though it was your turn, and in a sick condition at that. You leaned over the sink and gently grabbed his head to give him a kiss on the forehead. He was still holding his bowl of porridge and stayed quiet for a while, unsure but grateful towards what he did to warrant your affection. 

Thirty minutes later, Jeonghan and you were both finished with your dinners and feeling full. You were playing with his hair as you both rested on the sofa, sitting and enjoying the quiet. Still have plenty of time to aid him back to health, you thought while glancing at your work bag. You were glad you stopped at the convenience store on the way home practically buying everything known to man to make him feel better. Cold medicine? Check. Calming tea? Check. Fuzzy socks? Check. You could tell he was getting sleepy since his body heat was warming you up as well, nearly making you fall asleep. 

“Jeonghan, can you move over slightly so I can get up real quick?” You whispered, careful to not disturb his relaxed body next to you. He silently obliged, immediately flopping onto your empty space to cling onto any of the lingering warmth your spot might have. 

You walked to your work bag which you left in the bedroom, grabbing a cooling patch since you could tell he still needed to break his fever. Holding it behind your back with both hands, you sauntered over to the couch. 

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan nervously asks while getting up from his lying position. He was used to that mischievous smile on your face. It was a smile that rivaled his own scheming one, an aspect that initially attracted him to you. But now, he knew better than to view that smile as charming.

“Just making sure you get your daily greeting, even if it’s delayed,” You reply, watching him stand up from the couch. 

“But you’re going to get sick,” Jeonghan stumbles on his words, trying to hide how flustered he was. Still, you were walking over to him with a stare that left him breathless. Your greeting was typically just a quick peck, what were you planning to do to him?

Your smirk only grew wider as you saw his flustered expression, well-aware that he didn’t know what was behind your back. Soon enough, you were face-to-face with Yoon Jeonghan as he waited for what seemed like an eternity. You took one hand off your grip of the cooling patch, using it to push his chest. He was caught off guard so he fell backwards onto the couch. He gulped at your actions, still not understanding what was happening. You wanted to be face-to-face with him, so you placed one of your knees in between his legs and bent down to reach his eye level. 

“Y/N, seriously what’s gotten into you tonight?” He giggled, loving every second of it. 

“Nothing,” You replied, leaning even farther, enough for him to close his eyes. He was expectant and you knew he would immediately sulk. 

His eyes reopened to reveal a blank stare looking back at you. You backed away from the sofa, content with your placement of the cooling patch. He slowly touched his forehead to be met with the cold sensation from the patch and his blank stare became a sullen look.

“Why am I getting no kisses today? Don't you know you shouldn't tease a sick person?” He complained, making your predictions correct.

You shrugged at your boyfriend, “In my defense, I did give you a forehead kiss during dinner. Like you said, if I kissed you for real we would both get sick. We need to have at least one breadwinner to pay the bills, right?” 

He whined, “But, I’m going to work tomorrow too!” 

“Like hell you are, I already called in for you,” You refused, finding your place on the sofa next to him again.

“The sooner you feel better, the sooner I’ll buy you those legos…” You trail off with your reminder, extending a hand out for him to get up. If he was going to fall asleep the bed would be a hundred times more comfortable than the sofa, and it was getting late.

"You should be tucked in, but not too much that you can't break your fever," You explain, helping Jeonghan into bed as you headed to the bathroom to change into pajamas.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Y/N. I won’t hide it anymore when I’m sick,” Jeonghan promised you, making you grin at his stubbornness crumbling away. You couldn't see him, but you could tell he was blushing by the timidness in his tone.

“See, being cared for isn’t that bad, is it?” You point out, crawling into bed next to him.

“Not when it’s you,” He mumbled with a soft smile, drifting off to sleep.

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Pairing: Graves/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestions of mental illness, fluff n comfort folks.

Summary: Stupid self indulgent Graves comforting you during a breakdown bc fuck I could go for that rn HAHA. Enjoy tho. He’s a tootie.

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Normally, the sound of the front door opening and your boyfriend announcing his arrival home sets off a plethora of positive feelings inside you. Whether he be coming home from a trip out of town that kept him from you for only a few days, or coming home after months away deployed on a mission, the excitement of having him home safe was consistent. Especially if he was coming home earlier than expected.

But today, the sound of the door and his distinct voice heralding his early arrival made dread wash over you in such an enormous wave, you could’ve vomited on the spot.

The tears soaking your face and making your skin puffy and blotchy would not be concealed by the time he saw you, neither would the suffocating emotions that had overwhelmed you from the inside out. He was going to walk right in on your dirty little secret, something you had kept from him since you first met, and the panic of that knowledge made it hard to stand.

Still, you tried. Using the heels of your hands to wipe furiously at your face as you turn your back to the kitchen’s open entrance, if only to give yourself a few more seconds of time to compose before he saw you.

“Where you at, hon’?”

“Kitchen!”

It’s meek and your voice warbles and fuck, the anxiety is making the tears come harder. You can hear him traverse through the foyer, into the living room, discarding his coat and shoes and whatever else as he goes, until the sound of his steps are loud enough to deduce he’s in the same room.

“Hey, dollface. Miss me?”

The lump in your throat is impossible to talk around, and you cringe internally as the weak “mhm,” you have to settle for in response definitely sells you out.

“Hon’? You okay?”

There it is.

You can’t look at him as you bury your face in your hands, trying to muffle the vicious cries that are wrenched from you at his innocent question.

If Philip was taken aback by your outburst, he recovers quickly.

It seems like he’s in your personal space instantly, gently insisting you look at him with soft hands and a worried tone. The concern in his blue eyes is breathtaking, eyebrows upturned, forehead wrinkled. Calloused hands cup your cheeks, smooth away your tears.

“Oh, sweetheart, what’sa matter? Did somethin’ happen while I was gone?”

You shake your head in his hold, sniffing out a pathetic little, “n-no, I’m okay, I’m sorry,” that he tuts at, tilting his head and flashing a small smile that’s both parts amused and a bit scandalised.

“C’mon now, sugar, I might not be the best at picking up on someone’s feelin’s, but I’d like to think I have the brain to recognise when my girl is upset; especially when she’s cryin’, huh?”

You have to laugh at that. You look at your feet, embarrassment colouring your cheeks at you shift on the spot. He doesn’t push you. Just holds your face like he has all the time in the world, waits as you take a deep breath when you’re ready and look at him again.

“It’s um… Things are… Hard.”

“What things, baby? Can I help?”

You shake your head, worrying your lip between your teeth before mustering up a bleak, “I just… struggle? With my thoughts sometimes? A-And there’s not a lot I can do about it.”

Understanding crosses his face before his jaw sets, lips pursing together. He looks truly worried about you in that moment, and you want to bury yourself alive. This is exactly what you were hoping to avoid.

“I’m sorry, this is why I haven’t said anything about it.”

“What d’ya mean?”

“I don’t want you to worry about me, especially when you’re already dealing with so much-“

Philip sighs, muttering a quiet, “baby,” before he pulls you into an embrace. His arms are strong, warm and comforting around you as you allow yourself to bury away in his chest. His heartbeat is steady and soothing, his thumbs drawing circles on your back as his voice vibrates through his being and into your own.

“I don’t want you hidin’ shit like this from me, okay? I’m here for you, honey,” he says, “correct me if I’m wrong, but you worry ‘bout me when I’m away, right?”

You nod.

“‘Xactly. Two way street, doll. Let me worry about you too.”

He pulls you away then, smoothing your hair from your face and looking into your watery eyes. You feel warm in the way he looks at you. A little bit silly for ever thinking he’d take your struggles as diminishing to his own. Your voice is breathy and taut when you respond in compliance, and Philip smiles again, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Good. Do you need to talk about anythin’?”

“Mn-nn. Just wanna enjoy you being here.”

He chuckles, nodding and stooping to catch your lips this time.

“I think I want a nice, hot bath. Wanna join?”

You giggle despite the hotness of your emotions still high in your cheeks, “sure.”

“”Sure?”” He parrots dramatically, swooping his arms under your legs, relishing in the little squeal and laugh you give as he hoists you up into his arms, “sure”, ain’t gonna cut it, angelface, I want a “yes Commander.”

You plant a kiss on his stubbly cheek, “Yes Commander Graves.”

“Mm. More like it.”

#call of duty mwii #cod #philip graves #alejandro vargas #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #könig mw2 #simon ghost riley #x reader #phillip graves #philip graves x reader

[possession1981]

Can you believe I recently (well, over a month ago now definitely, but I'm lazy so let's ignore that) hit 5000 followers on this blog because I sure cannot. Either way, I did and I am soooo sososososoooo grateful for ever single person who follows me and who appreciates my dumb jokes (such as this perfectly on-brand, tacky, campy, ridiculous but beautifully made gif of Shinee) and who reblogs my gifs and edits, especially when you put very very sweet comments in the tags it's a joy to be able to have a space to share my little creations that may not really mean much to the outside world but they do to ME.

Anyways! As a token of my appreciation I have decided to do a little gif request event which will be open until I say it's not anymore tbh... No set time limit we'll just see how my stamina is I suppose. The request rules will be at the bottom of this post. However, first I want to give a quick shoutout to SOME of my most beloved mutuals who make scrolling on this stupid website so much better. (As you know, there's a cap on how many tags we can add to posts, so to those mutuals who may not be mentioned here know that I love you SOOOOOOO much still, and I kith u!)

@aintgonnadance 🖤 @awek-s 🖤 @baeseongyeob 🖤 @berryjaellie 🖤 @byunbaekhyunie 🖤 @catchmewjsn 🖤 @cheolmatez 🖤 @dokyeomini 🖤 @dongkwan 🖤 @duovxq 🖤 @exidtual 🖤 @filmopen 🖤 @flops 🖤 @gaykey 🖤 @glowinseong 🖤 @got7 🖤 @hoshifromkpop 🖤 @hozierbyrne 🖤 @hwangcha 🖤 @hwiyoungies 🖤 @hyunpic 🖤 @hyunseungs 🖤 @jeonwonwoo 🖤 @jikyu 🖤 @juyeonis 🖤 @kangyeosaang 🖤 @kyubins 🖤 @librapropaganda 🖤 @moonsua 🖤 @notyuta 🖤 @park-doha 🖤 @ryudaeng 🖤 @seonghwasblr 🖤 @shnryjn 🖤@smartrabbit 🖤 @smingi 🖤 @sodacreams 🖤 @stepmom 🖤 @sunmisbf 🖤 @sunwoonie 🖤 @taeminie 🖤 @taeminnomuyeppeo 🖤 @wantbytaemin 🖤 @yejiswife 🖤 @yirenz 🖤 @yoohyeontual 🖤 @yukuz 🖤 @yunkyoung 🖤 @yunwooz 🖤 @yutaslaugh

REQUEST EVENT RULES AND REGULATIONS I will be taking three kinds of requests for this event! Two are music video requests, and the third is a fun option if you want a surprise.

Full music video - this is exactly what it sounds like. You may request that I gif any kpop music video, however I reserve the right to choose not to gif it if it's an artist or group I don't want to gif (I won't list them, but it's a pretty standard group), or I can't find a file that lets me gif to the standard I want to keep.

Member music video - very similar to the former, you may request gifs of any single member of a group from a specific music video and I shall be at your command, although the same reservations as above apply. Since these are much faster to do than full mv sets, they are preferred over the latter.

My favourite x - this is the option if you want to venture outside of music videos, and it's here because my beloved Eri suggested it. You may request gifs of my favourite of whatever you want. Favourite hairstyle on x idol? Favourite era of x group? Favourite styling for x group? etc. etc. The same reservations as above apply, however. Don't ask me for my favourite beet member.

Okay, that's all I think! Please send asks via my ask box only, and please have some patience because well, I'm mentally ill. Requests are open for anyone who wants to send one, and I take them on anon as well. Once again, thank you soooooooo much for the 5k I love you all.

#5k

[annabelle--cane]

at the risk of sounding Really Bad and with the caveat that I mean this in the most pro vaccine pro taking Covid extremely seriously way possible. I think conflating mental health/personal hobbies and habits with physical health and wellness in the time of a literal plague is actually part of why we are where we are. The example of opting out of treating a broken bone that you used is the perfect metaphor because that’s something that mostly effects the person with the broken bone. But if you’re treating every goddamn thing a person can do like it’s potentially viral it makes it easy to sound reasonable to advocate for a lot of vigilance against individual choice. Is this totally off base? do I sound like a reactionary dipshit conspiracy theorist right now? Just… there’s something here right??

even if that isn't the total root cause, I definitely think you're onto something. covid is literally a deadly and disabling viral disease, so the logic of "your actions regarding this impact others" makes total sense, but I think a lot of people took that language and framework and just ran with it, hoping that alluding to a deadly and disabling viral disease would lend credence to their arguments about mental health and personal decisions.

for example, I am constantly thinking about this take I saw on a post about drug decrim in december 2021. it's so special and dear to my heart, it makes no fucking sense at all. the only copy of the screenshot I still have saved is just the tail end of it and it has my annotations, so bear with me.

first, just for a moment, I love the complete breakdown of internal logic. we need to end the stigma around drug abuse but I think using heroin is exactly like being anti-vaxx. we should decriminalize all drugs but you'd have to be craaaazay to think that legalizing them is okay. wait until this person learns that some addiction treatment programs include prescribing opioids as a harm reduction measure.

second, using heroin is in no way like being anti-vaxx oh my god, and this person just can't tell. they are explicitly applying viral disease logic to mental illness* and choices about individual bodily autonomy. I don't want to minimize the pain and distress that can come from having a loved one with a substance use disorder, but in no world is it the same thing as refusing to go to cvs a few times to get a free vaccine against, once again, a deadly and disabling viral disease. groundbreaking leftist take: drug use makes you a hazard and drain on society and honestlyyyy you should think about the consequences of your actions before choosing to become an addict :/

I don't have screenshot for this next example, but I've also seen this language and mindset particularly come up a lot in discussions about "bimboism," makeup, and cosmetic surgery. I've seen several discussion threads where a woman finally just says "look, I'm adult, I've thought about this, I've interrogated myself, and ultimately I still want to do it and I can do what I want with my body" and the comeback to usually is "are you stupid? this isn't just about you, you're a member of a society who inherently expresses your ideology through your choices. the personal is political, stop being so individualistic. what will young girls think when they see you in a miniskirt calling yourself a slut?"

again, the final point that's meant to win the argument is that your choices about your body aren't fundamentally your own but Society's, because other people can look at your body and have feelings about it, they may even want to emulate it. for an added bonus, this one doesn't just use viral disease logic, but also borrows heavily and directly from the really basic conservative idea that women are less people and more living mannequins that you can dress up and use to show off the ideals of your social group. you can't wear that, men might see you and think you're a hussy and then it'll be your fault when they harass other women, little girls might see you and copy you like mindless drones.

*obligatory asides that plenty of people can recreationally use substances without being addicted and they're also fine + I know that classifying addiction as a mental illness is a hotly debated topic, especially in antipsych contexts, but that's a whole different can of worms to the topic at hand.

#answered #anons #id in alt text

[lesbiandanhowell]

Special episode of Sam reacts!

Sam reacts to: We're All Doomed Movie

Since this is long, little summary of thoughts at the beginning. I didn't love the editing at the beginning, because it felt too fast paced/ too jumpy? But it changed in the second half and seeing the contrast in the editing of it being much slower during the emotional bit, it does make sense. I think the movie for sure did the performance justice and showing the audience interactions added a lot for me.

Also this show is so important on every level and I adore Dan so much for making it and being so proud of it.

- Immediately started looking for myself but I don't think you can see us, cause we sat on the balcony. I have however already spotted @energeticwarrior and @danrifics like less than a minute in lmao

- I love seeing how many of the camera positions I identified correctly.

- I wish they would let shots linger more, the cuts are quite jumpy.

- Oh this brings me back so much. Hearing the audience laugh at certain moments I remember laughing in that moment. I get the same excitement and urge to clap and cheer.

- I love seeing his expressions, cause I didn't get to see those up from the balcony!

- The person with the boob hair sweater in the first row, I love you!

- "Believably sad, lonely and horny. Dan Howell!"

- Okay they somehow really managed to capture the energy of the room which I was worried about. The sound leveling between audience and Dan is really well matched imo.

- He is SO SWEATY what the fuck how stressed was he because the venue really wasn't too hot honestly.

- My attention span is so much worse than when I was there in person holy shit.

- "After the show talking about what a good time you've had" and none of us have been able to shut up about just how much we loved it since 🥹

- The overalls are so bad for Dan, he has like no ass in them.

- Okay admission that @personthattoleratesme made fun of me for: during the YouTube swipe Montage I didn't realize all the other like Crafting, Baking, Shipping Container YouTubers was Dan the first time I saw the show...

- I am SO GLAD Froot Loops Tucan made it and the persons reaction and confidence is incredible.

- Dan's ability to go between talking about wanting to fuxk the Duolingo owl to the very real danger of social media influencing political elections is unparalleled.

- "Human communication. We want to come together with real people. Share stories, move each other emotionally with our words about depression and pensis."

- Imagine Dan Howell calling you hoe...

- Something about Dan calling himself a ditzy bitch gets me so bad every time.

- "Miscellaneous mentally ill nerds of London" best title I have ever been given.

- I liked Sundays madlips better :(( But wasn't faggots Sunday I am so confused now

- The screams for every Phil mention, we love him so much.

- I love Blame Game so much, some of my favourite parts from the whole show because the energy is unmatched. The fact that JKR gets a more severe reaction than Musk is actually so funny.

- Sunday crowd was the best, you can so clearly hear that the majority of people is calling freedom for Dan at the end aww.

- I need more bravery to fuck shit up, to not be so agreeable and complacent and be more disruptive honestly.

- After the calender bit his voice is so shakey and broken, I didn't hear that at all in person but fuck that just broke me.

- Yeah the last few minutes always get me so not much of a reaction to those other than I cried, again.

- What I found interesting was the parts that were left out? Cause I definitely noticed a few moments that didn't make the cut which I find surprising! Moments I noticed were the first mention of him only using two emojis, that's referenced again with the cowboy hat emoji and also he didn't include the iconic "Because time changes everything".

- I am so glad they managed to get All Star because it is simply part of the experience honestly. Nothing hit's quite like sobbing and then being hit with that song.

EDIT:

- I remembered something else I really loved: the music, I really think they choose such a good score, made such good little sound effects and the reaction I had to hearing it all live was amazing.

#wad #we're all doomed #wad premiere #dan howell #sam reacts #dan and phil

[olealoa]

what if….since evil morty now has the omega device, he…kills himself?

i know this sounds rather far fetched, but im just thinking about it. i mean, the boy is not the most mentally stable person, he might appear so as charismatic and clever, but he’s also deeply traumatized and filled with some pretty…unaddressed feelings. it’s made clear with rick that revenge doesn’t…magically heal you. rick is left with a 1000 yard stare at the end of 7.5, and this applies to running away from your trauma too. escaping your abuser can definitely help prevent any NEW trauma, but all that old trauma sticks, and i know damn well e!morty isn’t going down to visit ms wong once a week.

i am not saying that he is implied to be suicidal at all, but let’s just think. he was totally good with letting himself get shot just to eliminate a possible threat. he actively kills people, and i know that even if he’s resting in paradise he is definitely not too keen on the idea of a lack of purpose, especially since morty’s whole thing is to be of use, to be irreplaceable. he might have completed his goal of escaping rick, but just like rick himself, settling into a new life without that same goal to chase after can feel meaningless. and who knows, maybe there’s a reason he’d kill himself, maybe it’d be a desperate attempt to get revenge on ricks, maybe he’d randomly feel sympathetic (in some delusional, mentally ill way) and want to kill all mortys to let “them escape rick too”. problem is we just don’t KNOW ENOUGH about him or his current goals. evil morty’s appearances are scattered and rare, his whole thing is to be mysterious. his existence in unmortricken was a total surprise, we just can’t say what to expect.

but either way, that boy is NOT OKAY. he desperately needs some goddamn help, i can’t rely on the writers to give him an in depth, emotionally vulnerable part of his character, since it’d piss fans off probably, but if they did, it would be really interesting. a nice deep dive into his own fears, his own goals, his own feelings about his existence. they were able to do it with rick, maybe that can do it with him. or they’ll skimp out and make him the total villain of the series, but im honestly rooting for anti-antagonist. definitely ain’t an anti-hero, at least not yet, but i don’t see him as a full on villain.

#rick and morty #rnm #evil morty #morty smith #morty #rick sanchez #morty c137 #morty prime #rick and morty spoilers #sorry it’s like 4 am random ramblings #none of this really makes sense but #im just trying to see where they’re trying to go with him #we’ll probably have to say another 2.5 years to see him again #wahhahhhhshhhhaa

[zeezelweazel]

|Yellowjackets| I'm not crazy|

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I had this idea at like 1am and I had to write it down

This show is so underated like I'm literally hooked, one of the best tv shows that came out in a long time

Also I tried to do this a bit differently than the others, I hope it worked

Expect more yellowjackets ofc <3

Characters Included : Lottie, Shauna

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• Lottie •

[ set between season 1 and season 2 ]

You are stranded in the damn wilderness. You are hungry and scared and lost but at least you have your friends and your girlfriend. You will support eachother. You will help eachother.

Lottie though... she isn't really helping. Now in the beginning you wanted to be understanding because you know about her mental illness. The talking to the trees and listening to the wind was alright but it has now gotten completely out of hand. The others worshiping her is making everything worse. When you saw her try to put her blood to the tea she makes and give it to Travis and Natalie you were done. Someone has to stop this.

You grabbed her wrist before she could do anything and pulled her away. Nat looked at you with a thankful expression. Lottie on the other hand seemed hurt and confused.

"I wasn't done. I need to make sure the wilderness brings them back safe-"

You suppressed the urge to scoff and only sighed, rubbing your temples.

"Do you really believe that Lottie? Like, you actually think that your damn blood and a few leaves are going to guarantee their safety?"

You didn't mean to sound so harsh really, but you were seeing your girlfriend decent into whatever cult bullshit this was and it was frustrating you to no end. You noticed Lottie looking around and nervously playing with her fingers just like she always used to do. The you heard her mumble something as she turned to leave.

"What did you say?"

You didn't expect her to turn around so abruptly but you definitely didn't expect to see tears in her eyes.

"I thought you weren't like the others. But you think I'm crazy don't you?"

"No Lot I don't think you're fucking crazy I just- this is creepy okay? I know that you're ill but you're scaring me."

Lottie took a deep breath and blinked back her tears. Suddenly she looked calm.

"If I'm scaring you so much maybe we shouldn't be together anymore."

You couldn't get another word out before she disappeared, quickly making her escape by going to the attic of the cabin.

• Shauna •

[ set after season 2 episode 7 ]

Your relationship with Sauna had it's ups and downs but after everything that happened out here you've grown closer. So close that you were under the impression that Shauna would want to talk to you about what happened with the baby. Or let you comfort her at least.

It was obvious she was not willing to let herself be comforted by anyone and Tai told you it'd be better to give her space. She would handle this her way.

Well you didn't know that her way consisted of beating the shit out of Lottie. You wanted to pull her of but you, alongside everyone else in the cabin, were frozen in shock and fear.

After Shauna seemed to run out rage she went outside, with you following behind.

"Shauna what the fuck!?"

Shauna only spared you a glance after that she continued looking at the trees in front of her, like she was annoyed by your presence. This didn't help you calm down, it only made things worse.

"You almost beat Lottie to death, are you even sorry? Don't you want to know how she's doing? Help Misty take care of your mess-"

"So what if she dies? We'll have food and then maybe the rest of them will stop thinking that they can talk to the damn pine needles."

You were shocked and hurt. This isn't the sweet girl you had a crush on. This isn't the girl that was so willing to help everyone after the crash. Her eyes are empty now and when you see emotions swirling behind them it's something dark and scary.

"Shauna you're acting off."

She scoffed, getting up to get back inside.

"If you're going to call me crazy at least say it straight up."

She had lost her child and her best friend. She had to do horrible things to survive. But so did you and you've never done something like this. You've never felt this darkness that everyone seems to have let inside. You also thought the same about Shauna, just a few days ago. The thought that she lost her soul so fast scares you because you know that it's not long before you are in her place.

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#wlw #female reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets imagine #lottie matthews x reader #shauna shipman x reader #lottie x reader #shauna x reader

[hotpinkboots]

Hi! Can I req yandere salad fingers x reader headcanons? Mr fingers is so lonley theres no way he wouldn't go crazy over y/n,,

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~Yandere!Sαʅαԃ Fιɳɠҽɾʂ x Reader Headcanons~

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OH MY JDHDJEJFJD DARLING. DARLING. YOU. HAVE BLESSED ME WITH THIS REQUEST THANK YOU I'VE BEEN WATCHING SALAD FINGERS LITERALLY EVER SINCE IT CAME OUT. FOR LITERALLY YEARS. AUGH. THANK YOU

~Enjoy~

★★★★

Sαʅαԃ Fιɳɠҽɾʂ

★★★★

~He's definitely not, like, violent at all.

~Probably super delusional. Thinks you're his wife/husband.

~That role can change every now and then, though, he can think you're his partner, or he'll forget and think you're just his pretty friend.

~Really it all depends on the day.

~Gives you a funny nickname based on your real name. As soon as he names you, he's attached.

~"Yes, I...I think I'll call you... (insert weird nickname for your real name)."

~He seems to get horrible flashbacks of...well. You don't know what, exactly. But you're unfortunately far too empathetic- and that's your horrible downfall.

~As soon as you're attempting to help him in any way shape or form, he decides he's elected you as his new play mate.

~But, at first, he kind of flips out. He speaks to objects, and anything that is alive, doesn't speak back to him in English.

~Hearing you speak back to him sort of set him off for a bit. You should've ran as soon as he had his little meltdown over the fact you can speak.

~But you didnt. You were too sweet. You stayed to make sure he would be alright.

~And now he has somebody who actually speaks back to him. He grows fond of having somebody who speaks back to him.

~He often wants to introduce you to his...."friends". Expects you to interact with them, because they are...alive.

~Or are they? They can't be. They're just items.

~The longer you're around him, in this wasteland, the more you follow right along in his insanity.

~He's really not that dangerous, honestly- physically, at least. He won't hurt you. But everything that happens will get right into your mind. You might because just as mentally ill as he is.

~He collects your hair.

~He likes to caress your skin.

~Claims that it's like a lovely massage for his fingers.

~"You just hold...such a wel-welcoming...texture...You're very...smooth...."

~He touches you so much it gets uncomfortable.

~He also says various things that come off as perverted or freakish to you. Doesn't really mean to sound perverted on purpose, it's more of a compliment. He's being open with you...

~You may find him in his "safety cupboard" every now and then. Crying. He can't get out of his own mind. In the back of his mind, he is aware they something is horribly wrong with him.

~Hearing your little knock on the cupboard door to make sure he is okay is the most wonderful sound he could hear. You've come to check on him! For a playdate! Ahh, he's missed you!

~...He missed you even though you've been there the whole time. Sometimes he thinks you're somebody or something else, or that you're not there at all.

~Calls you his angel.

~"My...My very own, pretty angel, has come for me."

~Mr. Fingers can tell when you're being mentally drained from it all. He just thinks you need to rest, that you need to have some tea and soup.

~Maybe he thinks you're sick.

~And in a way, he's doing it on purpose.

~Being so lonely just for you to give him attention, trying to get you to like him and feel bad for him. He doesn't really realize he's doing anything on purpose, he thinks everything is okay, and he washes all those bad thoughts away when he thinks of them....you should do the same.

~He wants you down to his level.

~You take care of him, let him take care of you.

~But he can't take care of you unless you need to be taken care of.

~He doesn't even need to do anything special. Just to be himself and getting into the situations- even if they aren't real situations, even if they're just all in his head- is enough for you to start a downward spiral.

~Once you're trapped in this hell hole of a world, you can't escape.

~You don't even remember how you got here.

~You hardly remember anything before him. Just simple flashbacks and foggy memories every now and then.

~Dislikes how he can't control you like he controls all his little friends. They're objects. He can make them do things that add onto whatever story he's creating in his head.

~And you? Oh, you have a mind of your own.

~This can lead to some arguing in the future.

~You're always the one to apologize to him. It's the same thing that always happens: You two bicker, he gets upset and mad for a while, then he gets sad and walks away to cry and be alone, you come and apologize, he forgives you, and it repeats again.

~Really, you're the only thing keeping him even SLIGHTLY sane (which isn't much because he's too far gone, unfortunately). He wants to hold onto that, even if it means pulling you into his dark hole of madness.

~You're just another of his favorite playthings. You're his favorite toy. His favorite thing to touch and stroke, his favorite thing to look at, his favorite thing to speak to, ect.

~You're trapped, and he hardly even had to do anything to get you to be trapped with him...

~He's delusional. He's manipulative without even realizing it, and he guilt trips without even thinking about it.

~You should've never even spoken to him.

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[kewltie]

Happy Holidays M4dG4rl!

prompt: romeo & juliet

"You live in this area?!" Katsuki frowns at the decrepit buildings around them.

Izuku nods.

He eyes him. "You know this neighborhood is declared a black zone by the Hero Commission."

Rampant crimes, deteriorating infrastructures, and lack of government support. It's not the best living condition, Izuku knows, but to him it's home.

"We can't always choose where we come from," he says with an ambiguous air.

Katsuki's frown deepens. "If you're in trouble, I can—" His coms suddenly beeps, cutting the rest of his sentence off.

"Dynamight, we need you over here Ward D," a familiar voice comes through. It sounds like Chargebolt.

They'd never met, but Izuku has always seen him on the news, standing side by side with Katsuki as his equal. His partner. A place Izuku had once dream of.

Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance. "I'm busy."

"It's the League." Hush. Urgent.

Katsuki turns to Izuku, conflicted.

Izuku puts on a smile and silently mouths, "It's fine."

Katsuki sighs. "I'll be right there," he says to Chargebolt, before shutting off their connection. "I'll take you home first."

Izuku shakes his head. "My apartment is close by. I can go on my own," he insists.

"Your ward was voted the murder capital of Japan twice," he says dryly.

"Dynamight-san," Izuku says a little too politely, and Katsuki flinches at the sudden formal address, "I may be quirkless, but I'm not helpless. I been living here for two years now, so I think I can handle getting home alone."

Katsuki looks away, lips pursed and shoulders tense. "I didn't fucking mean that," he says. Terse. "I haven't thought of you like that in a long time now, so don't put shitty words in my mouth."

It's not an apology for their past, but Izuku's heart softens by his sincerity.

It been over twelve years since they last saw each other, that's long enough for each of them to grow out of the discomfort and awkwardness of youth, and the ignorance of childhood. Without Izuku there, Katsuki had matured into a young man who can owned up to his past mistakes. Izuku is so proud of him, but there's a part of him that wishes he was there to witness it, to be a part of it.

"Sorry," he murmurs softly, clutching his conbini bag tightly. "I know we're not children anymore. You've grown and I'm happy to see that." And that's the truth. "I'm really happy," he repeats, the handle of the plastic bag crunching under his palm, "but then I wonder what it would be like if I was there with you."

Katsuki stares at him, gaze unrelenting. "Then don't disappear on me again."

"That was out of my control," he explains. His mother's untimely death. The separation. And now their reunion after all these years. None of it ever felt like it was within in his control. "But you have my numbers now and you know where I live. I'm not going anywhere this time."

Katsuki gives him a skeptical look.

Which is quite unfair because it's not like Izuku made a habit of running away and hiding from Katsuki. It only happened twice! The first time, he wasn't mentally prepared to meet Katsuki and the second, the timing was just awful, so Izuku wasn't doing it on purpose or anything.

He glances down at his watch, looking annoyed. "I have to go, but we're not done here," he says, and it sounds much like a threat.

The corner of Izuku's lips twitches. "I know," he says. Katsuki definitely won't let him off again. "It's okay, go fight some bad guys, hero-san."

Katsuki snorts. "Shut up, Deku," he says as Izuku tries to stifles a laugh. "I'm coming back for your ass, just you wait."

He grins. "I'll be waiting then," he says, waving Katsuki goodbye as he gives Izuku one more lingering glance before off he goes in a blast into the night.

Izuku stands there with his konbini bag for a moment, watching Katsuki blazes through sky like a distance star as he gets farther and farther away.

Their reunion seems worlds apart, ill-fated.

He takes one last look at Katsuki's quickly disappearing spark before heading back.

Izuku's apartment is a few blocks down, but the closer he gets to it the night seems to seep in every crevasse till the last of the streetlight gives away to neon signs and chouchins that hang in front of the shops lining the streets. The darkness encroaches in dim alleyways and unseen corners.

The inhabitants, though, doesn't seem to care or notice the remaining light of civilization fading away. Here in Ward X, the Hero Commission's reaches does not touch. They make their own rules however violence and capricious it may be, but Izuku and thousands of others call it home.

Izuku navigates through the cramp, dark streets with a familiar ease. Occasionally, he'll bypass groups idly squatting in a corner, people luring guests into forbidden teahouses under red lights, and lone figures staking out defensively victims. He walks pass them unbothered.

A third of the way, he starts hearing footsteps behind him that keep on crawling closer. Izuku purposely slows down enough for the footsteps to catch up and stop. He feels the press of something hard against his back.

"Give me everything you have," the figure murmurs in his ears. Low. Threatening.

"Hello, Kawakami-san," Izuku greets, recognizing that voice right way.

The pressure on his back abruptly retracts as Izuku turns around to see a large man with an alligator head hastily taking a step back.

Kawakami withdraws the knife back into his pocket, looking chagrin. He clears his throat, the scar on his jaw rising with the movement. "I didn't know it was you, Midoriya."

"Would you like some curry bread?" Izuku offers instead, ignoring the blade that had pressed against his back earlier.

Kawakami blinks in confusion briefly, and then finally accepts Izuku’s offer of peace. He scratches his lower jaw in embarrassment. "Uh, yes."

Izuku rummages through his hefty plastic bag and pulls out one of the curry breads he had bought earlier at the convenience store before bumping into Katsuki. "It's still warm," he says.

"Appreciate it, kid," Kawakami says gruffly, taking the bread from him, and artfully avoids touching Izuku.

"Stay safe now," Izuku says, pleased with their rather pleasant exchange. "Try not to rob anyone else tonight."

Kawakami's nostrils flare. "Go home already, Midoriya. Your presence is nuisance to my business."

"I'm glad then." Izuku flashes him a grin. "Good bye, Kawakami-san."

And with that, Kawakami slinks back into the shadows and Izuku is back on track toward home once more. Except he makes a detour to a dilapidated tea shop nearby under the red glare of a neon sign. He spots two women standing outside, decked out in flashy make-up and the finest clothes.

"Izuku-chan!" one of them calls out as soon as she spots him.

The woman next to her with bleached hair crosses her arms, less enthusiastic than her partner but it nonetheless doesn't deter him.

"Hi, Yue-san and Riko-san," he says, approaching them. "How are you doing tonight?"

"Cold, hungry and annoyed." Riko casts an unimpressed look at their surroundings. "Would be better if we could catch some flies before we freeze to death."

"It's been slow night for us." Yue shrugs before sending him a playful wink. "But now that you're here it's much better."

Izuku's cheeks heat up. Yue always like to tease him, but he still has yet to get used to it. "U-um, would you like to have some breads?"

Riko's eyes narrowed, her long red nails tapping on her upper arm. Displeasure on her face. "You think we're charity case now, Midoriya?"

Izuku shakes his head. "I got these heavily discounted because they were going to expired tonight and I surely can't finish them all." It’s an easy excuse.

Yue bumps Riko's shoulder. "Hey, be nice to Izuku-chan! He's always bringing us snacks."

Riko scowls, eyes scrutinizing him before relenting. "Fine. Give it here, Mary-sama." The words are crude and unapologetic.

Izuku ducks his head in embarrassment. "P-please don't call me that."

"But you're like our little saint, bringing us a little peace and hope," Yue insists vehemently. Earnest, but no less embarrassing.

He could take Riko's mocking derision, but Yue's words weigh him down with its sincerity. He shoves the entire bag of food into her arms. "Here please take it all. You can share it with the rest of the girls," he says, and he doesn't wait for a respond as he makes a run for it.

Izuku got far enough that he no longer sees anyone close by. It's eerie quiet around him. Unusual. Suddenly, he's made painfully aware that he's all alone. There are still chouchin lights hanging outside of several buildings, but there's no sound, no people. Nothing. Just him. His apartment is just ahead, but this ominous feeling doesn’t leave him.

The silence doesn't stay for long, because Izuku soon hears wings flapping overhead and then something heavy drops down in front of him. One. Two. Three of something.

Under the dim moon of Ward X, a nomu breaks free from its pack and approaches him with steps full of intent.

Its stops short of Izuku and he holds his breath as it drops down on one knee with familiarity. The rest of its brethren follow suit as a purple swirl of gas appears, tearing into the space and a well-dressed figure steps out, outlined in smokes.

"Izuku-sama," Kurogiri greets him with a low bow. "I hope you are doing well on this lovely tonight."

He doesn't step back, but his skin crawls at the pressure that Kurogiri exudes just with his presence alone. "I’m good, thank you."

"I'm glad," he says expressionlessly. Not that Izuku can read much of it anyway. "Sensei is very proud of you. He'd seen what you done with Ward X so far and he's impressed."

Izuku stiffens. "I haven't done anything yet." These two years been nothing but him avoiding his responsibilities. His duties.

"You have gained their loyalty and trust." The yellow glare of his eyes softens. "They adore you, their Mary-sama."

Izuku is seriously beginning to hate that word. That title. It's wrong. He's no saint at all. He's a devil in whites.

He takes a deep breath, shaking off the heaviness in his chest as he tries to regain his footing. "I told him to leave me alone for five years," he says. Firm. "So why are you here in my territory?"

Kurogiri tilts his curiously like he didn't expect Izuku to challenge him like that. "Sensei wishes to see you."

"Why?" Izuku presses.

"You haven't visit him in two years. He misses you," he reveals like he's reading off a fact in a book. "You are most precious son after all."

Izuku almost wanted to laugh. Sensei. Father. He always has a flair of dramatic. Instead of dropping by himself personally, he sent Kurogiri and three nomus to take Izuku back for a visit. Truly ridiculous.

"And what if I say no?" he shoots back daringly. Stupidly.

Kurogiri turns toward one of the nomus next to him. "It only takes one of them to bring down an entire building here with all those people inside. Do you want to test it, Izuku-sama?" he asks coolly, fully aware of the lives he wields over Izuku's head.

Izuku clenches his fist.

Helpless. He hasn't felt that way in a long, long time. The only one who can make him feel this crushing defeat was and still is his father. He always managed to grab Izuku's weakness and exploit it to the fullest.

Izuku's eyes flutter as he sighs. "Let's go then."

"A wise choice." Kurogiri steps aside and gestures for Izuku to step toward the portal. "Sensei will be very happy to see you again, Izuku-sama. He'd personally prepared all your favorite dishes tonight."

Izuku stops, brows furrowing. "He cooked?"

"I believe he wanted to impress you," Kurogiri explains. A pause. “He really did miss you quite a bit.”

Despite his father constant machination and the differences how they view people's life, this is the same man who stayed up late and held Izuku in his arms when he couldn't sleep after a nightmare. Izuku loves his father with equal fervor as much as he hates and fears him.

The world may know All for One as a monster, but to Izuku he's just father. Overbearing. Overprotective. Obsessive. Izuku suffocates under the weight of his father's love. It's why he ran all the way here to Ward X, because he has to escape his father’s clutch before it completely ruins him.  

"Let's go then before he decides to destroy something to get my attention," Izuku murmurs with anticipation and dread of meeting his father again after their two years separation.

This is why he didn't want to meet Katsuki again.

He hopes Katsuki will never know the truth because what will Katsuki think of him then? An enemy? A traitor? Or someone so unworthy of even his notice? He may believe he’s reuniting with an estranged childhood friend, but what Katsuki doesn't know is that the scariest thing here is not the dark alley, the impenetrable night, or the threat of looming violence, it's Izuku. Izuku isn't his father, but some days he thinks he's worse than that because he lies as easily as he breathes.

They're like parallel lines stuck in their own course but if they're force to meet, it’ll be an inevitable collision. A heartbreaking, bloody collision. His father will not let Katsuki live and Katsuki certainly won’t give him mercy either. And Izuku doesn’t know when it comes to down to it, who would he choose to side with?

#holiday drabbles 2023 #bakudeku

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Drabble about Eddie trying on a jockstrap for the first time. Steve put an outfit out for him that he really wants to see his husband wear, and those leatherpants will not work with his usual boxers.

Inspo:

CW: Daddy used as a pet name for Eddie, suggestive, mentions of dicks, mentions of fucking but nothing explicit. Future fic. 40 year old Steddie.

With every passing second it becomes more and more obvious to Eddie that it's been a while since he's worn anything but comfortably worn out bandshirts and his trusty tanks and overalls.

Putting on a jockstrap of all things feels so profoundly wrong that Eddie can't help but giggle as the pulls them up over his hips and nestles his dick safe and sound into the pouch of it.

Steve's gotten him a black one, because he's a sweetheart like that, so at least Eddie doesn't have to watch the pale skin around his groin be swallowed up by the starchy white of Steve's straps - A small mercy, that doesn't make that the black, skimpy fabric great, though.

It feels weird seeing the bulge of his dick so contained, and when he turns around to look over his shoulder it feels even weirder to see his ass framed by two cotton straps.

On Steve a jockstrap looks like lingerie - Pretty bulging dick, dark curly pubes and white, broad cotton lifting his ass higher, framing it as if in invitation for Eddie to look and touch.

On Eddie, however, they remind him of the leather harness he bought when he was younger. Ill fitting and too dark against his skin, accentuating the flatness of his body and wearing him rather than having him wear it.

Well, he snorts at the mental image of his past self compared to him now, at flat might not be the right word for him anymore nowadays.

His stomach has rounded out, his shoulders are heavier than when he was a kid. His ass - He frowns again, giving it a light smack and pulling at the bottom of his cheeks. - It's rounder than it was 20 years ago, he supposes. Some of his weight managed to finally settle around his hips and ass, but he never quite managed to get rid of the permanent clenched look that's been his staple for decades.

It's nothing that ever bothered him, he has always been comfortable in his own body. And the only person who had to be into it definitely was, so he feels a bit pissed about how weird it is to have it framed like this.

It's just fabric. He's worn skirts, and dresses before. Panties, a few times, because Steve's still sometimes hung up about gender and Eddie likes helping him, showing him how little rules matter in the end.

So it's bullshit, really, how weird he feels right now. He groans, rubs his face.

Seems like he needs some words of affirmation, or at least a check in to see whether he's uncomfortable or just unsure.

He shuffles to the bedroom door and knocks, loudly. The chatter in the living room stops, and after a few seconds of silence the doorknob lowers and Steve presses himself through the doorframe.

"You okay, Teddy? You don't need to hurry, I know I've sprung the outfit on you last second -"

He sounds worried, but not enough to keep talking once his eyes actually find Eddie.

It's ridiculous, the way he raises his brows and bites his lip. How he gives him a double once over and an appreciative whistle that has Eddie roll his eyes, but jut his chest out just a tiny bit.

Sue him, he's a sucker for the way Steve looks at him.

"Hello, handsome," his husband purrs, "Why don't you give me a little twirl, daddy?"

"For what? I'm basically naked, Steve. You know what I look like."

Steve shrugs, takes his glasses off to clean them with the hem of his shirt as if he's about to try and read one of Robin's letters that she's lately been obsessed with sending.

When he puts them back on he squints down at Eddie's jockstrap, then up at him.

"Hmh, no. No, to me it looks like you are wearing something. Something I picked out for you, which means," his hands find Eddie's hips, and he presses closer until their lips are meeting in a chaste little kiss, "that I've got every right to see if I picked the right size. So, scram. Twirl. Gimme a show, daddy."

He slaps Eddie's ass, a gentle tap that has Eddie's eyes close in a moment of possessive bliss, and then he steps back.

Eddie is helpless to do as he asked, turns around and immediately gets stopped before he can finish showing off.

A hot body presses against his back, fingers snap the straps on his ass and soft lips trail kisses up his neck.

It startles a laugh out of him, too loud given that they've got guests sitting a few feet away behind their bedroom door, but Steve just grins.

"You didn't even look properly," Eddie mumbles into the palm of his hand. It was the wrong - right - thing to say, because Steve hums and presses between his shoulder blades until Eddie stumbles forward against the wall.

"Am I being arrested, officer?"

He's joking, staying still and spreading his legs just a bit because he knows that Steve will appreciate it.

"Maybe for public indecency, yeah. Eddie, God, you look so good. I wish I could stay. You could put me on my knees, maybe..." HD trails off, fingers ghosting over Eddie's ass, "Yeah, this was a great idea."

Eddie snorts at the awe in his husband's voice, tries not to react to the image of his pup on his knees.

A hand finds its way back to Eddie's hip, gentler fingers stroking along the crack of his butt, joining the dark straps in framing it.

Eddie let's him play for a minute longer, and then he slowly turns around.

"Hands off, cowboy," Steve's hands immediately leave a cold emptiness behind, and Eddie pulls at them until they're resting back on his hips as soon as he's leaning back against the wall. This time he gets to look at Steve.

At his wireframe glasses, and his short sleeved polo that's biting into his biceps like a prelude to what Eddie will do to them later. The first buttons are popped open, exposing tantalizing slivers of thick chest hair that Eddie has to forcefully cover with his own hand to be able to make eye contact.

"I was going to ask you if you'd be very disappointed of I went commando after all ," he admits. His free hand trails up Steve's neck, thumb pressing into the short beard he's started to grow lately, and then traveling back, back, until he's cradling his head. With a smile he notes that Steve's put his earring in, silver, simple, tantalizing like everything else about him.

Steve frowns at his words, but stays still. Leans into Eddie's palm with clear distaste at the idea of Eddie taking off the jockstrap.

Pervert.

He grins, leans forward for a quick peck against pouty, pink lips.

"But," another kiss, because he's an addict for the sweet sigh it gets him, "with how much this is driving you wild I suppose I can suffer a few hours in mock jockness."

"Thank God."

The utter honesty with which Steve says it has Eddie cackle, and soon he's joined by Steve's little snorts.

it's nice, he thinks, laughing chest to chest. Maybe we don't have to go out, maybe we can stay in and -

"Steve, you two better aren't fucking in there after I spend money on coming back home to see you."

Robin's distraught voice is loud, the banging of her flat palm against the door louder. In the background he can hear laughter - Jeff's booming laugh, and Freak's weird creepy giggles being enough to set Steve and Eddie off again.

"Not fucking!" Steve yells back with a smile, "Just had to help the hubby feel  confident in his new clothes."

"That sounds a lot like fucking to me."

Robin's frown is loud enough to have Steve burry his face in Eddie's neck in laughter.

Eddie pats him, calmingly, despite his own grin, and then - because he's a great husband and an amazing friend - he slowly pushes Steve toward the door.

"Go take care of our guests, ma'am," Steve rolls his eyes, sticks his tongue out as if he were 20 and not 41, "and I'll finish playing dress up. 15 minutes, okay? And then I'll be all yours."

"15 minutes and like, 5 hours." Steve corrects him, but he smiles and opens the bedroom door.

"You better be wearing all of what I got you later. I'm not ashamed to check in the bathroom stall of whatever club Rob is driving us to."

The door closes in it's hinges, but Eddie can still hear the disgusted groans coming from their living room.

He grins, takes another look into the mirror. Maybe the jockstrap isn't so bad, he muses, it will certainly make wearing the fucking leather pants, that he's been trying to ignore for the past 20 minutes now, much easier.

#tp writing #steddie #CW daddy kink #older Steddie means they're both bears but in different fonts :)

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Joy Rider

Just Friends

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Original Female Character Warnings: Strong Language, Mention of abuse (no direct description, just in passing), Mention of ill mental health and suicidal thoughts, (again, only in passing), JJ just Pining over Avery. Word Count: 2K Author’s Note: please bare in mind that these are not chapters! You can read them however you like, skip the ones that don’t interest you etc. It’s okay not to read absolutely everything.

Summary: A glimpse into Arden and JJ’s friendship.

There is blue as far as she can see to one side, and the comforting scenes of Kildare island to the other. She can taste the salt from the ocean as it sprays her in its path up to the sandy shore. With it wafts the smell from the barbeque that her friends cook. She feels the cold water up to her knees, her inner thighs burning with friction from the board. Waves crash against sandy shores and the sound of gulls fly over her head. Arden sits on her board, back to the beach and once again in her own world.

It’s peaceful, relaxing, and exactly what she needs after a day out on the surf. The waves had died down now, so she only rocked gently on the water.

“Hey Denny,” John B shouts from the beach, tongs in hand like a proper BBQ dad, He calls louder, fighting against the sound of Kiara and Pope laughing, “Whaddya want? There’s a burger left?”

She doesn’t answer, not hearing the calls of her name from the coastline. 

“Arden,” He tries again, to no avail, “Jesus Christ, will you go get her?”

“Why do I have to?” JJ asks, sipping his freshly opened beer, “I literally just dried off.”

“You’re still soaking wet.” Kiara deadpans, spooning coleslaw onto a paper plate.

JJ huffs and walks along the pier, handing his bottle to the girl before jumping off the end. He swims to Arden, hands clinging to her board for stabilisation.

JJ Maybank was a caring person, but never one that particularly showed it. He did everything for his friends, and would always be there for them, but he wouldn’t tell them that. He wouldn’t chase you up when you didn’t answer a message, but he would plan a stop past your house to invite you out. He wouldn’t specifically say to call him when you got home safe, but you’d know that you probably should. 

It was different with her, his twin flame, his best friend. They’d grown up together, Arden living in the house next door to his. They were each other's first sleepover, first fight, first friend, first kiss - though Arden swears that hers was with Colton Ashby in the first grade.

She’d always been there, so there was no need for defensive JJ. She’d seen it all, and he’d seen all of her. Of course, there were secrets. She never knew how bad it got after his mother left, the bruises that littered his skin from the age of 13. He never knew about the nights she cried herself to sleep with the want to never wake up. But, neither of them felt like there was information lacking. They had one another, at any time, any place, any point.

He was more caring towards her than he ever had been towards the rest of the Pogues. And his opinions never changed when she moved from the cut to figure eight - despite his inherent hatred for the rich southern side of the island. He was happy that she’d crawled from the depths, and that her uncle had invited her to stay with him whilst her parents were gone. Gone where? Nobody knew. Yet Arden didn’t really care.

She was the glue that bound the group together. Without her, he never would have spoken to John B - much too territorial over his one best friend. If she hadn’t got her first job at Heywards, then Pope wouldn’t have been in the picture either. And even though he can’t quite remember how Kiara got involved, he’d happily put it down to Arden’s doing too. She was the exact definition of both a Kook and a Pogue.

He owed her everything, but she was the only person that he would ever let know that. But, even then his mouth kept shut.

“Foods ready,” he says, prodding her thigh on the open water, “time to come in.”

Her eyes don’t open, “Gimme 5 more Jayj”

“Dude, you’re literally turning into a prune,” he jokes, lifting her leg from the sea, toes wrinkled from the water, “Your age is finally catching up to the rest of us”

There were precisely 3 days of age between the pair of them, but JJ would never let her forget it. Probably because without her, then he’d be the youngest, and something about that just didn’t sit right with him.

“Stop, I'm gonna fall off my board,” She laughs, to which JJ makes a face, “Don’t-”

In one fell swoop, the blond lifts her leg higher, tipping over their buoyant aid, and knocking Arden into the water. She pops up from the depths, gasping for air.

He smirks, “I said it was time to go in”

The girl glowers at him, eyes thin and testing. She climbs back on the board and begins to paddle back to shore, leaving JJ in the sea.

“You can swim back yourself.” She shouts behind her.

-

“I don’t see what the problem is!”

“Of course, you don’t.”

“Then enlighten me, JJ.”

The Maybank boy scoffs, running his hand over an open jaw. “Colton Ashby?”

Arden doesn’t reply with words, instead an expression on her face. ‘Yeah, and?’ It reads, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide.

“He’s a Kook!”

“I’m a Kook?”

“You haven’t always been, you don’t count” He bats back her attempt to change the conversation topic, “I can’t believe you’re going on a date with Colton fucking Ashby. That is so dumb.”

Arden’s eyes roll so hard to the back of her head that it looks as though they may never come back around again. “Oh my god!” She exasperates, “It is not dumb! It’s sweet, and I’m excited to go.”

JJ sits on her barely-made bed. Her family circumstance may have changed, and he uncle may have provided a new life for her, but nothing about the girl had changed. She was still the same messy teenager that she’d always been. Arden grabs the dress laid out on her desk chair. She was never one for dresses on a casual day, but that night felt special. She wanted to put in the effort.

“He was my first kiss, y’know” she points out, sliding into her bathroom to slip into her outfit. “It’s like a full circle moment.”

“First of all, he wasn’t your first kiss. I was. Second of all-”

“You were not my first kiss, stop saying that!”

“Uh, yes I was. We were 4 and sat on your old tyre swing.”

The bathroom door opens, and Arden steps out, clothes in hand. She dumps them in the hamper next to her. “I smell bullshit.” She sits at the vanity direct from the bed, watching JJ in the mirror. He takes in her floaty dress, almost shocked to see her ins something so, girly.

“I smell truth-shit” He tries to counteract but fails miserably. “So many women would kill to say that they kissed me. You should really jump on that. Maybe you’d get a better date than Colton Ashby”

She stops her lipgloss application to eye him in the mirror. “This is really bothering you.” She observes, smacking her lips together and reapplying the cap. 

“I don’t want my best friend running off with some Kook, just because he was her first kiss” He moans, throwing his body back onto her bed, “By that logic, you should be running away with me.”

‘Yeah and I’d bet you’d love that,” she replies, “Can you put this on me?

She holds out a necklace. Small, golden, expensive from afar. But, up close you could see where the colour was tarnishing, and the plastic seed dull. JJ had bought it for her 15th birthday. The first and only gift he’d actually bought her, not stolen. A cheap tourist shop shell pendant with a fake pearl in the middle. But Arden loved it.

And she was going to wear it on her date with one of the richest Kooks in Kildare.

JJ’s fingers struggle with the clasp for a while before it finally hooks to the small chain link. Arden adjusts the pendant on her chest, making sure it lines up perfectly with the V-neckline of her dress. She stands to observe herself in the mirror. “This is fine, right? We’re not going anywhere too fancy I think”

He can only stutter a response, still taken aback by the fact that she’s actually still going. Taken aback by the fact that she’s put effort into the way she looks, for him. There is a hint of jealousy too, but he swiftly ignores it. “Yeah, you, uh- You look great.”

“Man of many words, Jayj”

-

The date was fine, not that Arden was avoiding another opportunity to go out with the dark-haired boy, but not that she was gasping for one either. It was simply an experience that she had and one that she probably wouldn’t ask for again.

Colton was nice, he paid for their food, he picked her up and dropped her home. He even complimented her looks several times throughout the night. She was extremely flattered - but there was nothing else there.

You can really tell when you’re not into someone, because it doesn’t matter how kind they’re being, or attractive they are, or if you have boatloads in common, you will still only notice the negatives.  And they will still be made much bigger than they actually are. You will still ‘get the ick’

Arden hated the shoes he wore. They were too polished and clean. He had loose hair sticking from his gelled-back quiff. She didn’t like that he ordered wine for the table. He mentioned JJ’s necklace, and how it looked like it was a little past its prime. Albeit, this was his way of flirting - offering to buy her a brand new, more expensive one - but everything just rubbed Arden the wrong way. 

“So I doubt you’re meeting him again?” Kiara questioned, using the tree as an anchor to rock the hammock they were both laying in. 

“Yeah, definitely not.” Arden sighs, “Should’ve kept him as my first kiss and no more”

“JJ will be happy then.” Pope pipes up from the camping chair next to the hammock. His flat-brimmed cap was pulled down over his eyes to shield him from the sun.

Kie shoots him a look with her eyes that Arden misses, it’s a shock that Pope catches it.

“How do you mean?”

Pope stutters, ”I just mean that he’s quite territorial,” His words are danced around, like he has more to say - but won't, “He likes his time with you, and a boyfriend would take that time away.”

Arden exhales through her nose, “Yeah, I suppose.”

A loud smash erupts from inside The Chateau, causing the three to jump. John B shouts out not to worry, and that JJ had just dropped a mug. They return back to the conversation.

“Man, that’s Arden’s favourite mug - she’s going to kill you” John B continues, directly to his friend, “You’re supposed to be courting the girl, not pushing her away”

“I’m not courting her, we’re just friends!” JJ exclaims, kneeling to pick up the broken shards of ceramic. Though John B was right on one thing, this was Arden’s favourite mug. “I’ve literally known her my whole life, it’s not like that”

“Are you sure? Cos, her date pissed you off a whole lot”

“Ashby’s just a dick. She can do better.” He explains, “Besides, the date didn’t even go well. She told me.”

A horn honks twice from outside, catching John B’s attention. He looks through the dusty panes of the window to see who it is.

“Is that why he’s just come to pick her up?”

JJ pushes past him, eager to get a glimpse from the window. John B laughs at him as Kiara climbs into the passenger seat of her mother’s car. JJ kisses his teeth, “Ha. Ha. Funny”

“Y’know for someone who is strictly friends with the girl, you sure care a lot about her being with anyone that isn’t you.”

A feminine voice calls his name from outside, and JJ jumps at the opportunity to answer it, practically sprinting outside at her back and call.

“And will jump to her every move.” He observes, speaking only to himself.

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

ask for the pack!!

how would they react if someone flirted with y/n right in front of them?

Chan laughs, a slightly nervous sound, and shifts in his chair.

"Okay, before we even answer any of these, I just wanna start off by saying that no one here thinks (Y/N) can't stand up for herself or watch out for herself in any way, before she gets defensive."

You gasp dramatically. "Why would I get defensive?"

Chan looks at you blankly, his expression deadpan.

"I know you're joking right now, and I want you to know I don't appreciate it."

You grin and lean over to snap your teeth close to his throat teasingly.

"Ahh, Channie. C'mon. Live a little."

"He can't. He's too uptight." Minho interjects casually, inspecting his nails, pretending not to see the glare the head alpha throws his way.

"Okay, to be fair though-" Changbin proceeds, his expression cautious, as he glances at you. "Hyung's got a point. How many discussions-probably borderline arguments-have we had since the beginning of our relationship about 'not treating you like a helpless female, you're an alpha too, you can protect yourself and the pack, etc.'? He's not wrong to give a preface."

You huff a breath and cross your arms over your chest, but you can't really be angry, not when they're right.

"You almost came to blows with Minho over it more than once." Chan points out unnecessarily, and you turn to him with a glare that could peel paint. He doesn't waver.

You huff another sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine. Sustained. Move on."

"Moving on-" Changbin repeats your words, and you stick your tongue out at him, even as he gives you a grin in response. "-I think it's in a wolf's nature to be protective of their packmates, no matter the circumstances."

"You're right." Seungmin nods, glancing at the alpha beside him with a sort of proud look on his features as he regards his moonmate. "Wolves are pack creatures instinctually, and once they pick their pack, they never abandon them. Well, that's not true, I guess they abandon them when they're old and ready to die, they go off on their own, but only because they want to spare them the emotions of grieving."

"Cheery." Jisung grumbles beneath his breath, playing with Hyunjin's long fingers that are resting in his lap.

"The flirting thing-" Chan hums beneath his breath, a thoughtful sound, and seems to consider before he goes on. "That happens a lot actually, and not just with (Y/N). Though she's definitely more of a target unfortunately because of her primary gender."

"Sexism abounds." Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"Mating marks, because of their location, aren't always visible." Chan goes on. "They're sometimes hidden by clothing, and a lot of times, flirting turns out to be an innocent mistake from someone who didn't know you were taken. When that happens, there's an apology and all parties involved move on."

"When it's not so innocent-" Minho's eyes flash now, his lips pulling into the hint of a snarl. "-well, the offender gets put in their place quickly, especially if another member of the pack is present."

"Touching is a whole other thing." Changbin's brow furrows, and his eyes darken, as he cracks his knuckles in agitation. "Physical limits are a huge thing in wolf society and pack mentality, so if it's someone you don't know well or aren't acquainted with, things go downhill pretty quickly, especially if the touches are ill intentioned."

Seungmin nods again. "Yeah, scent is super important to wolves, and packs in particular, and when you touch someone, it alters their natural scent, leaves a part of you behind, and if you're not someone trusted and safe and sanctioned, it can set everyone-but especially alphas-off."

"Basically, if someone were to touch (Y/N), or anyone involved in the pack, in front of one of us without previous permission, they'd get their fingers snapped off." Minho remarks coolly, looking entirely nonplussed, and you don't doubt in the slightest that he would actually do it.

"Talking shit wise-" Jisung pipes up, breaking his silence, still playing with Hyunjin's hands. "-we do enough of that on our own that it probably wouldn't even phase us. We'd just laugh along and agree."

"Okay, not true-" Chan starts to protest, glaring at the beta halfheartedly.

"No, it's true." You remark beneath your breath, biting back a smile, as the head alpha turns to you now.

"Don't tell them that." He sighs, wiping a hand down his face in exasperation. "Listen, if someone outside the pack-" He shoots a pointed look at Jisung, who shrugs. "-came to us talking shit about one of our mates, we'd stop it. Point blank."

"Not me." Seungmin states matter of factly, and Chan looks like he's about to give up. "I'd wait, let them say their piece, nod along, act like I agreed with them, and then mention, very casually, at the very end, 'oh, by the way, (Y/N) she's one of mine.' And then watch them sputter and try to backtrack and fall apart into disgrace."

Jisung whistles, long and low, under his breath, and looks at the other beta with newfound appreciation.

"Damn. Savage."

"Slay." Jeongin agrees with a reverent nod, and Minho promptly knocks him none too gently in the back of the head.

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[the-visionary-collective]

Detailed personal moral code explanation post!!

(Will be frequently updated as i will inevitably have new things to add)

For those who dont want to read this whole thing but wanna know the basics, The basic mindset is i live and let live with anti non-consensual harm based moral rules

See below the cut for my personal understanding of and/or personal definition of the word harm, i like to include things like this because sometimes i use words and people dont understand what i mean

The rest of the post is under the cut

My moral code:

Informed consent is the #1 priority

free choice with some obvious exceptions

i believe that nothing is inherently bad or evil to do as long as you know the risks, and consent to it, and if it involves other beings they also have consented and are thoroughly informed on the subjects that could negatively affect them and they consent to it

forgiving and loving everyone who has done something bad in the past and is working on stopping their bad behaviours, regardless of their past bad behaviours (yes this includes unconsensual harm to others, i know it sounds contradictory, but people make mistakes, really bad ones sometimes, and i believe everyone can change for the better if they try hard enough and are willing to)

Adding onto the last point, nothing is bad enough to not be forgiven if the person is working on actively stopping their behaviour

Legalization for currently illegal marginalized communities (such as contact for maps and other illegal paraphilic attractions, and currently illegal things related to transitioning for transids) and things that i dont think should be illegal (such as drugs)

more of a set of global moral rules than laws the way they are right now, i dont like the current state of most laws and the legal system itself

Abloish the current state of jails/prisons in most places in favour of a more preventative and recovery care centered state like in certain countries

Most animals cant currently verbally consent to sex and consensually harmful actions as they dont curently understand and/or speak human languages, however they can express consent to things through physical cues (they will tell you if they dont like it, its a survival instinct, for example if my cat doesnt want to be held he will tell me by clawing at me and trying to get away)

Cringe culture and harrasment of people in general is horrible in so many ways and wouldnt be allowed in my ideal world (it will unfortunately always exist in this world because judgey uneducated people will always exist, especially with those who chose not to get treatment for their harmful behaviours)

Take accountability for your actions, especially if you’re trying to heal

Healing in any form should not be forced but it should still be heavily encouraged, this is because forced healing doesnt work for most people (especially a lot of neurodivergent people, as they often can only treat their harmful behaviours if they actively want to)

Beliefs fitting of some youthlib movements (minors can give informed consent, minors should be allowed to vote, etc)

Anything harmful inducing death should be legal as long as the death is consented to, people should be able to experience an end of life of any sort if they know the pros and cons of death itself

Desiring to be harmful or experience harmful things is not a thing that makes you inherently a bad person

Legalizing and normalizing full bodily autonomy, including things that cause any type of harm to oneself, if you know the risks and are okay with them then you should have freedom to do what you want to your body

Death as a whole is not something to be afraid of, factually it is the end of ones concious experience on this planet in this body, which is not something that is necessarily bad for a lot of people (especially those with untreatable physical and/or mental illness), and with my understanding of energy and souls being a form of energy, that to me means that an afterlife of some sort is a possibility

Money is a stupid concept and shouldnt be the norm (basically just communism but that word usually has negative connotations so idk)

And more not yet listed (will be added when they come to mind)

The exceptions (see 2nd point in the moral code):

things that cause any bodily/mental/other harm to others without consent (for example any unconsensual abuse,)

Anything not harmful done to someone else without their (informed) consent (for example, i think minors can give informed sexual consent, so by my morals i think MAPs should be able to have sexual contact) this is similar to the point above but for things i dont define as harmful

Doing things impulsively that may harm you in the future (basically, make sure you want to do the things you do)

My personal definition of the word harm for extra context (reminder that words are subjective when it comes to definitions because language is always changing and is also subjective):

Actions that cause physical/mental/spiritual/etc distress without informed consent (distress in the context of this is any symptoms/experiences you dont want to happen and dont consent to, for example if you dont want to be killed and dont consent to being killed than that is a distressing/harmful thing, but if you are ok on both ends of those circumstances them it should be ok and legal to choose to do)

This post doesnt mean my morals are objectively right since morals are a very person by person thing, they are what i believe is right, respect it or not its what i believe and im not changing my morals for anybody!!

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[lokisprettygirl]

The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

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Chapter 9

Summary : Loki tells you why you can see him and others can't.

Warning: discussion of rape, sexual abuse, gaslighting, cheating, mention of Suicide, discussion of mental illness, therapy please read carefully. If something triggers you please don't read it.

Note : This god Loki is mine and I wrote him the way I wanted. He's not the Norse god Loki and I don't mean to disrespect anyone who worships the original god, it's just a fictional story so read it as one. If you still choose to get offended make sure you keep your thoughts to yourself because idgaf 🥱

You didn't even remember the last moment you had actually laughed like this but you'd remember this one forever, as soon as he said that he was a god you started to laugh and couldn't stop, you had to move towards the couch and sit down, the laughter slowly transformed into a cry so he walked over and sat next to you. He was still thinking about the moment you had pulled him inside and kissed him passionately. It's been a long time since he had taken a lover, and he never had a human one before. 

"I know it sounds unreal" he mumbled so you looked at him, your cheeks were soaked with a fresh set of tears, you had no idea what was happening to you, if you were losing your mind then this definitely was the weirdest scenario you could have created in your head. 

"I'm going mental aren't I? They were right about me..I do make shit up..you're not real are you? It's probably the callback for all the times I have made fun of my mom's beliefs huh. That's it right? I'm cracking here and how" you mumbled and laughed again, the corner of his mouth curved into a small smile. The situation wasn't funny but he was amused, this is the most animated he has seen you until now, were you like this before the world ruined you with its cruelty? 

"So you think I am not real darling?" His voice got deeper and he turned his body towards you, keeping his right leg on the couch as he scooted closer to you. You took a deep breath as the scent of his cologne hit you, you tried to remember the smell because Stephen said that the mind tends to associate the delusion with memories from the past. Unfortunately you came up with nothing. 

"You can't be real.. it's just not possible" you said to him as your eyes teared up, you had tried to move on from the past and live your life but maybe it wasn't in the cards anymore.

"So if I do this–" he cupped your cheeks and you shivered, then he planted a soft peck on your right cheek "Is it not happening hmm?" He tilted his head and kissed the left cheek, making every cell in your body tingle with anticipation. His touch felt good and safe but maybe it felt that way because he didn't really exist, it felt good because you had made him up in your head and he wasn't a real man.

"It's not, I'm just hallucina–" before you could finish your words he had his lips on yours, the kiss was tender and slow, more romantic- less sexual and you knew deep down that you wanted him to keep going, take this further and wherever he wished to. 

"Look at me darling and stop thinking for a moment okay? ..You're not making this up" he whispered between the soft kisses and your eyes teared up, what if he wasn't just your imagination? What if actually was the god? What would that even mean? 

You suddenly pulled away from him and stood a few steps away from the couch, you noticed the bulge forming in his tight pants. Did Gods get erections? 

"Tell me the truth, who are you?" 

"I am telling you the truth since the beginning darling" Except once. He has only lied to you once.

"Nooo you're not.. when I met you and asked you if you were on the committee you said yes" 

"I didn't say yes, I said something like that. Those were my exact words"

"Whyy?"

"Because I was there when they chose you to be here, they just couldn't see me" you ran your fingers through your hair as his answers only confused you.

"You said you were a musician" 

"I am..it wasn't a lie, I love music, one of the greatest inventions of the mankind" 

"You said you were here to explore" 

"Isn't that what I am doing?" 

You huffed as he said that. He had answers for everything.

"The sandalwood fragrance and the cigarette..you knew...you knew about my mom" 

"Yess I did, because of your mother, I was trying to make you feel comfortable around me.. that's what I have been trying to tell you" 

"Well why would you need to do that if you're such a god..can't you just enchant me or something? " you air quoted the term god and he chuckled.

"I absolutely can but that won't make you trust me, I wanted to earn it" 

"Whyyyyy?" Your voice quivered as you spoke and he sighed.

"Because she prayed to me" you snickered as he said that.

"Prayed? Where were you when she killed herself" his eyes teared up as he grasped the hurt in your voice. He couldn't have helped her. 

"I couldn't have saved her, the goddess of death takes what's hers. It's not my place" 

"Are you being serious right now?" 

"If you'd sit down and ask questions, I'll answer each and everyone of them" 

You sighed and walked over to him, then you sat down on the couch again. If he was an actual god then why didn't he save her from dying?

"She worshiped you all her life" 

"Does this mean you are accepting that you believe in my existence as a god?"  

"I'm still on the fence" he smiled and shook his head..

"What connects you to me?" You asked him as you still didn't understand why he was there.

"Your mother" 

"Because she worshiped you? Don't you have millions of them?" 

"I do but I can't hear all of them" 

"What do you mean?"

"I never asked to be worshiped, mortals do that on their own, they ask for money and prosperity, good health, a long life, it's hardly ever genuine" you hummed as you thought about it.

"So why did you answer her prayers?" 

"Because for once in her life her prayer wasn't born out of selfishness. In her dying moments she called out to me and I could hear her. It has happened before, I have answered mortals before but it's rare, they don't actually know or understand me as much as they think they do"

You had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't in a fever dream.

"What did she say to you?" 

"She told me that her daughter has been through hell on earth and she deserves a peaceful life, she asked me to keep you in my protection forever so nothing would harm you ever again" your eyes teared up as he said that. She loved you, you never had to question that.

"She has prayed for me all her life, why was this any different from before?" He sighed as you asked him that. He knew it was coming.

"When mortals pray for their loved ones, they ask for their long healthy lives and want them safe, but it's not entirely selfless is it? Humans get emotionally and mentally hurt when their loved ones are in pain so they pray for them to never die because they know the grief would be unbearable for them to cope with, they know they'd be tormented by their memories so they pray for their closed ones to live forever, it's not unselfish entirely. Your mother was on her deathbed, she knew she won't be here to suffer anymore and it wouldn't affect her if you live or die after she's gone but she still wanted you safe. That's why I heard her, her prayers were pure in nature" 

You didn't know what to say to him, a part of you believed in him but another part made you feel like a lunatic. Was it just your mind telling you what you wanted to hear? 

"So you're an actual god? Where do you live?" 

"Asgard, one of the realms" 

"Soo all the gods are real?" 

"Not all of them.. some were fabricated entirely by the mortals themselves" he chuckled and you looked at him surprised. Were you actually having a conversation with a god? 

"You said something about your mother before, gods have mothers?" 

"How do you think I came into existence? We  are born and we die at some point, immortality isn't real, there's only one immortal goddess, the goddess of death" 

"She sounds scary" 

"Definitely is" 

"I need someone to smack me so id know I'm not in a coma still" 

"I can not do that, but there are several other things I can do to make you believe that what you're seeing and feeling at the moment is true" your face flushed at the remark. Did a god just flirt with you? Did he like you? 

"Sooo have you been around me since she died?" She died a few months ago and you were still grieving, her death was what pushed you to leave everything behind and come here to live an isolated life. 

"Yesss, but do not worry, I'm only around when you truly need me"

"Why did I start seeing you here? Why not before this?" 

"Because you were safe out there and didn't need me before" 

"So I need you now because I am alone here?" You asked him and he sighed. Maybe this was enough information for today, if he'd have told you why he was there he knew you'd want to run away and that would only make them hurt you.

"Something like that" 

Your head had started pounding so you didn't ask any more questions, he told you that he was a magical being, he could disappear and reappear as he wished, he could create things and he could teleport. Of Course you didn't believe him so he showed you and that's when you passed out again. 

When you woke up you thought you had imagined the whole conversation or maybe it was a vivid dream but as you stepped out you saw him in your kitchen making tea like a normal human being.

"Still here" he chuckled and you sighed. How could he be real? How come nobody knew about his actual existence?

"You look like a human" you mumbled as you stepped inside and jumped up to sit on the counter.

"Well I do apologize for that darling" he smiled and it made you smile too. 

"Should I start worshiping you now?" You asked him so he walked towards you and placed his arms on either side of your thighs, the closeness made you nervous but at the same time you didn't want to push him away.

"Depends on how you want to do that love" 

"Ummmm I ..I can light a candle and pray" 

"That's dull..give me something original " you smiled as he said that, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears and kissed your forehead, you never understood before why he felt so warm and safe, he was just another man, but now you could see why.

"I adore you and if you ever want to explore me further..I'd love to worship you instead" 

"Shutupp" you pressed your hand on his lips, his words made the butterflies go bananas inside you. The old you would probably flirt back but the new you couldn't even think about sex anymore without feeling the extreme hatred for all the men. Besides you were still getting used to him being an actual god. A part of you feared you'd wake up in a mental asylum someday.

"Sure miss" he stepped away and it left you feeling disappointed, you couldn't deny the fact that you were attracted to him and the feeling of the heated kiss you two shared still lingered on your lips. You wanted to get close to him but at the same time you felt repulsed by the act of sex itself.

He passed you the cup of tea and after a chit chat he left, you saw him stepping inside the house, he had told you that the house was real but it wasn't visible to anyone else but you. It was like an illusion.

"I think she believes me Minola but I can't expose the truth about you just yet, she's extremely fragile, it's too much for my little one" he mumbled as he sat down on the rocking chair and glared at the portrait, her gaze was angry and then she growled at him, her spirit jumped out to attack him but she couldn't. She wanted to get what she has always wanted but her ways never really worked, she never thought of the consequence. 

"Nobody wants a bloody portrait to scream at them, why is it so hard for you to understand that you're not helping her?"

He had to put a stop on the brutality, sure he was your guardian now and could just get you out of here if he wished to do so, but he couldn't allow the people of the Island to take more innocent victims like you. Maybe for once he could act selfless as well.

As the night arrived he heard the screams and his eyes teared up. It pierced his heart every night because they weren't the howls of the mountain like he had made you believe. They belonged to you.

The screams you heard every night at the Slumber Island belonged to you only.

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[coldvampire]

oh im gonna hsdgfjk

okay so three+ months ago i discovered I had a Fun Condition called perioral dermatitis. basically, just this Extraordinarily persistent face rash that looks like a bunch of small pustules in a circle around my mouth, but it also went around my nose and eyes. reacts to literally fucking Everything, deeply annoying to treat, even with antibiotics it takes weeks but usually months to clear. causes are ?? can be anything from inhaled steroids, face cream, toothpaste, hormones, etc. basically impossible to pinpoint. i have some guesses about what triggered it but ofc no real way to know for sure.

i go on 90 days of antibiotics. cool, whatever, condition dissipates but doesn't go away entirely. i think nothing of this bc I know even With oral antibiotics, it can still take months.

halfway through this treatment i develop arthritic symptoms. i also think nothing of this bc I have Some sort of illness undiagnosed anyway + family members have it so while I am definitely not happy w this development, I'm resigned.

i finish the pills.

less than 24 hours later, dermatitis has Returned. i know that allowing this to happen makes it worse and last longer. i cannot stress enough how bad it will be for my mental health if this happens. yes this probably sounds overly dramatic but I'm pretty sure watching my face flare up in any way is a legitimate trigger atp after dealing with cystic acne.

anyway. i book an appointment with my gp bc the pharmacist cannot refill the antibiotics. great except the appointment is at the End Of The Month, and I know this is going to be bad in a few days time. like, in the last few hours the inflammation has already accelerated, who knows how bad it'll be then, I'm assuming it'll be like I never even took the pills to start with. i am going to have a nervous breakdown.

mysteriously, the arthritis symptoms have Also started to decrease after stopping the antibiotics. that's weird, I think, that wasn't brought up in the list of side effects when I asked, but the timing is literally exactly when my face started flaring up so I know I definitely don't have those in my system anymore. i look this up, to see if there's a link.

'''acute polyarthritis''' also described as 'drug-induced lupus' are you Fucking Kidding Me

so i am now back as Square Fucking one for this shit, my skin is about to be so goddamn inflamed & I apparently can't even take the drug that was working to clear it up. because it causes inflammation in my joints.

and like i cant really express properly how mad this makes me lmfao because of Course. i spend a solid year on Accutane finally after being deterred for nearly a decade, i get maybe 4 months of enjoying my skin after I'm off of it and then This Shit. can i win?? can i Fucking win??????? no one else in my genepool seems to deal with this shit its just me and ohhh my god i am This close to walking straight into the ocean.

#the frustration is actually getting to me. #like. holy fucking christ. #and for what??? for WHAT. #i havent even been really going out or wearing makeup At All bc its the internship semester so !!! there was No Fucking Reason for my skin #to react to ANYTHING in the first place #its so shallow i feel so stupid but like I've actually cried multiple times over this #n o t h i n g i do works. every treatment every attempt it doesnt matter #it TANKS how i feel about myself. i cant help it. #and like idk what to do!!!! #looks like im gonna try to see a derm again but that's always a multi-month waiting process. #the thought of still looking like this when I graduate is so so upsetting. i want Pictures I want to look good. please?? fucking please??? #thats several months away now but the timeline for curing this is so slow and that's assuming your treatment works anyway. #90 days of an antibiotic Should have done it idk whats wrong with me #anyway fgfhjh i Am going to cry now lmao I hate this.