#I’ll try to avoid constantly posting about this

[punksocks]

Warning Signs That You May Have A Toxic/Karmic Significant Other

Hey everyone, you may have seen my recent post about breaking up with my ex partner after 5.5 years. If not, I’ve been deep in reflection after ending this relationship. My reasons for ending it were that he refused to seek professional help to manage his anger which would come out in constant outbursts of violence (not physical ab*se but hitting walls, kicking furniture, scarring my dog, etc) and his mental health in general. After breaking things off I analyzed our relationship and all the red flags became crystal clear in hindsight. This blog is not only my emotional space to reflect, but also a place to give out advice to make sure you guys feel less alone in the world. So I’ve compiled a list of behaviors that made it clear that in hindsight the relationship was destine to be toxic and could not continue. It’s important to take lessons from painful experiences in order to continue to grow, and that’s what I hope I can help with by sharing my experiences here:

(TW Manipulation, Distressing Themes, Emotional Ab*se)

- They hate your intuition: (they work to make you doubt whatever means you have of self guidance. Whether that’s tarot/astrology, or spirituality in general, or therapy, or your simple gut feelings/reactions to things. They hate them because they know that they’ll be singled out at some point by them so they work to make you not believe in yourself through manipulation/gaslighting. My ex would constantly say the tarot is going to tell me to break up with him, but he never really changed he’d just belittle it and say I was getting weird about spirituality and he’d try to make me doubt myself or choose between the tarot and him. When I asked him to go to therapy he would also say that he was worried the therapist would tell him to break up with me-implying I was the problem. When I would ask him to go anyway he would find a way to avoid it- saying it’s too expensive, too hard to find, he doesn’t have time, etc)

-They constant give you advice that puts you in harm’s way: (My ex always told me I was too quick to cut off people that threw me under the bus and that I was paranoid. When I found out my former business partner was being shady and stealing from me, he told me to keep working with her. I said I had to take things over. He said I had no chance of covering the expenses on my own and that he wasn’t going to help me at all even though he was working a consistent 9-5. I rationalized this as putting too much pressure on him to support me through my apprenticeship over the previous few months, even though by the time we were having this discussion I had picked up a seasonal 9-5 to compensate for starting the business. I still felt guilty because I was asking him to cover the rent at home while I built this business up. I ended up wracking up debt over trying to cover everything myself and he was telling me I was going to fail every step of the way. When I didn’t fail and the business remained open over a year later, he said he had always believed in me every step of the way.)

- They rewrite history (that’s the other thing- when I broke up with him he said it was his idea to open the studio in the first place. This was a lie. A bold one at that. At the time I would have had to become self taught due to dealing with several egotistical mentors (wow thematic) and I looked for positions in other studios and there were none. My ex told me I should “pause” my goals. I told him I’ll open up my own space with another artist. He had a long talking down to me about how we couldn’t afford any of that, and how impossible it was, etc. But I went through with it anyway, effectively doing all the work on my own. He constantly told me what I was doing was crazy. But I made success out of it, thank God. Now my ex is trying to take credit for the whole thing as if I don’t remember what happened. Audacious.)

- Instead of having their own dreams they focus on wearing yours down (I have so many big dreams I want to accomplish and every other idea I shared with my ex was pushed back on or breadcrumbed. I wanted to live abroad, he’d say it’s too expensive but maybe he could find a way to make it work if I stopped putting so much pressure on him. I took over my own business, he told me I shouldn’t do it and should quit while I’m ahead. He would always try to counter every idea I had with a “logical reason” of why it wouldn’t work. He would try to control me by doubting me and in turn trying to get me to doubt myself. I never actually listened to him in hindsight, and when I pushed through successfully he would pretend to have been on my side the whole time.)

-They always compare you to their exes, in bold ways (My ex would always go out of his way to bring up his past relationships. The examples and instances were never appropriate. But one of the first worst early examples was when we were at a show. My friend’s band was playing. In the middle of the set he decided to look up his ex on social media. I was clearly uncomfortable but he continued. Then when we’re talking he brought up a nickname she used to call him that was inappropriate. When I was upset by this he threw a shirt (merch gifted to him by my friend’s band) in the booth almost hitting me with it and he stormed off. He made himself seem like the victim in a situation where he was trying to bait me into starting a public argument and yet made me soothe him afterward.)

- The betrayal of not ever being believed (early on this was another giant red flag in hindsight. I’m black and I tried to explain colorism to him, while I was having a bad experience with it. He’s white and should have been listening and understanding with open ears. Instead he tried to argue me down for being “mean” to light skinned black people. In the experience I was talking about how a mixed femme at work established a boundary with our white bosses to try to avoid racist harm. They let the femme do this without any pushback. I tried to establish the same boundary in the same meeting and those white bosses accused me of actively refusing to do my job. I told my ex this was colorist and that’s when he argued with me about this. He didn’t believe my experiences until he googled “the right articles”. When I brought this up in the future he would say he was just trying to see all black people as equal. It was a pretty disgusting defense.)

- Throwing insults in your face about past trauma (I told my ex about how emotionally abusive my mother was (wow there’s that pattern again) and he would throw this in my face and blame me or compare me to her at the slightest provocation in several arguments. When I was disrespected at work, he would blame me for misinterpreting things. Complaining about how I used him for money whenever I had asked him for help managing the business’ expenses. And so many deep cuts of things he should never said to me and names he shouldn’t have called me if he ever cared about me. He always wrote it off as me misremembering or him meaning it as something else or a distraction tactic of whataboutism -‘what about when you complained that I left dirty clothes on the floor?’ For example. All ways he tried to manipulate me from seeing this pattern of messed up behavior. Every argument he would make us talk in circles until I would have to give up from frustration and exhaustion.)

-They’re full of hot air, and if they seem like they aren’t they’re probably mirroring you (when I broke up with him I stopped hanging out with him pretty much immediately. Although I had to coordinate moving out still, I started keeping my head down to focus on my work. Essentially I had already moved on. I thought we had had deep discussions about the world and life but when I had less to say he had nothing to add. He would just keep filling up the air with anecdotes about nothing and commentary on anything just to keep crossing my boundaries and to try to force me to pay attention to him when it was clear I neither interested or comfortable doing so.)

- They try to force you to become as cynical and jaded as they are (I was never antagonistic per se, but when we were together I had unconsciously started looking/preparing for the worst in every scenario and every person I’d meet. Because of my ex’s toxic influence. Getting along with coworkers? They must be just “kissing up to you” according to him. Like that tv show most people are fond of? No way that has to be trash. Want to try something new? No there can’t be anything good about that. He was a very stuck person that refused to find the joy in almost anything. Unless it was too impressive to ignore —but even then he had to nitpick it apart. I would wonder why his compliments would feel so hollow- it was because he really had trouble seeing the good in anything. Like a day or two after we broke up I was already feeling lighter and more optimistic. When people were kind to me I embraced it easier and in turn every aspect of life got a little brighter. The contempt for others was palatable. Because he expected everyone to be ready to undercut him like he was ready to do to them.)

- Before you know it, they’ll have you romanticizing breadcrumbing behavior (I asked my ex to get on meds for his mental health and to find a therapist so many times over the course of 5 years. 4-5 months before I broke up with him he got on medication. Then after a peace period of a month or so, we were back in a cycle of petty arguments and he was saying the meds don’t work. He didn’t even try to go to therapy until I broke up with him. he got an appointment the next day because he “was trying to win me back” Essentially, he’d never work on himself or actually actively improve things. He’d always make one or two half steps to placate me then complain about how it was too hard and completely impossible to put the work in. Even with the therapy example, he wanted to display that he could make progress in order to win me back. Don’t worry, I had seen this tactic before and knew he would just fall back into toxicity. So, it didn’t work.)

- When you do leave they get cocky about how you’ll have nowhere to go (I leaned on my ex to support me when I became overwhelmed by figuring out my business on my own. I worked several temp jobs in addition to the business but it was stretching me thin. So I needed his help several times and only had so much saved up by the time I broke up with him. After begging me to take him back the entire night and pretending to be supportive, the next day he was scoffing and boasting about how “[he] didn’t even know what [I] was going to do.” He did this over everything from buying my own detergent-even though I always bought the detergent- to managing my bills on my own-even though I usually managed most of my bills on my own- until I finally was able to move out and leave him behind.)

- They never defend you and always make it seem like it’s your fault if you get attacked (My ex was always siding with abusive people and gaslighting me when I noticed that behavior. As many of you may know, my mom was a terror throughout my childhood. I confided in my ex about how much of an impact this had had on me. Before I went no contact with her we all got dinner when she came in town to see me. Despite all my warnings and preemptive begging to be supported through the difficulty of meeting with her my ex threw me under the bus immediately. He laughed at her jokes at my expense and didn’t stop her at all from singling me out. I shutdown in this moment and began to draw to cope- I’m neurodivergent so that’s one of the things I default to doing when I’m overwhelmed. They continued to make fun of me together and when I asked him why he didn’t have my back afterward, he blamed me for “not being friendly enough” and “not interacting with [my] mom enough”. This pattern of doubting and failing to help me would continue through our entire relationship.)

- They’ll have -self aware- moments that aren’t quite what they seem (I truly cannot count the number of times my ex would start an argument just to talk me in circles then try to get me to believe I was in the wrong too. It was truly maddening. He would always push to say he “understood” how we had gotten there. Then ramble on and on and on saying that I was attacking him and he was the victim of things. I asked him to do the dishes? I’m “criticizing [his] housework and putting too much pressure on [him]”. I ask him not to throw things when he’s upset? I’m “overly criticizing [him] and making [him] so anxious he can’t help but hit things”. And on and on and on it went. He would always tidy it up by saying he forgave me because we were “both wrong” and he just “would try to be better next time and [I] should too”.)

-They have underlying personality issues that need to be addressed (and when you bring a hint of these up, they lash out about how you’re attacking them and they throw personal attacks back at you because of their fragile ego. If you -somehow- get them to see a mental health professional you may find them lying about what feedback they got. After I broke up with him he said he’d go to anger management class and find a therapist “to win me back”- funny how it’s after you leave them and set the ultimate boundary they do the work to show you they can hypothetically change and it’s never one of the times you’ve begged before in the midst of madness. Before I moved out I overheard his therapy appointment and she asked about his bipolar diagnosis and he said he was just anxious despite the mood swings. When he came to me to tell me the good news of him finally going to therapy he left that out. When I asked if the therapist knew if he had another disorder he manipulated that. He said the therapist asked if it could be anything else but it was just a brief thought. He framed it that way instead of the consistent behavioral issue it was.)

- Usually they attract drama and chaos but blame you for it as their partner (He always kept his ex around in boundary crossing ways. In hindsight I wouldn’t be surprised if he had cheated in any way with any of them because of how murky he was about spending one on one time with them. They also will always encourage you to keep other toxic people in your life so they can keep flying under the radar/blaming the other toxic people when you feel drained/etc. When I decided to go no contact with my parents, he second guessed me. When I decided to go no contact with my friends that were harmful, he second guessed me. He went out of his way to call me paranoid and picky and every other name in the book he could. Even after I broke up with him he went out of his way to tell me I was paranoid and should quit tarot reading “because [he] knew it would turn [me] against [him] one day”. I told him his opinion meant less than nothing to me.)

- Whenever you set a boundary they try to undermine it and take it as an attack (When we met, all of my ex’s small circle of friends was made up of people he had dated or slept with. Once his friend, who had flirted with him multiple times, asked to stay in his apartment while she moved out of her place. He offered her his bed. She even had a boyfriend at the time but she went to my ex first. I told him this made me very uncomfortable. He screamed and yelled about how he’ll always choose his friends first and I have to understand that and that she didn’t want to sleep in his bed while he was in it. It was crazy but the whole time he called me dramatic and made me feel insane for being so uncomfortable with it.)

- They may often act out in public over the littlest things (my ex would get absolutely infuriated when there were lines in places. Insane right? Especially living in cities? with other people? And yet whenever we went out I’d have to prepare my mental for the possibility of him getting angry and breaking down because people were waiting ahead of him in line. In hindsight the entitlement he had was overwhelming in itself. The last time we went out to a movie -which was a whole scheduling fiasco in of itself with him during our entire relationship, he was obsessed with movies. I like movies but spending 6-9 hours in a theater? Every week? On top of hours of mandatory movie viewing at home? It was exhausting. He also made me pay for my own monthly movie pass even though it was his thing. Even in covid, although I’m immunocompromised I had to negotiate with him to wait to get vaccinated before he went back to the theater. And to wear a mask in the showings. He would huff and fuss about those small courtesies the entire time. Anyway the last movie we went out to see had a long line but we bought tickets ahead of time. He pitched a fit and kept storming off away from me and threatening to leave over the line. I kept following him foolishly, and coaxed him into staying. Of course there were enough seats and of course he enjoyed the movie. He apologized after for “getting overwhelmed by the line” but that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.)

- It’s all or nothing for them but breadcrumbs for you (I’ve always been clear that I have no plans of staying in the country I’m from. From the start I’ve understood I’m not meant to stay here. And yet I stayed in a city I hated so he could suddenly finish his associates degree. We moved back to my hometown but we lived in the most stressful neighborhood because he “wanted to be downtown with a pool.” He would always complain about every single idea I had to leave the country. I’m thinking about doing a language school or artist residency? He “did long distance with [his] ex who cheated and it would be too hard”. I want to study this language and go to this -easy-place for a visa? He “kept forgetting to study and had no idea how we would ever afford the move.” And on and on it went until I simply gave up on trying to get him to step up.)

- They twist everything to be about them even grief (my grandma was like a mother to me, so it hit me hard when she died. She even told me she was going and thanked me for my friendship at the end. It was still a very difficult period and I couldn’t accept it until it just happened. When I got the call and burst into tears my ex said “I’m so sorry… do you blame me because we stayed here for me to go to school and you couldn’t be home with her?” It hadn’t even been 20 minutes since I learned she was gone. The extent of his selfishness would shock me until I cut him off.)

- They make you bury things they don’t like about your self expression/goals (I’ll use a simple example. I love fairy lights. When we met I had fairy lights and my ex had no complaints. But when we moved in together they ‘would always bother him and give him headaches’. So I took out the lights. Then he got me a glowing lamp I wanted for my birthday but never allowed me to turn it on when we were in the room. I brought the lights I love to my work and my ex would complain about them there too. He’d say he didn’t know why he “just didn’t like spending time at the studio” and then use the lights as an excuse, and then hed complain all day about how exhausting it was to be there. He’d only offer to come to the studio more if I turned them off just for him. All this time later and all of a sudden I don’t have any lights I like up. This didn’t happen for everything, but there were a lot of little things he was so controlling about just to be authoritative about something I liked.)

- They hate it when you have positive things happen to you (and instead of seeing your success as a good thing they see it as you one upping them, so they often express jealousy and then disguise it as a joke. He would “joke” about how I was going to fail so often I lost count. When I had a great day there would always be a hint of disappointment in his voice. He would always undermine it in anyway he could. “Oh you made X amount that’s nice, but that’s not enough to cover the rent”. I got a lot of compliments on my outfits, so he’d say “no one ever compliments me”. Always something to bring me down and try to get me to focus on a worry.)

- They downplay your trauma (I’m a burn survivor. My dad burned me through hot water and neglect as a baby on around 20% of my body. For that and many other reasons I became sort of a local legend for my time in our local child protective services. In a city of well over a million people. Doctors thought I wouldn’t be able to walk again and it was a miracle when I did. My grandmother had to wrap my scars everyday, twice a day for 3-4 years afterwards. She would tell me the pain would make me cry random throughout the night until I went to kindergarten. All that to say, my scars had a BIG impact on my health and my life. When I told my ex about my insecurity he said “sorry that happened, but it’s not that big of a deal.” Crazily at 21 I took that as flattery. It was not, it was severely downplaying the trauma I went through because my ex didn’t care for that part of my life. I even remember thinking I should tag a post as a burn survivor and he said “isn’t that like advertising your burns, why warn people about it?”. I got better and embraced my scars all through my own healing but damn it was all severely fucked up.)

- They usually have a Fatal Flaw they try to make you contend with (My ex had explosive anger where he would hit something (a wall, the couch, his desk, etc) or throw things at any slight provocations, and he would disguise it as a reaction of low self esteem instead. I didn’t realize how bad the conditioning had got until I broke up with him and I wasn’t getting jumpy from him coming home anymore or my dog wasn’t hiding from him anymore. I was walking on eggshells all the time and I only knew it subconsciously. He would also curse at me and call me the meanest names from the smallest arguments, he would get belittling. It’s their signature style to make you feel small and to desensitize you to truly nightmarish behavior.)

- That’s the other thing- most people and sometimes animals can tell they’re off (I would always wonder why my ex never seemed to make a good impression on others. They could tell he was off from the start.)

- They start trying to love bomb you after you give up or when they sense you are finally giving up (I always asked my ex to pay more attention to my business/endeavors/art/etc when we were together, to respond to texts I sent him at work-within reason-, to give me some support or feedback. His replies were always blasé. “That’s nice.” Or “I will.” As soon as I broke up with him. He was complaining that he always missed texting me at work. Then he started getting more involved on my social media pages. Then for the first time in months he watched my story on Instagram completely unwelcomed and unprompted. It was how fake the performance of interest was that really struck me after everything.)

- They always ask for one more chance when you’ve given them at least a hundred chances (Evem when I broke up with him he kept saying “you cut off other people (for being toxic) but I never thought it would be me!” I feel like I’ve already put plenty of examples of this, so I’ll just say this points to the fact that at their base motivation they don’t really respect you or care about you. If someone actually cares about you, they’re going to go out of their way to make you comfortable, to care about your opinions and feedback, from the very start)

- Even when it’s over, they still always try to blame you for their bad behavior. (My ex painted himself as an introvert when he was in a relationship. I had always asked him to make -newer, healthier- friends and to make a social effort. Since the beginning. After we broke up he made an effort to go out to social events. After he went out one day he came back and said “I was such a girlfriend guy, I never went out and socialized!” In turn I said you’re not a girlfriend guy you never cared about what I had to say, if you were a girlfriend guy I wouldn’t have had to break up with you for literally never taking me into account. So that ended that.)

- When it’s over the relief hits you in waves (I didn’t even realize how much I was doing to cope with the hostility and boredom of the relationship until it was over. I stopped overeating, I actually lost my appetite for days. I went from taking edibles every week to not even craving the ones I had. I wasn’t the most indulgent but I was shocked by how immediately I was fine with going cold turkey. My time with myself became even more peaceful. Even before I moved out, I was more creative and productive. I felt the beauty and the optimism of all the little moments deep in my spirit and my glow was brighter than ever before. My ex kept turning to me in despair and asking “how can you be so okay with this??” I answered him indifferently because he wasn’t worth entertaining. But obviously my spirit had been restored, I wasn’t wasting love on anyone that didn’t deserve it anymore. My energy was finally all mine. And I had faith in God that everything would be alright. And it was.)

You slowly but surely realize that you were formed to be a victim of a narcissistic/antagonistic person due to being raised by narcissistic parents and in an environment full of enabling emotionally and verbally abusive behavior. When we met I was so vulnerable. I had moved to a new city on my own, I was in a financially precarious place. The city was The Worst for Black people (tm). I was so desperate for an ally, I caught an energy vampire instead. I’ve healed and learned a lot from this. To be much more deliberate about who I let into my life. To be unafraid of purging and moving on when someone shows you they’re incapable of growth. To not accept crumbs of affection and appreciation. To pour my love into myself first before I let anyone else do the same. So I write all this to say, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault that some people are so corrupted to the core that they’d rather destroy you than heal themselves. So… forgive yourself for this experience. Forgive yourself for being a person that just loves and cares about others. That believes in cultivating a world full of warmth and compassion. Don’t let one (or a dozen- ugh the people I’ve had to move on from oml) toxic ass person ruin you and your compassion. I had to forgive myself for believing in a lot of disappointing, inept, bad people. But I won’t stop being kind and compassionate because of those losers. I’ll continue to shine my light on those who need it whenever I’m supposed to. I mean I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to rely on anyone again without fear of their self interest but one step at a time, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Anyway, wish me luck on this fresh start. Buy a reading if you want to support me. But yeah, thanks for reading y’all.

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[mod-jazzy]

What’s been going on, a summary

Hello everyone I have finally decided to speak about something that’s been happening with me lately.

I’m tired of scooting around it and being vague.

For nearly the past two years, I’ve had a stalker. Stalking my blogs, what I say in public servers, what I say on other websites, etc etc.

I left servers over them, i even gave up servers I used to run because of this.

I often turn off my ask boxes and DMs at random to avoid getting harassed further or to attempt to “stop it” for a short amount of time. Just for a moment of peace.

Earlier this year I left all servers and whatnot after receiving a threat of doxxing me. I got afraid and stressed so I just left without saying why. I cut off social contact for the most part without saying why. I was scared and stressed and overwhelmed by it all.

But yesterday, after getting a onslaught of messages spread across my blogs. I was in fact, doxxed and received several threats on my partners life.

We are fine however. My partner is fine and I am fine (as I can be given the circumstances). I just wanted to state that, we are fine.

We have support and are dealing with it behind the scenes. We are fine aside from me being (reasonably) a bit emotional over it.

I do not know who the individual is. I’m primarily harassed and sent threats via anon or burner accounts. So, it’s led to me being quite paranoid around people and what I say and do.

Hence why I left servers and why I don’t talk to anyone anymore. It’s made me paranoid and afraid. Because I just! Do not know who. I just don’t know.

I don’t know what I even did to this person. I don’t know why they haven’t chosen to just block me if they don’t like me. I don’t get it and I’m tired of trying to reason with them or understand.

So. As of now.

All my inboxes are closed to asks for the time being. As well as making my DMs to be “mutuals only” since there isn’t entirely a “close DMs” option.

They won’t be closed forever and I do still plan on answering any asks/interactions I’ve already gotten. I just am keeping everything closed for a bit. I am merely trying to limit how much they can harass me for the time being. I hope you all understand.

So that’s, what’s been happening with me.

I’ve been trying to avoid speaking publicly out of fear of being doxxed, but that happened anyways.

So I don’t know what’ll happen after me posting this, if it’ll get worse or not. Whatever happens, happens I suppose.

Again, I want to reiterate that my partner and I are fine. We are dealing with it and handling it behind the scenes.

I’m just, speaking publicly about it now to explain my rather, erratic behavior over the past year.

Sorry for the long and sudden serious post, but after discussing it with others, we think that maybe me posting about it publicly will help.

Again, apologies for dropping this suddenly, just unsure on what else to do here.

I’ll still be around, lurking and quietly working on content. But I’m just going to have my asks/DMs mostly turned off to hinder the amount of harassment I can get for the time being.

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TLDR: I have a stalker, they doxxed me and sent specific threats on my partners life. If I close my askboxes and whatnot, it’s to attempt to avoid further harassment

#ooc #mod jazzy #delete later #stalking mention #doxxing mention #I’ll try to avoid constantly posting about this #I feel bad enough for the sheer amount my family and friends have had to hear about this after all this time #but I’m also tired of being vague like I’m some kind of riddler #I kept quiet out of fear of the worst happening BUT it happened anyways #ngl!! scared shitless posting about this!!!

[blue-jisungs]

fighting with them ♡

author's note. my very poor attempt on angst written in june 2023 LMAOOOOO enjoy!! (do not ask me why am i posting it now, i dont know either.)

making up after a fight - here !

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

chan couldn’t put a finger on it but there was something going on with you lately. from all of the people in the world he knew the best how life can get overwhelming sometimes. you were there for him during his hardships of being an idol… and a human being, in general.

and clearly, you were going through something too. but you didn’t say a word and even seemed to avoid him.

you arrived home late at night on one friday, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. chris is probably… working. so you you can easily sneak into your bedroom without him noticing you, right?

“y/n”

you turned around and saw him in the hallway, hair messed up and glass of water in his hand. his face lit up upon seeing you, however you could sense the weird tone of his voice.

“hi chris. i’ll go to sleep” you mumbled, taking off your shoes

“wait, can we talk? i know it’s late but i feel like nowadays we’re roommates, not a couple” he said. here it is. you let out another sigh

“i had a lot on my head today, can we not?” you grunted, leaving your bag on the floor.

“that’s the thing, y/n. there’s something going on and you just won’t tell me. and when we’re gonna talk when not now? you avoid me, let’s face it” chris continued, voicing out his worries. you knew.

“i’m sorry, okay? it’s just… i don’t want to talk right now and…” you pinched the bridge of your nose, earning a scoff from chan.

“you never want to talk, apparently. relationships are build on trust and communication. and i get the feeling you don’t trust me at all” his voice got a little louder but not to the range of shouting.

“listen, i–“ you started, genuine exhaustion feeling your body. you were afraid to snap and that’s the last thing you wanted to do. especially right now, especially at chris. but if it continues–

“i’m tired of your excuses, y/n! let me help you, talk to me, anything–“ chris pleaded and before you realised, it happened.

“can you shut the fuck up? i told you i’m tired! we’ll talk once you stop interrupting me for god’s sake!”

the realisation sank in as you watched chan’s features change with pain. his jaw tensed, eyes becoming cold.

“sure… i’m sorry. good night” he huffed, his steps leading him back to his studio.

your eyes watered, heart shattering into millions of pieces. you fucked up.

changing into your pyjamas you fell asleep on the couch, feeling like a burden in your own bed. your and chris’. and above all, you felt strange and empty, trying (and failing miserably) to fall asleep without him by your side.

┆彡 MINHO [ 민호 ]

you approached lino quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. he jolted a bit by your sudden appearance, the wooden spoon falling out of his hand.

“oh, sorry baby. how are you today?” you hummed when minho with a grumpy face grabbed the spoon.

“you’re so fucking clingy sometimes…” he grunted, causing your eyes to widen “get off me”

the coldness of his voice made you a bit scared, backing away. minho continued with his cooking task.

“like a literal baby, i swear. let me breathe for once, is this too much to ask for?” he snapped, not even looking at you.

you understood, of course you did. when you started dating minho he wasn’t too big on skinship but… he never spoke like that to you in general or about this.

“okay. i’m sorry” you mumbled, trying not to show how hurt you got by his words “i’ll be in the bedroom”

he didn’t even say anything. you held your tears and walked away, only letting them go once you were buried in your duvet.

┆彡 CHANGBIN [ 창빈 ]

you let out a deep sigh, massaging your temples. changbin was looking at you with straight face, the tense silence between you two constantly interrupted by your group chat exploding with notifications.

“y/n, for the millionth time. they don’t deserve you, they literally treat you like shit” he grunted, glancing at your phone and reading the last message “'y/nnie we’re sorry, the date just slipped my mind', are you kidding me? what kind of an excuse is that?”

the thing was that your friends stood you up, again. lately they do that all the time but you know that they’re busy, just like you.

“a normal one! do i have to remind you the times you forgot about our dates? or i did? we’re humans, we forget things. and they’re my friends, they wouldn’t stand me up! we already rescheduled for tomorrow” you hissed “stop talking shit about my friends!”

“i’m not!” changbin whined “it just pisses me off because they meet up without you! don’t tell me you don’t know that!”

“i don’t because they don’t do that! stop accusing them!” you yelled, surprised by yourself. changbin sighed, his tongue poking the side of his cheek

“fine. just don’t run crying to me when you get stood up again, probably tomorrow” he huffed, crossing his arms

“i won’t!” you grunted, grabbing your phone and walking away to your bedroom.

┆彡 HYUNJIN [ 현진 ]

your boyfriend came home, a loud slam of his bag hitting the floor lighting a red lamp in your head. there was no usual, cheerful “hi baby!” or “i’m home!” coming from him.

hyunjin stepped into the kitchen, ignoring you, and poured himself some water.

“hi hyune” you hummed, approaching him. he mumbled something incoherent back, eyes everywhere but on you. you sighed quietly, shaking your head “how was your day?”

“awful, i’m exhausted” he grunted, poking his cheek with his tongue

“i’m sorry to hear that… here’s some food, i grabbed it from work. let me just finish heating it up” you hummed, smiling softly “and later if you want we can watch a movie?”

“just… i need some time alone. i’m tired, y/n. i know you wouldn’t get it because i’m an idol, i dance and work for the whole day but i just need to rest, okay?” hyunjin grunted, making you halt.

“what do you mean i wouldn’t get it?” you frowned, turning your gaze at him

“you’re… well, you’re not an idol. can i just-?” he spat out, running out of patience.

“oh, so i can’t feel exhausted? i know that working as a cleaning lady is not as mighty as being an idol, but it’s tiring as well” you said slowly, trying not to lose your temper.

“yeah, sure” he scoffed.

your eyes widened, genuine hurt breaking your heart.

“i’ll eat it later, don’t mind heating it up” he grunted and before he waddled away to the bedroom, he heard your murmurs.

“it’s for me… and you don’t mind talking to a filthy cleaning lady later…”

┆彡 JISUNG [ 지성 ]

han was watching you for the past fifteen minutes, tongue poking the side of his cheek. you seemed to have fun while chatting with the other guy. way too much fun.

he just let out a sigh and took a sip of his drink. he hated it. he hated that he had to go to this party, that someone spilled a drink over him, that the food sucked and that you… you were ignoring him.

you let out a laugh and shook your head. the guy who you were talking to, beomgyu, patted your head with a grin.

suddenly you felt a hand on your arm, squeezing it. you turned around and saw jisung and his… tensed jaw.

“oh ji! i was wondering where you were! this is beomgyu, jeongin’s friend…” you smiled and beomgyu greeted your boyfriend with a happy smile

“we need to talk” han just grunted and walked away. you shrugged and beomgyu sent you a questioning look.

following jisung outside, where the weather wasn’t too pleasant, you rubbed your arms and enjoyed the silence.

“what’s up?” you asked, tilting your head.

“are you seriously asking me 'what’s up?'… y/n… you’ve been having the time of your life with that guy” he hissed, crossing his arms.

“beomgyu? what do you mean? we were just talking, that’s all” you scoffed, not fully understanding what he meant.

“please, y/n. you two were flirting! it’s unbelievable” he snarled, his voice raising dangerously.

“jisung, you know i only love you. i was just talking with him because he–“ you started

“cut the bullshit. it’s good to know you had fun at the party but i’m going home. have fun flirting with him” he bursted out, walking away

“jisung, what the fuck?!” you called but he didn’t stop “what do you want me to say? i… i seriously! you can ask him! i wasn’t saying anything–“

entering the room again filled his ears with music, jisung didn’t catch the way your voice broke down. legs leading him towards the exit, he noticed beomgyu watching him shocked.

┆彡 FELIX [ 필릭스 ]

you drummed your fingers on the table nervously, giving the waiter an apologetic look. he walked up to you, sighing.

“i’m sorry ma’am but if you’re not planning on ordering something i’ll have to ask you to leave…” he said. you nodded, grabbing your purse

“i understand” you said and paid for the two glasses of water you ordered earlier.

“i’m sorry” the waiter mumbled, causing blood to flow to your cheeks. you shook your head and left, dialling your boyfriend’s number for the seventh time this night.

“–yeah, i know, right?! what’s up, y/n?” felix answered, the voices in the background becoming quieter.

“where are you?” you asked bluntly, crossing your arms

“i’m at changbin’s, why?” he asked confused

“why? well maybe because i was waiting for you like an idiot for the past two hours? why didn’t you pick up your phone earlier?” you spat out, voice starting to shake

“what are you talking about?” felix grunted

“our date, felix! like the third one you missed because allegedly you were busy? are you doing this on purpose or what?” you huffed, sitting down on a nearby bench.

“i was busy, y/n! i admit, today i forgot but we made plans with guys earlier and i just…” he trailed off.

“you just forgot. again. i don’t have any more patience or strength for that, felix. don’t you see that? you’re prioritising work over me” your voice broke, nails digging into your knees “if it keeps happening–“

“y/n… don’t say that! you know i’m busy, i’m an idol! what did you expect?” felix scoffed.

“i expected my boyfriend to be present in my life, you know? i understand that you’re an idol, i respect that and i support it… i just wish you were there for me, felix. do you even know i got fired yesterday?” you asked and were met with silence “exactly. now… have fun at changbin’s, say hi to the boys. i’m not coming back tonight”

with that you hung up, chest thumping in your chest. well, you’re going to have a sleepover at your best friend’s… again.

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

you hummed happily, just getting off the phone with your mom. entering the kitchen you noticed seungmin with his glasses atop of his nose, reading something.

“hey, seungmo! do you have any plans on weekend?” you asked. he shook his head as a no “great! my parents are visiting, then”

he groaned, making you frown.

“what?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“again?” he finally looked up at you, fixing his glasses.

“what do you mean again? they visited us like, month ago!” you shook your head

“it’s just… tiring” he mumbled, playing with the hem of the paper he was reading

“tiring? they’re my parents, seungmin. and it’s hard for them too. they’re still getting used to living in korea, i know how that felt and besides, you should get used to it” you huffed

“okay, so? can’t you just go on your own? i wanted to practice, i could use some time alone” seungmin grunted. you bit your lip, looking down. did he just… did not like your parents? you couldn’t lie, it hurt you.

“fine. have fun then because i guess i’ll leave earlier, since you could use some time alone” you murmured

“are you angry at me?” he asked, some kind of mockery in his voice

“yeah, i am! do you not like them? why didn’t you tell me earlier?” the question made him scoff

“i just don’t feel like going, geez! just go, you’re being annoying today…” he grunted, reassuming his previous task.

you mumbled a soft oh and left your place right away, not bothering to pack. your parents have some clothes of yours at their place either way.

┆彡 JEONGIN [ 정인 ]

you watched jeongin text someone with a huge grin on his face, fingers quickly tapping against the screen of his phone. letting out a deep sigh, you reassumed watching the show.

“wait, why’d you start?” he asked suddenly, putting his phone away

“i asked you like, five times if i can start already” you grunted, not looking at him

“sorry, i was…” he hummed, hesitant “…texting someone”

“who was it?” you asked, not really caring about the weight of the question…

“no one important” he huffed. now, his answer made you confused. anxiety slowly creeping into your heart, you looked at him

“why’d you answer like that? i’m sure that person wouldn’t be too happy to hear that” you joked lightly. jeongin just shrugged, letting out an annoyed sigh. there was a sound of door opening somewhere in the dorm.

“can we just watch?” he asked coldly.

you fell quiet, mind racing with thoughts. if you think about it, you caught him texting and smiling like a teenage girl a couple of times this week. and he always quickly turned off his phone once you were near him. what was it?

“oh, hi you two!” you heard changbin’s voice. you turned around to wave at him and he waved back, then turning your eyes again at the screen “oi, jeongin-ah, did eunjeong text you back?”

your eyes widened upon hearing the name. eunjeong. jeongin’s ex.

you looked at him, his face immediately dropping. you sent a death glare to changbin that only now realised what he said. but that meant… he knew.

“you’re texting her? your ex?” you asked, crossing your arms. jeongin sighed, trying his best not to roll his eyes.

“and what if i am, geez! it’s not that serious, y/n” he grunted, looking at you.

“for me it is, jeongin. you know i have trust issues… and i don’t trust her, especially! besides, you told me you blocked her…?” you asked, heart racing abnormally fast.

“i lied, okay? because you’re so sensitive about everything, just like now! yes, i’m texting eunjeong and honestly, i don’t regret it! she’s fun, okay? we broke up on a good terms” he grunted. you stood up, walking away “where are you going?!”

“i need to think” you hissed, passing changbin by

“that’s exactly what i was talking about… god, such a crybaby over nothing” jeongin murmured, grabbing his phone.

before he could open up a chat with eunjeong, he heard a loud door slam.

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[hearts4hughes]

Hello! Can you do the prompts ❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ don’t push me away again. ❜ with Jack Hughes?

jack hughes x fem!reader | request post

“why are you avoiding me?” jack’s question hung in the air. his brows were furrowed. he looked sad-possibly even hurt.

my eyes were glued to the floor. i didn’t want to face the truth; i didn’t want to face my reality.

“i’m not avoiding you, jack. don’t be so full of yourself, not everything is about you.” i spat. my words hit him like a dagger to the chest.

jack hughes— my best friend and biggest crush. i tried so hard to convince myself that my feelings were merely platonic, but i knew i was kidding myself. the second i looked into his blue eyes i knew it was over for me. he’s like a whirlwind, sucking me into him more and more until i’m drowning.

“what’s gotten into you?” he retorts, disgust painting his features. he’s disgusted in me and i don’t even blame him. “who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” he stares deeply into my eyes. even with his harsh words, butterflies still flutter around in my stomach.

i clench my eyes shut. “don’t look at me like that.” i state. it physically hurt me to look at him knowing that he’ll never feel the same. knowing that i’m his best friend and that’s all i’ll ever be to him.

“like what, y/n?!” he raises his voice, lighting a fire inside of me.

“like you actually care about me more than a friend.” i retort.

his face drops as the realization hits him. his mouth moves, but nothing comes out.

i laugh in disbelief. “jack, i’ve been in love with you ever since i met you. i try to convince myself otherwise and i’m constantly in denial of it, but that’s the truth.” my voice cracks.

the echoes of my confession ring on deaf ears it appears. jack stands frozen with his mouth agape and eyes wide. i huff, spinning on my heels to leave the room when his hand clasps around my wrist.

“y/n, did you seriously think i haven’t been in love with you as well? i can’t believe i’m admitting this but i’ve been trying to drop repeated hints that i like you. i was too much of a pussy to confess my feelings for you and now i regret that.”

i open my mouth to say something, but the words get caught in my throat. with teary eyes, i pull him into a bone crushing hug, nuzzling my face into his neck.

“promise you won’t push me away again?” he asks into my shoulder. his lips leave kisses along my neck down to my shoulder.

“i promise.”

#nora’s writings 💐 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #new jersey devils

[devildom-moss]

idk how to verbalise this idea properly so bear with me but: mc whose entire logic in life is 'fuck it we ball' including when it comes to romance, so they just completely go along with any attempts at flirting in a sort of "yes, and-" fashion

which probably only encourages said suitor and then mc has the Audacity to be surprised when it gets intense enough for them to realise they're actually being seduced lol

gn mc with just the brothers for now pls!! thank u for your services

Hopefully this request is what you were looking for. Honestly, I had a bit of confusion while writing, but I tried. I went with headcanons because that seemed like the best fit. Thanks for the request.

gn!MC who casually flirts back with the demon brothers headcanons

(and then has the audacity to be surprised that they're being genuinely pursued)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +2700

Lucifer

Lucifer is an awful flirt, trying so hard to fluster MC and convince them of his dominance. (Where’s it at though? I don’t see it.) His flirting is so suggestive that it’s actually pretty easy to just assume it’s a bit of playful teasing between friends.

For MC, it plays out like those posts that say something and then escalate immediately – something like “Kiss your homies goodnight. Kiss them with tongue. Eat their ass.”

Having an MC who flirts back with him can be a bit embarrassing, and it gets Lucifer’s hopes up so much. (“Could you pour me another cup of coffee, MC?” “Third one this morning, Luci. Not sleeping well?” “I’m afraid not. Perhaps you should come over and help – but then again, we might not get much sleep if you do.” “Aw, Luci, do you want me to fuck you senseless to help you fall asleep?” “If you’re offering, who am I to refuse.”)

He’ll be frustrated that MC keeps flirting with him, but they never follow through.

Lucifer is so horny that it’s absurd. MC could be completely normal, and this man would be thirsting. (“I really don’t want to do this lesson. This chapter is so boring.” “Normally, I wouldn’t use positive reinforcement, but if you complete your work, I’ll reward you.” “What kind of reward?” “Come to my room tonight and find out.”)

Poor MC doesn’t realize they’re being seduced until Lucifer has dragged them into his bed.

“Sleep with me.” “I’m not really tired, Lucifer.” “Good. Then you’ll have plenty of energy to make out and maybe even fuck me – if you want.” His touch would be so intimate – rubbing their inner thigh or groping their ass. “IF I WHAT?!?”

Lucifer would turn pink up to his ears. Part of him thinks MC is just teasing him again, but he would quickly realize that they’re being genuine. He’d feel absolutely humiliated. Did they not want him at all? Did all of that flirting mean nothing?

Before he could die from the shame, Lucifer would manage to blurt out, “Do you want me or not?” He wants some honest commitment in return for his affection, and if MC won’t bring that, that’s unacceptable. Of course, there is some thrill in a chase, but in that moment, Lucifer won’t have it in him. It would be a battle to fight some other day.

If MC tells him no or gives a half-hearted response, he will ask them to leave his room with one hand covering his blushing face. He wouldn’t even be able to look at them as he closed the door – and he’d probably avoid them for a day or two. (Also, he might cry a little after the door is locked).

If MC insists that they do want him, he’ll be especially needy while also acting all sadistic – attempting to tease them to distract from his own embarrassment. This poor loser will require so many kisses to reinflate his ego.

Mammon

To be fair, Mammon would bring this upon himself. He loves to act like he’s uninterested – constantly interrupting his fawning and puppy-like following of MC to save himself from the absolute humiliation of being *gasp* honest about his feelings.

I can see Mammon regularly initiating flirting, but this man can’t follow through to save his own life (maybe to save the life of someone else, though). An MC who reciprocates his flirting would leave him a blushing, flustered mess. Most of the time, his embarrassment cuts the interaction short.

“Ya just can’t get enough of the Great Mammon, can ya?” “Of course not, you handsome devil~” “I- uh! Hmph! Damn right!” he’d say it, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact while the blush rises in his cheeks. How is MC supposed to respond?

If they tease him further and flirt more, he’ll just yell and tell them to knock it off. If they just shrug it off and move on, Mammon will be too flustered to make another move on them that day. The flirtatious spark just kind of fizzles out like a defective firecracker.

It takes a lot of boldness on Mammon’s end to get MC to realize he’s being serious. And honestly, Mammon is so adorable, MC may have the opportunity to take the initiative and push things a little further first. (You want to tell me most MCs could just flirt with Mammon, reducing him to a blushing, aggressive mess, and go back to watching that movie or playing that video game upon Mammon’s belligerent demand, and not want to kiss his face? Okay, sure.)

But let’s ignore that thought and say MC follows Mammon’s flirting in the “yes, and” fashion. After Mammon continuously sabotages his own chances, eventually, he’s going to get so frustrated that he will smother his own shyness long enough to get what he wants.

He’ll get MC alone and string together some make-shift confession – a plea for more. “Ya know, if ya wanna kiss the Great Mammon or somethin’, I’m not gonna stop ya – like, I mean, I want a little more outta ya. So, don’t hold back just cause ya think I don’t want to or nothin’.” (translation: Please kiss me. I know I act like I don’t want you, but I really, really want you to kiss me. Please, please, please.)

His face will burn, and a blush will work its way up to his ears. It’ll be hard to deny the intensity of his feelings, and it will weigh down on MC – a truth previously held in a bag on their back, tethered to dozens of helium balloons that disguised its weight, and then suddenly found every string cut loose by Mammon’s admission. He really loved them. For his confession, all Mammon would get was a stunned but heartfelt “oh.”

He gets so upset and embarrassed that MC didn’t realize he was being serious before. He went on a rollercoaster of emotions; meanwhile, this whole time, they hadn’t even taken his advances in earnest. It’s practically offensive.

The only remedy for Mammon’s bruised dignity is for MC to immediately hold and kiss him until he’s temporarily satisfied. (“Ya owe me big time for not takin’ me seriously.”)

Leviathan

I mean, he kind of has to flirt before MC can flirt back – unless we’re going to count accidentally blurting out his innermost perverted desires as flirting. Sure, I suppose it’s basically flirting to tell someone “It’s sexy when you tell me what to do. I can’t stop imagining you doing that in other settings.”

He’s so bad at flirting that nothing will happen for a long time after he realizes he’s head over heels. Levi is fine spending the rest of his (or at least MC’s) life pining for them – or at least he believes that. But the longing and desire will start to creep in, and he’ll wonder how much he can ask from MC. Friends can hold hands and maybe even cuddle, right? Maybe even kiss? Could they even –?

The thoughts eat away at him until he can’t wait for MC to make the move anymore. It slips out of him like some mating request written by Dr. Suess: “Would you –? Could you –? With an otaku? A gross, disgusting one, too?”

Levi is so visibly flustered that he doesn’t leave much room for ignorance. Even the most extreme masochist wouldn’t subject themselves to the furiously blushing, trembling state that Leviathan had worked himself into. He’d be on the brink of tears. All his hope in the world would be precariously perched on a ledge, awaiting your response.

I can’t see MC not knowing that Levi was attempting to seduce them, but perhaps the timing of it came as a surprise. Or perhaps they had never taken his affection seriously. He has so many favorites that he can’t pursue; just because he has a massive crush on MC doesn’t mean he had plans to act on it.

He will get even more embarrassed and down on himself to know that MC didn’t take him seriously at first. He understands, but that doesn’t make it any less hurtful.

He will require physical reassurance – as much of it as MC is willing to give him. And honestly, if MC doesn’t end up kissing him until he forgets how to think after his confession, he’ll probably hide in his room for a few weeks purely out of shame.

Satan

With an MC like this, the back-and-forth flirting goes on for an inordinate amount of time. Satan is not a flirt by any definition, but when there’s someone he likes, he knows how to turn on the charm. He’s smart, passionate, and mentally quick on his feet; he’s a natural charmer for the right audience.

Satan moves pretty slow when romance is concerned. If Levi wasn’t such a hopeless cause (affectionately), Satan would probably be the slowest to escalate a romantic relationship. He and MC will have a dozen dates under their belts before the desire for more had become an unbearable burden for Satan to silently ignore.

Eventually, Satan would find himself reading in his room with MC, unable to hold back anymore. He would ask, “Would you mind if I kissed you?” “No, I don’t mind if you want to.” “Could I kiss you now?” “Eh, sure.”

Everything up to that point could have been misread as platonic or some casual interest – maybe even curiosity on his end.

But he was serious, and it was evident in the way he approached MC to collect that kiss. He would straddle their hips, set their book aside (face down to mark the page like a real gentleman), and lean down for the kiss. Then, his lips would move against theirs, and the smallest sigh would escape him like a quiet release of sexual tension that had pressurized his entire body. Then, it would all click for MC.

Surprisingly, he wouldn’t be upset or humiliated if MC hadn’t taken him seriously before. In fact, he sees it as more of a personal failing, and in a low, seductive voice, he would tell them, “Allow me to prove how genuine and deep my feelings are for you.”

Asmodeus

He flirts with everyone, so how was MC supposed to know??

He asks them on dates so often. He’s probably the only one who could make out with MC and they’d still think, “yeah, we’re besties” because when Asmo pulls away with a giggle and a grin, telling them how much fun that was, it doesn’t feel serious.

It would take a moment of angst – either Asmo feeling like MC doesn’t take his advances seriously enough (and they don’t) or MC getting down on themselves – for them to realize.

Asmo would pull them into his room and leave small kisses all over them, peppering in compliments. “You’re so gorgeous, and I adore looking at your face.” Then, he would kiss their cheek. “You’re such a sweetheart.” Then, the other cheek. “I always have so much fun when I’m with you. I don’t ever want you to leave my side.” He would kiss their forehead. “I want you to feel confident; you’re such a wonderful soul.” (He would probably add more compliments if MC was feeling self-conscious.)

His words would get sweeter and more honest. “I feel seen in your eyes – like every part of me is accepted. I don’t have to play it up or try.” He would work his way down their neck with soft pecks to their skin. “I want to share everything beautiful in this world with you.” In part to avoid meeting their gaze. “I want to make you smile with everything I have.” And in part so he could whisper the words into their ear. “I want to help you whenever you need me. I’ll sit right next to you through any pain and hardships you encounter.” No one else had earned the right to hear his praise and affection. “I want to be a comfort for you – someone you can return to like a home.”

Finally, he would face them with a striking affection. “You know I’m in love with you, right? It’s not just lust and fun. You’re everything. You matter the most – after me, of course. It’s me and you and everything else.”

Asmo seduces everyone. That isn’t shocking. But this was more than seduction. It was genuine courtship. He won’t fault MC for being surprised. It caught him off guard too.

Beelzebub

Beel is not super flirty, but he makes it known that he cares through his actions. So, there aren’t many opportunities for MC to “yes, and” flirt back with him.

He asks them out to get food often and brings them snacks, but that doesn’t signal any romantic intentions. Sometimes he might stare at MC affectionately or admit how happy he is to spend time with them, but it’s nowhere near intense.

Sometimes, he asks for something more selfish. It starts small: petting his head, holding his hand, hugging him. None of those register as seduction from Beel for MC, especially compared to the affectionate nature of his twin. In fact, no one would fault MC for thinking these were platonic wants. After all, Beel has been through a lot. Sometimes this sweet, big baby boy just needs physical affection.

Then, he would get a bit bolder with his requests: “Could you feed me?” “Can I feed you?” “Would you hold me?”

As innocent and platonic as Beel may seem, he makes a lot of off-hand remarks that sound a bit perverted. “I bet MC’s lips would taste good.” “I wonder what you taste like.” “MC has nice hands. I bet they would feel good…” These comments could open the door for some flirting from MC, though. “Wanna taste me, Beel?” “Should I give you a massage? Or maybe something more?”

MC flirting with him would make his heart race. Even if MC didn’t follow through with their flirtatious offer, it would encourage Beel to keep pushing his luck.

Finally, he would ask, “Can I kiss you?”

Beel would look so shy and embarrassed, holding his hands awkwardly to his chest, that it would be hard not to take him seriously. The question – and his desire – would be a slight shock. Beel wouldn’t mind that MC was surprised, although he would be disappointed if he was turned down.

If MC takes him up on that offer, they will come to realize that his ravenous hunger showed itself through a kiss, too – as if he had been starving for MC’s touch and affection.

Belphegor

He’s so affectionate and cuddly. In that way, he’s similar to Asmo; it’s pretty hard to tell how serious and intense Belphie’s feelings are. He’s just kind of like that.

It’s common for Belphie to ask to be spoiled with affection – head pats, feeding him, hugging him, sleeping together, going out with him, praising him, holding his hand, being his pillow, etc.

His need for attention doesn’t cover up for how flushed his face gets when MC is the one to give him affection. His neediness doesn’t explain how much he clings to MC or how he blushes and tells them not to stop touching him.

So, actually, he’s less flirty than he is demanding of attention. Going along with his demands only encourages him to vocalize and act on more of his desires. He’d even ask permission to kiss them and to be kissed.

MC probably wouldn’t figure it out until Belphie starts sleepily trying to make out with them.

“Belphie, are you half-asleep?” “What? No. I’m awake. Why?” “That was a really heated kiss.” “Of course it was. Can we keep going?” “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t you like me back? We sleep together, go on dates, cuddle, and you even let me kiss your face and neck whenever I please. Don’t you want to go further?”

It hits them. Belphie can read the look of surprise on MC’s face, and it makes him pout. MC really should have known how he felt by then, but he’s confident that his affection is reciprocated before MC even responds.

“Sheesh. You’re really difficult, you know? I’ve had to do a lot of the work here because you’re so dense.” Belphie would straddle MC’s lap and take off his shirt. “I’ll let it go this time, but you better start putting in more effort from now on.”

A/N: Only about 1 hour left to vote in the poll. And we just got to 100 so y'all are getting 2 posts this month. Genuinely, I typed this a/n up, talking about only needing one more vote, checked it again, and the one vote is no longer needed. Good job, y'all. I swear if there are ties...

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[prettieinpink]

How do I stop procrastinating getting my life together. I'm not sure if you understand what I mean....as in how do I stop procrastinating getting out of my comfor zone to do better

GUIDE TO DEALING WITH PROCRASTINATION

Procrastination is delaying a task because of fear or anxiety about doing it. If you frequently procrastinate, it may result from your current mindset. In this post, I will discuss the reasons behind procrastination and how to overcome it by getting started.

AVOIDANCE MINDSET

If you’ve been in their comfort zone for quite a long time, you may be familiar with this term. An avoidance mindset is when we focus more on preventing possible negative consequences, rather than pursuing positive outcomes. This leads to procrastination, avoiding risks or challenges and generally staying in their comfort zones to avoid discomfort and failure.

This mindset usually stems from a fear that is holding you back which is keeping you ‘safe’, which is why we feel discomfort when trying new things. Fear of failure, wasting time, rejection and change are a few common ones.

Doing self-reflection or quizzes are the most efficient way to identify your fears if you haven’t already. Challenge negative beliefs that cause that fear to grow. 

The recommended way to shift your mindset from an avoidance one to a growth mindset is by focusing on the benefits that you’ll get from it. E.g.

‘Exercising is too hard’ -> ‘I’ll feel good about myself after’

‘Studying is boring’ -> ‘I’ll be proud of myself after achieving high grades’

‘Meeting new people is scary’ -> ‘I can’t wait to have a new friend’

PRODUCTIVITY WITH PROCRASTINATION

BREAK TASKS INTO SMALLER CHUNKS, and if it seems too difficult, do it over a week/fortnight. When tasks are smaller, they seem simpler and easier, so we don’t feel the need to delay them. For example...

Deep clean my room -> Wipe down all surfaces & put new bedding OR Monday I’ll wipe down surfaces, then Wednesday I’ll put new bedding. 

 MAKE THE TASK SPECIFIC. If the task is vague, it can seem too daunting to start because we have no idea how to start. For example, instead of saying studying for my science test, say do 3 rounds of science flashcards. We know exactly what to do, so it doesn’t give reason for us to delay it.

HAVE A ROUTINE. Having a consistent daily routine helps us to stay on track because our brains love routines and familiar activities, and it pushes us further because our brains will feel discomfort if that routine is not done. 

However, if you are someone who procrastinates, avoid micromanaging your day. It can seem way too overwhelming, but even if you do it, it can lead to being burnt out. 

KEEP ORGANISED. Being in an environment which is constantly cluttered, or having no way to remember everything that goes in your life, will make you have a cluttered mind, A cluttered mind will influence your actions to also be out of place.

DEVELOP A GROWTH MINDSET. I do have a post on this which is linked on my masterlist. The whole idea of a growth mindset is to embrace the idea that failure further improves us, instead of setting us back.

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[seraphimcollections]

gentle giant | konig x reader | ch.3

warnings: slight, VERY slight nsfw, little spicy

summary: you finally open up about the worries keeping you awake at night...and it goes as well as one could expect. In fact, better. (i did say this was a slow burn, right?)

Word count: 2.3k [._.]

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 |

a/n: I am...SO sorry. I've had this chapter in the works for weeks but when finals came I literally had no time to finish. But since finals are done, LET'S EFFING GOOOOOO!! anyway, hope you like this one! thank you!

A few days had passed from your fainting spell. You had woken up underneath your covers, completely naked. Immediately you were panicking, immediately trying to remember what happened the night before. There was paperwork, and then Konig escorted you to the showers and then… Safe to say Konig was terrified when you stomped up to him in the middle of the gym, finding his ear with expert precision through his hood. He was quick to explain the situation, Ghost surprisingly backing up his claims. Admittedly, you were more embarrassed than you've ever been in your life, quickly excusing yourself to your office to bury yourself in paperwork. When in reality, you wanted to throw yourself off a cliff. 

Little to say the next few days consisted of you burying yourself in paperwork, sometimes helping the odd private here and there, ultimately avoiding Konig as much as you could. Which was nearly impossible, seeing as the behemoth stood watch outside your door constantly. It was strange, you hardly ever saw the man move from his post even for food or water. Sometimes your gaze would lift up to his tall figure peeking out from around the door frame. You thought you’d seen his ash green eyes follow you a couple times, but his gaze was gone as quickly as it was there. You must have imagined it. 

The sun had begun to set when you finally finished the last page of paperwork. You let out a groan, sitting back in your chair, throwing your hands above your head to stretch, hearing a few pops from your spine. You let out another sigh, your gaze turning up to Konig who stood still at the door. The two of you hadn’t spoken since the gym, embarrassing not only him but yourself. The guilt began to weigh heavier than before, a frown coming upon your lips. You walk over to Konig whose back was still to you. You look up at him with a small nervous smile, gaining his attention. 

Konig looked shocked and apprehensive with you approaching him again, scared that you were going to yell at him again. Truth be told, you were tiny but you were terrifying. 

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” You said. 

“A-ah, no ma’am,” Konig responded. 

You frowned at his answer. You grabbed his arm, pulling him into the office. Konig was more than strong enough to pull away from him but he allowed you to guide you into the seat across from your desk. You reached for his shoulders, pushing him down to sit, his eyes never leaving you. You stepped away, slightly amused that he had listened to you. For once you stood taller than him as he sat his knees together. You finally released him, still holding your hands up as if to calm a cornered animal. 

“Stay, I’ll be back,” you said. 

With that, you left Konig alone. He craned his head to see around the door frame, thinking that this was maybe a prank.  But no, you weren’t hiding behind the door, he knew this by listening to your footsteps leave down the hall. Konig didn’t slouch, he stayed ready, prepared for what he was assuming he was supposed to wait for. His leg bounced with rising anxiety, his fingers fiddling. She said she’d be back, so…she’ll be back, any minute now, Konig told himself. 

A max of ten seconds passed before the worst of fears began to resurface. What if you went to tell Price that you wanted a new guard? Guard wasn’t the right word, protector? Bodyguard? No, these were all worse. Konig couldn’t stop himself from assuming the worst each second that ticked by until your voice cut through all the noise.

“Hope your hungry,” you said. 

Konig’s eyes whipped up to you, immediately finding your hands full of snacks. You looked down at the mix of junk food in your arms, looking over the foreign labels. 

“I don’t know which one you prefer, so I got everything the vending machine had,” you said. 

You stumbled over your words, feeling like a blushing schoolgirl. You were embarrassed, a feeling you’ve become more accompanied with in the last few days than your entire lifetime. You placed the snacks on the desk, plopping yourself in your chair, avoiding Konig’s piercing gaze. 

“You can have first pick,” you said, “I haven’t seen you move from your post all day, and I know you must be hungry so, please, just eat something.” 

Konig blinked in shock, trying to piece words together. Finding it easier to pick a snack, he picked up a bag of crisps, dwarfed in his big hand.

“T-thank you, doctor,” Konig said softly. 

“Maus,” you corrected with a frown. “Konig, I need you to listen to me.”

You had his full attention but the mere thought of that  made you even more nervous. Even so, you took in a steely breath to calm your nerves. 

“I haven’t known you for long, but I get the sense you’re a good person- god what am I saying? I mean to say-” 

“I accept your apology, Maus” Konig said. 

The depth of his voice made your mind turn blank, but you had the feeling you didn’t need them. You let out a shaky sigh, staring down into your bag of crisps with the sorrow you’ve kept buried deep for the past weeks. 

“I take it John didn’t really brief you why you have to babysit me, huh?” you murmured. 

Konig shook his head silently. You leaned on your desk, head hanging low. 

“I saw something, something I shouldn’t have seen…and now I’ve put everyone in danger, including you,” you said, unable to help the tears pooling in your eyes. “No one will say it but I know, I’ve fucked everything up. Laswell and Price have no idea where to go from here, because if they did, we’d be moved on by now. But we’re not, we’re stuck because of me.” 

“...Is that such a bad thing?” Konig said gently. 

Your eyes shot up to his, confused. He avoids your gaze but you could see how he carefully constructed his next words. 

“I, I know that the circumstances aren’t ideal, but…I am happy to have met you, Mauschen,” Konig said. 

Though you couldn’t see underneath his hood, his cheeks were tinged a strawberry red that reached up to his ears. You on the other hand couldn’t hide the dusted blush on your cheeks as you looked at him in shock. Konig’s eyes widened hearing your childish giggle. 

“Jetzt fühle ich mich wirklich wie ein Idiot. Ihr Partner muss glücklich sein, Sie zu haben,” you smiled. 

It was Konig’s turn to laugh now, “Es gibt niemanden, der so viel Pech hat.”

You quirked a brow, “really, no one?”

“Is it really that hard to believe?” Konig smiled underneath the hood. 

“Well, yeah actually,” you shrugged. 

Konig felt like he was in a furnace. He didn’t believe he could survive another one of your compliments. 

“What about you?” Konig spoke meekly. 

You sighed, “I had someone before I joined, but that didn’t really work out. ‘Creative differences’ was how they put it, but it was just them wanting to fuck my best friend.” 

“Did they?” Konig said in disbelief. 

You quirked a brow, “what do you think?” 

Konig scoffed and shook his head, finally opening his snacks.

“Arschloch,” Konig grumbled, earning a nod from you. 

A silence came over the two of you as you watched Konig lift his hood almost slowly as is ceremonial, revealing his chin and nose. You studied him like a moth to a flame, committing him to memory. His roman nose, the scar that ran over his full lips -- in fact, he had a good number of scars from what little you could see. Konig immediately noticed your stare and self-consciously began to hide again. Before he could, you reached across and stopped his hand, his wide eyes staring deep into yours. 

“Don’t, I’m sorry for staring,” you said gently. 

Your touch felt hot and cool on his skin and he yearned for more, but just as soon as it was there it wasn’t, you falling back into your chair. Your gaze never left him though, curiosity taking hold. 

“Ber, why do you wear your hood?” You finally ask. 

Konig gulped, having to finally face the question he’s heard a thousand times before. Each time he had different answers, ‘So no one can find me,’ ‘To scare the living shit out of the enemy,’ ‘To keep the bugs out’ -- all bullshit but it was easier to lie than to unpack everything.  Those before didn’t want to know, they wanted the easy answer, and that always seemed like the appropriate one. But now, that answer didn’t seem enough. 

“To be honest… You figured out the first time we met, Mauschen,”he said softly. 

You didn’t understand but you waited for Konig to continue, wishing him to have a safe space to speak his troubles. 

“I get…anxious? When people look at me, they only see me for my size. And when I’m out there, that’s what they’re betting on. They just see as some…monster,” he said barely above a whisper. 

Your gaze softened as you looked upon the poor man. You tossed your chips onto the table, having stopped nibbling on them a while ago, before standing to your feet. You walked around the desk, placing a hand on Konig’s shoulder. He looked up at you expectantly as you gestured your head toward the wall. You walked over, stopping before a wall-mounted mirror long enough to show the head and torso but nothing else. Konig approached you, hood falling back down, waiting for you to speak. 

You pointed to the mirror, “what do you see?” 

Konig took a moment before looking at himself and plainly replying, “I see me.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Ja, I know that, but what do you see?” 

Konig looked upon his reflection, searching for the answer to your question. You raised your hand to his hood, your gazes connecting as you waited for his consent. Finally, Konig gave a curt nod, lowering his head to allow access. As if in holy matrimony, you raised the veil over his helmet revealing his face. From this close, you could feel his breath bristle your eyelashes. You could see him now, fully in all his beauty. And he was seraphic. 

 You could see his emerald eyes clearly and the exhaustion held in them. His hair, a shocking auburn that matched his brows, his left brow interrupted by yet another scar. Scars littered his pale skin, some hiding underneath the beginning of stubble around his jaw. You could fully see the burning blush running over his cheeks now, no matter how desperately he wished to hide now. There were several adjectives that could be said, but none of them did him justice. 

You were completely lost in your disbelief that you hadn’t registered that your hand was ghosting over his cheek. Konig let out a hum, his hand enveloping yours as he leaned into your touch. 

“I don’t disgust you?” He asked. 

You smiled, “not even in the slightest.” 

Konig cast his gaze down in shame, “Maus, I’ve done things…I’m not proud of.” 

Your brow furrowed, “we both have, it comes with the territory. But that is not you.”

“Maus,” he whispered, leaning down to you. 

It happened quickly, his lips pressed gently against yours, as if holding them to flame. But he kept them there and you dared not move, your eyes falling closed. Konig didn’t push for more, his kiss innocent and sweet. Finally pulling from you, he took your face in his hands, staring down into your eyes with longing.

“Tell me to stop, and I will, Mauschen,” you could hear the straining restraint in the poor man’s voice. 

The right thing would have told him to stop, to put an end to something that would land the two of you in a load of trouble. That would’ve been the right thing…But fuck the right thing. You wanted to be selfish for once. You pulled Konig by his neck, capturing his lips once again, sealing in your answer. 

That was all Konig needed to have his hands on you, one hand on your waist, the over tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. He pulled you flush against him, desperate for more but fearful of seeming too desperate. But you weren’t a complete stranger to military time, AKA there being no time at all. You yanked on his vest, your lips ghosting over his. Your stomach sank seeing Konig shake his head. 

“Not like this, liebling… Wenn wir das machen ... möchte ich, dass es etwas Besonderes ist,” König said, his gaze looking for your approval.

Your gaze softened again, before nodding, “yes, I’d like that.” 

Konig wrapped his arms around your waist, “but this isn’t too bad, right?”

You giggled before kissing him again, Konig licking your lips, parting them. Konig grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The two of your desperation was thick in the air, but even still you could feel Konig holding back by how his hands didn’t leave the plush of your thighs. Your hands found purchase underneath his hood, tangling with his locks. He sighed before pulling away from your lips, his drowning gaze never leaving you. 

You began to feel embarrassed, the nasty feeling rising in your chest. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled, tearing your gaze away from his. 

Konig followed your’s, a small smile on his lips, “for what, Mauschen?” 

“I-I…we’re basically strangers…” you said, overthinking like you always do.

Konig hummed, a frown replacing his smile, “do you want to stop?” 

Your body was set ablaze in this question alone. Everything in you told you wanted this, wanted him. You were snapped out of your thoughts with his lips pressing lightly against your burning forehead. 

“We’ll take it slow then, Mauschen,” Konig smiled, “and once the mission in complete, I’ll take you to wherever you want. Your choice.” 

You grinned, “anywhere?” “Anywhere, liebling,” Konig smiled lovingly before leaning in to press a sweet kiss on your lips once more.

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Hey! Can you do something where Trevor Z is keeping you up all night and your tired and just snap at him?

exhausted - trevor zegras

hi anon! thanks for your request!

i have a lot of requests in my inbox right now, so it might take a little while to get them all done :(

also, sorry for not posting the last two days, i had a bad migraine!

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your day at work had been exhausting. even though you worked with the ducks as a trainer and saw familiar faces often, you still had a draining day. you had so many files to fill after past injuries and updates that you had rushed to get done to avoid working overtime. you just wanted to get home and rest.

your keys jingling in your apartment door relieved you, as you knew you finally were able to rest. as you walked in, you were greeted with silence. you remembered that trevor went out with the other team members to celebrate their win that occurred the same evening.

you set your keys on the counter and took your shoes off. the california weather was warm enough that you were wearing shorts and a plain shirt, which was comfy enough already, so you didn’t need to change. walking to the couch, you grabbed your favourite blanket and the tv remote. turning on netflix and watching whatever came on your feed, you planned on napping.

just as you were about to doze off, you heard loud voices which seemed to be trevor saying goodbye to his team. you sighed, knowing your nap was about to be taken away.

trevor normally had a lot of stories to tell after games. whether it be fights that occurred, amazing goals scored, memorable moves that were made, or anything that caught his eye in general. usually, you would love this. you loved how he always had stories to tell and that he never failed to make you smile with them. today, though, you were simply too tired to listen. you were too exhausted to function. you needed a break.

trying and hoping to fall back asleep, you felt a big dent in the couch appear. before you knew it, trevor was already excitedly rambling about the events in the game prior to this.

you really did not want to get frustrated or upset with him. you tried to acknowledge what he was saying, but the speed of his words and his movements, it was almost impossible.

“trev, honey, can you please stop for just a minute? im just too tired” “oh. yeah, sure”

later on, you still hadn’t napped yet, so you decided to go to bed. trevor came along with you, because it was starting to get late and he had morning skate. while getting ready to go to sleep, trevor constantly was singing and playing music. daily when you two would get ready for bed, you would sing along to songs, but today was not the case.

in bed, trevor would not stop moving. his legs kept wiggling against yours and his head was continuously moving around in the crook of your neck. he was so restless today, which did not work out in your favour. then, he started mumbling which just pushed you over the edge. you didn’t want to say something, but you had to.

“trevor! stop moving and humming. i’ve had a headache all day and you’ve only added to it! can you not stop just for today?” you yelled at him. “y-yeah. i’ll just go sleep on the couch. i’ll leave you alone.”

you knew you really had messed up when he left and brought his pillows with him. you didn’t know what to do. you knew the right thing to do was to bring him back here and apologize, but you really did need this sleep.

after an hour of tossing and turning, you needed trevor. you barely hesitated to get up and start softly walking out of your bedroom and to the living room.

seeing him on the couch, fast asleep, made guilt consume you. you yelled at him too much. he wasn’t doing anything that deserved that.

you softly brushed the locks that covered his face behind his ear. you gave him a kiss on his forehead and gently started to shake his shoulder. as his eyes fluttered open, he just looked at you. sadness evident in his eyes. “i’m so sorry, my love. i didn’t mean to lecture you like that. i’ve had a very hard day, and have barely had any sleep or rest all day. you didn’t do anything wrong. please come back to bed, i don’t like seeing you alone on this couch.” you apologized to him. he seemed to accept your request by silently following you. sleep was still coating trevor’s features as he got back into bed.

you felt the need to apologize again so you whispered to him “trevor, i truly am so so sorry, and i love you so much. now, how about you tell me about those hockey stories again?” after you said those last words his face lit up and he smiled.

after he started talking about the stories again, you hugged onto the side of his neck and chest as you continued to listen. those tales seemed to calm you, because sooner or later, you were right asleep next to trevor.

the two of you rarely snapped at each other. when you did, you both made sure that you always resolved it quickly and figured out the issue. you both helped each other deal with things. he cured your exhaustion most of the time.

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this was kind of repetitive, but i hope you all still enjoyed!

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[skyward-floored]

*shuffles in* the people wanted to see it, so I’m posting it. Here’s a scene from an oc Link story, the Hero of Sages. He’s got six sisters, in case you didn’t know.

This is before he’s a hero, but not too long before, maybe a few weeks? I’m also trying to figure out how old he is, maybe eleven or so... I’m still working things out. But have this scene in the meantime.

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“C’mon Berry, the cuccos need tending!”

Link frowned as his sister pushed a basket into his hands and began shoving him in the direction of the coop, bracing his feet and pinwheeling his arms as she pushed.

“But it’s your job to do the eggs,” he said, struggling against her hold, “and the cuccos hate me!”

“I’ve got to study,” Iris huffed, pointing towards the coop. “Grandpa says I need to focus more on history, and that means I don’t have time for chores right now. So cuccos. Go.”

“But I did them for you yesterday! And I already have to hang the laundry ‘cause Lily is busy!” Link protested, but Iris wasn’t swayed, turning away to head back to the house.

“Sorry Link, you’ll just have to do both. I’ll make it up to you later!” she called behind her as she jogged away, and Link drooped.

Their grandfather had always worked on studies with his sisters, but in the past week, he’d been practically obsessive about it, constantly pulling them away to have them listen to him lecture or read or whatever it was they always did. It seemed like they did practically nothing but study lately.

Leaving Link alone to do all the chores.

Link sighed and dragged his feet as he walked to the cucco coop, looking at the birds with a nervous frown. The cuccos had never liked him, and he usually avoided their coop like the plague.

Which is why this is usually Iris’s job, not mine!

Link swallowed, and edged his way inside the coop, stepping around the birds as he tossed food on the ground. He quickly collected their eggs while the birds were distracted, only having to suffer a few pecks from the stubborn remaining few.

He’d almost finished gathering them all when he accidentally stepped backwards, right onto a cucco’s foot. The bird shrieked in anger and leapt at his face, and Link spent the next several minutes yelling as he tried not to get clawed to bits by the entire flock of swarming birds.

He finally managed to escape the coop, slamming the door behind him and panting as he clutched the basket of eggs to his chest.

“Whew...” he gasped, then jumped as a cucco made a hissing sound behind him.

Link stuck his tongue out at it, then winced as the motion made his face ache. He wiped at his cheek, frowning at the blood on his hand, then sighed as he remembered one of the bigger birds had slashed him with one of its claws. Not to mention all the smaller scratches the birds had left on his hands.

Great.

Link dropped his now-bloody hand, and walked up to the house to drop off the eggs, steps heavy. He could faintly hear his Grandfather talking in the other room when he set the eggs down, but didn’t linger, turning around and walking back out of the house.

He certainly wasn’t going to get any help here.

Link pushed their gate open and headed down the hill and into the village proper, cheek stinging with every step. He would have been grumpy enough without the scratch, but every throb was a reminder of the repeated busyness of his sisters. It seemed like he’d barely seen any of them the past week, and the multiplying chores were only adding to his grief.

“This is all that dumb monster’s fault,” Link grumbled to himself, hiding his cheek as he nodded hello to some of his neighbors.

He headed straight for the general store near the village entrance, brushing off stray feathers from his clothes as he went. Nobody much was really around at the moment, which Link was immensely grateful for, since he didn’t want anyone to come out and start fussing over him, and doubtlessly laugh at his unfortunate cucco injury.

The way this week is going, that would be about right, he thought with a sigh.

Link finally reached the store, and paused to look up at the sign like he always did, eyes trailing over the colors one of his sisters had helped paint. Then he walked inside, the door jingling, and saw his oldest sister sitting at the counter, marking something in a book.

“Del?” Link asked, and she looked up, immediately zeroing in on the blood on his cheek.

“Oh Berry, did the cuccos get you again?” she asked in a slightly exasperated voice, and Link nodded as she hurriedly stood up and came around the counter. Del tilted his cheek up, studying the scratch with a worried frown, then went back behind the counter, gesturing Link to a stool. “Those birds just have it out for you, don’t they?”

“They never peck Iris,” Link grumbled, still a bit annoyed at his other sister.

Del sighed, and pulled her own stool up beside his, pouring something on a cloth and reaching out to clean his face and hands. It especially stung on his cheek, but Link held still while his sister cleaned the cuts, her motions quick and practiced. Del then put a bandage on his cheek, and smoothed it out, making sure it would stay.

“There you go. All done,” Del smiled at him as she leaned back, and gave his unhurt cheek a pat. “They should heal pretty quick, even the one on your cheek isn’t too deep. Just don’t mess with it.”

“Thanks Del,” Link said quietly. She sighed again, looking him over.

“Been a hard week, hasn’t it?” she said, brushing some stray dust off of her apron.

“Ever since Pip came through yelling about that monster he saw, Grandpa keeps making you guys do nothing but study,” Link moped, his annoyance suddenly sharpening. “And Iris keeps dumping her chores on me and Poppy keeps being all snappy and Coriander didn’t even want to hear about the kittens I found yesterday!”

Link slumped in his seat, flicking dirt off his boots.

“All this for one dumb monster,” he mumbled.

Del’s face creased for a moment, but it didn’t last long, and she gave Link’s hair a ruffle.

“Monsters are dangerous,” she chided, pulling a stray feather from his hair. “And there’s rarely just one. Pip got lucky.”

“I know, I know,” Link grumbled.

Del gave him a little smile. “Hey. I know you’re getting frustrated Link, but Grandfather will ease off on our studies soon. He’s just... worried. He wants us to be prepared.”

“How will you guys studying help with that?” Link asked with a frown.

Del hummed, and Link saw something weird in her eyes again. “It’s always good to be prepared, Link.”

Link sighed, and Del ran a hand over his head again, her face thoughtful.

“I think what you need is a pick-me-up,” she decided, and turned back towards the counter, blue skirt swishing. “Be right back.”

She walked off into the back room, and Link rested his unhurt cheek on his hand, idly kicking his feet as he looked around the store. He’d been spending a lot of time in here lately when he wasn’t doing chores, since Del was the only one of his sisters who wasn’t studying like crazy. That was only because she worked here and earned money they needed though, and she still had to study. Just not as much as his other sisters.

Link suddenly wondered if he could convince them to get jobs too.

The bell on the door jingled, and Link looked up to see a sandy-haired man walk in, face hopeful as he looked around.

“Hi Russ,” Link said, and the young man looked over at him, eyes catching on the bandage on his cheek.

“Cuccos get you again, Link?” he said with a sympathetic look, and Link nodded glumly. “Sorry to hear that. You’ll get the better of those birds someday, I bet. So uh, is Mr. M in, or is Del working today?” he asked casually, and Link held himself back from grinning.

“She’s in the back room,” he reported, and Russ nodded, surreptitiously smoothing his hair down.

Link muffled his laugh. One bright side of spending lots of time in the store meant that he got to see Russ pretend he had a real reason for coming in every day. Aside from seeing Del, that is.

“You know Russ, you could just ask her to marry you,” Link said mildly, and Russ choked, dropping the apple he’d picked up to inspect. He hurriedly retrieves it and set it back on the stand, throat bobbing as he cleared it.

“W-well, I uh—”

“Russ?”

Russ quickly turned back to the counter at the voice, smiling as Del came back out of the storage room. “Hey, Del! How’s the store been?”

“About the same as yesterday when you asked me the same question,” Del said with a knowing smile. “What is it you need today, Russ? More sugar? New belt? Don’t tell me your boots wore out again.”

“No, they’re great. I just need some flour,” Russ said, casually putting his hands in his pockets.

“Again, huh?” Del asked with a raised eyebrow, and a twinkle in her eye. “That’s the second time this week, Russ. You and your pa must be eating an awful lot of pancakes.”

Russ laughed a little loudly. “Yeah, we uh... yep.”

Link couldn’t hide his snort that time, and Russ gave him a look. Del looked over at him as well, her eyes still twinkling, and she abandoned Russ for a moment to walk over to Link.

“Here,” Del said, and handed him a small container. “Consider yourself picked up.”

Link took it curiously, and pulled the lid off, gasping as he saw the dark, shiny contents.

“Blackberries?!” he gaped, and Del smiled, nodding. “But they’re not even growing yet! How’d you get them?!”

“A trader came through with some the other day, he said they grow faster where he’s from. I think he used magic,” Del said in a lower voice, “...but that’s just me. You can take the whole container.”

“Thanks Del!” Link grinned, and his older sister ruffled his hair again.

“Anything for you, Berry. Now go finish those chores, I’ll be back home later,” she said with a shooing motion, and Link nodded.

He hopped off his stool, and after saying goodbye to her and Russ, wandered out of the store, popping a berry into his mouth. The equally tart and sweet flavor burst in his mouth, and he couldn’t stop from skipping a little as he began to walk back home. With the flavor of his favorite berry in his mouth, he was suddenly feeling much more optimistic.

Del was right. Grandpa would calm down and ease off his sisters with their studies soon, and things would go back to normal.

Link smiled as he popped another berry in his mouth, having no clue just how wrong he was.

#*shuffles awkwardly away* #legend of Zelda #fic #legend of Zelda au #legend of Zelda oc #loz oc #mild blood #hero of sages #writing from the floor #Del is short for Delphinium #but literally no one calls her that #except her siblings when they’re being annoying #poor Link is getting lonely #but his grandpa just wants his sisters to be ready in case they’re needed #...which boy will they be #oh and pip is just a kid in the village. short for pipit #apparently there’s a guy in botw named Russ which I didn’t realize until after I’d named him #but uh. yeah. I think that’s it. #thanks for reading if you bothered 👍

[porcalinecunt]

𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

✟ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈, 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈, 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

✟ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𓂅 ✧ tokyo revengers boys kissing their boyfriend for the first time + finding out they like boys

𝐜𝐰 — some suggestive themes. biting (kokonoi!). more tooth rotting fluff.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ yup, more gay hc’s bc im gay and i do what i want on this acc AHA— but anyways, yall wanted a pt 2 thanks to the poll i posted a long while ago. sorry for the delay, life got busy and i’ll probably have slower updates for now. enjoy! 🤍

𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀

gay panic

poor baby is weak around pretty boys!

always had eyes on you ever since you accidentally bumped into him trying to find the bathroom.

you were a good friend of yuzuha, so it’s no surprise you’d see hakkai a lot.

every time she’d invite you over to study, hakkai would have to lock himself in his room. so you wouldn’t see his beat red face.

despite that, you curiosity got the better of you.

you’d start to pay more attention to the blue haired boy, looking his way and smiling at him innocently.

you cannot lie, you love the way he practically melt when you look at him. hiding his face to avoid embarrassment, but only drawing you closer.

the gap between you two would close however, when one night, yuzuha would run out to grab some snacks. it was only you and hakkai sitting the the living room.

despite the effort, you two couldn’t ignore one another forever. one thing lead to another, and suddenly, you were talking to him.

maybe the topic of crushes comes up? to your surprise, hakkai revealed that he never had a romantic partner. sure, he did have a few crushes, mitsuya being one of them. however, he could never muster up the courage to say anything.

the both of you knew what the other was trying to say, there was no point in hiding it anymore. not with hakkai’s pink cheeks and your flushed face.

“you like me, don’t you?” you’d asked an already flustered hakkai.

there’s was no point in denying it anymore, he could only utter the word “yes.”

moving your face closer to his, you hear his breath hitch and his cheeks grow beat red. awaiting your lips to make contact with his.

it wasn’t anything intense, a quick peck that becomes a smooch when you grabbed his face and presses it closer to yours. his face was hot against your hands.

it only lasted a couple seconds, before you pulled away, meeting a flustered hakkai.

“c-can you do that again?”

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

absolute heartthrob!

it’s no surprise that a couple guys would end up crushing hard on him, including you.

after passing by his club a couple times, you couldn’t help but peer in. curious to see why mitsuya was so popular with the girls. safe to say, you got your answer.

you also decided to join the club, despite you never touching a sewing machine in your life.

despite constantly pricking your fingers, messing up a couple threads, mitsuya never once lost patience with you.

your heart flutters every time mitsuya speaks with you, whether he helps you with the sewing machine or small talk, hearing his voice only made you fall deeper in love with him.

so it's no surprise when one afternoon, you decided to shoot your shot at the club leader.

it was only you and him alone in the clubroom, since you stayed over to help him clean up.

however, as the time to leave inches closer and closer, you still couldn't spit it out. your mind became a train of thoughts that discouraged you from confessing.

you feared the thousands of possibilities of your confession going wrong, maybe he isn't into guys? does he only see you as a friend?

just when mitsuya was about to leave, you quickly stopped him before he could walk through the door.

impulsively, and messily, you finally told him the truth through stutters and shake hands. your face grew hotter and hotter from embarrassment.

shutting your eyes, you braced yourself for the rejection, when you felt a soft hand touch yours. looking up, you practically jumped when mitsuya's was near yours.

you froze when his lips touched yours, it was gentle and sweet. the taste of berry chapstick kissed your tongue, as you loose yourself to him.

pulling away, you could barely look at him in the eye. this is not how you'd get your answer, then again, you weren't complaining.

"wanna walk home with me, love?"

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

my favorite bisexual ♥

you didn't pull him, he pulled you!

a couple of flirtatious remarks and even more flirtatious texts was enough to sweep you off your feet and into his arms.

but even then, you have yet to give him your first kiss.

it's a bit laughable, but poor you couldn't even look at koko without getting ridiculously flustered.

however, koko enjoyed having such a shy boyfriend.

as much as you try, he knows you'll never initiate a kiss. no matter how much you claim to or would want to "prove it", Koko can already imagined you melting into a puddle.

your first kiss with him would be a surprise.

the both of you are on one of your typical dated, ending with a simple walk through the park.

while he was talking, you were barely listening on what he was saying as you kept staring at his lips. the urge to just give them a quick peck almost took over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“hey, are you even listening?”

koko snapped you out of your trance, now his whole body is facing yours.

gazing into those eyes of his made you want to scream, trying to find a way to break it without it getting awkward.

“why the red face? i know you wanna kiss me love.”

your heart was pounding at this point. he was right, you did want to steal a kiss from him. but how could you?

cold fingertips touched your warm cheeks, which only got hotter as he rested his palms on them. your mind was running in circles at that point. the only thing you could do is shut your eyes as your boyfriend finally did the very thing you couldn't do.

what you didn't expect was a a bite to the earlobe, forcing a yelp out of you and clinging onto his shoulders.

beyond flustered to even look at him, he could only laugh at your reaction. something he both expected and enjoyed.

"what's the matter? shy?"

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

scary boyfriend who loves you!

despite all your doubts, you somehow managed to score a date with inui. boy oh boy, did that man flick a switch in you.

similar to kokonoi, you have yet to steal your first kiss with him despite dating for a good two years now.

only difference is, inui is the shy one!

attempts to kiss him ends with his hand over your lips, all while he tries to hide his flustered face and reddened cheeks.

of course, that never stopped you. it surely didn’t on the night of a certain date.

sitting in the car after spending the evening at a diner, you two were just talking, occasionally staring into one another before one of you got too shy.

suddenly an idea came over your head.

maybe you two are doing a at home date, snuggling and watching a movie. inui loves physical affection, so it’s natural for him to be a cuddle bug!

at one point, you snuggle extra close to him. maybe plant a little kiss on his shoulder.

he notices, a pink hue begins to form on his cheeks. you would keep going, kissing his shoulder up to his cheek. till he turned his head around, and you stole the opportunity.

the kiss was sudden, until inui succumbed to it.

it was slow and passionate, with you resting your hands on his shoulders to calm his tense nerves.

pulling away, inui was more flustered then before. however, he cracked a small smile before looking down at your hands that were now holding his.

“that was…better then i could imagine. 🤍”

#—toni. 🧺 ࣪˖ 𓂃 . ࣪ #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tr hcs #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers fluff #x male y/n #x male reader #male reader #hakkai shiba #mitsuya takashi #kokonoi hajime #inui seishu #tokyo revengers hakkai #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo revengers kokonoi #tokyo revengers inui #tokrev hakkai #tr mitsuya #inui x reader #kokonoi x reader #mitsuya x reader #hakkai x reader

[amysteryspot]

Milk and toast and Honey | B.B.

Summary: Reader tries to recover from being left by Jake and ends up finding solace in one of his friends without even knowing it.

Warnings: mentions of unrequited love and heartbreak, angst to fluff, a little bit of jealous Jake, Bradley being the best boyfriend, misunderstandings, implied sex (not explict), past Jake x Reader, military innacurancies, post Top Gun: Maverick.

Word Count: 6.5K

A/N: I come back to you with the sequel nobody asked for, but @wherethewildfanlives inspired. The title is a song by Roxette and is where the new nickname for the reader came from. It also inspires a little bit of Readers relationship with Bradley.

Part I - We're Not Lovers | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Masterlist | Jake "Hangman" Seresin Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Follow my writing in @mysteryslibrary

The process of falling out of love with Jake was hard. It wasn’t like he had done anything wrong, he just kept his side of the promise you two made to each other, so it was impossible to hate him even though you wanted to.

For months you pretended like everything was normal. It wasn’t that hard of a task, your friends barely knew Jake. He was just the guy that constantly snatched you away for the night and that disappeared the next day. Everything seemed okay until your best friend announced she was getting married and you broke down.

She sat there with you for half an hour without understanding what had just happened and then you told her everything. Her first reaction was getting angry at Jake, which you understood because it would be your reaction too if the roles were reversed. In the end, she decided that the popular saying was going to be the solution to your problem: get over someone by getting under someone else.

And that’s how you ended up in a bar, against your will, to try and get your head over the one who broke your heart. You sat there, uncomfortably, bouncing your leg as a way to try and avoid your nerves.

“Just try and relax,” your friend said. “If you want to go back home I won’t force you to stay.”

You thought for a moment. Going back home didn’t sound any better than staying at the bar.

“No,” you said, “I’ll stay for a little bit.”

“That’s my girl,” she smiled, waving at the bartender to get you both some drinks.

The two of you got a table, and, after a while, she left for a minute to get a refill. You got distracted by the city lights outside the window and only noticed that she had arrived when she was already standing there next to you, smiling like the cat who got the cream. Then you looked at the guy standing next to her and understood everything.

“I just met Bradley at the bar, he’s friends with Thomas. I thought he could make you some company since I’m heading home.”

You were sure that the look you gave her could kill, and so did the guy standing next to her that was trying his best not to laugh. He was handsome in a very different way, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a mustache that not every man could pull off.

“He’s a naval aviator,” she added and your blood turned cold.

The man—Bradley—seemed to notice your discomfort, but before you could get a word in, she kissed your cheek and bid you both goodbye.

He made no mode to sit down and you swallowed hard.

“If you’re not comfortable I can leave…”

“No, it’s not you, is…”

“A little soon for the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ conversation, ain’t it?”

That made you laugh, and Bradley seemed satisfied with himself, a smile appearing on his lips. He was even more handsome like that.

“In her defense, I asked about you first.”

That caught you off guard. It’s been a while since you’ve received male attention, you noticed. Since you and Jake started to fool around you had practically ignored any other man that tried to talk to you. A mistake you weren’t committing again, you decided.

“Do you mind?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“No, I don’t mind,” you said, observing as he placed his beer on the table and sat down in front of you.

“I can ignore how you froze when she said I was a naval aviator. Do you have a problem with the Navy?” Bradley asked.

“Not exactly, I just…” You pondered for a minute, trying to decide if you were really going to pour out your heart to a complete stranger. Maybe that would be easier than talking with your friends. At least he would have a clear point of view. “I had a brief… thing, with a naval aviator.”

“A thing?” He raised a brow.

“What we had couldn’t be called a relationship.” You confessed.

“Ah, friends with benefits then.”

Jake’s words flashed in your mind.

“We were just strangers.”

Bradley nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

“It didn’t end well, I assume.”

“We ended on good terms…”

He interrupted, “But you wanted more.”

You nodded. “But I wanted more.”

“His loss, then,” Bradley said, leaning his elbows into the table to take a closer look at you.

“Is it?” You asked, expecting a cheap pickup line.

“No man is an island,” he said. “Fear of commitment will only come to bite you in the end.”

You stared at him for a moment, caught off guard again.

“Are you talking from experience?”

“Yeah, I am.” He confirmed. “With the job we have, letting yourself be afraid to have a relationship of any kind because you never know how much time you will have with them is the easiest way, but it is also lonely. After a while, you get tired of it and sometimes it is too late to go back.”

“It’s a tough way to live.”

“It was the only thing I knew until I realized that nobody is certain that they will be here tomorrow and that loving my friends and my family was better than being on my own.”

“A wise decision.” You complimented.

“Thanks, I guess.” He smiled. “But tell me your story. If you don’t want a date, I can at least be your ear for the night.”

And so you told him everything. From the day you met Jake until the day you let him go. And Bradley listened intently.

“Wow, this is…

“Sad,” you interrupted.

“I was gonna say fucked up, but sad works too.” You let out a little laugh at that. “He just left? Didn’t even try to convince you otherwise or even talk about your relationship?”

“No, but I think he just didn’t want me to hurt anymore.”

“But you’re still here hurting anyway.”

“It wasn’t his responsibility to take care of me, we didn’t have a relationship.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll have to disagree on that…” He stopped once he saw you flinch. “What is it?”

“Just… You called me sweetheart.”

“I had to call you something since I still don’t know your name.”

You thought for a minute. It would be easier to just give him your name. He probably wasn’t a psychopath if he was friends with Thomas, but you wanted to see where this was going first.

“Anything but sweets or sweetheart.”

“Okay, what about honey?”

You smiled shyly. “Ok.”

“So, you have to let me disagree with you, honey, but yeah, you two were in a relationship.”

You swallowed hard, never having thought about it that way. When Jake and you were seeing each other it was better to just ignore it, anyway. You didn’t want to get your hopes up for something that could never happen.

“Can we change the subject?” You asked after a minute.

“Do you want to know the time I totally made a fool of myself at the Academy?” Bradley was quick to offer, with a playful smile on his lips.

You just nodded, and he started to tell you his story, making you smile and laugh more than you expected to. The two of you ended up staying at the bar until the owner kicked you two out. Then Bradley insisted on accompanying you to your home. Despite your better judgment you agreed.

He had a blue Bronco that was easy to miss in the parking lot (even though it was practically empty, the car just stood out just like its owner). Bradley opened the door for you, helping you in, and then got in himself, asking you for directions.

When he parked in front of your building you were a little disappointed if you were completely honest with yourself. You had a good time with Bradley, better than you had in a long time, and you didn’t want it to end. He must have caught your frown and took the opportunity as an invitation to ask to see you again.

“I know you’re close to romantic relationships right now, but nothing forbids us to be friends,” Bradley said, looking at you expectantly. After what seemed like a minute too long for him, you said

“Yeah, I would like that.”

His smile was worth the shot.

Much to your best friend’s surprise, you did stay in touch with Bradley. He called you for coffee the day after you two met. And then you two set up another meeting at the bar for the next week. Not to mention that you kept messaging each other back and forth.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Mary confessed, and you looked up from your cell phone still with a dumb smile on your face from something that Bradley had said.

“Hum?”

“You and Bradley,” she explained. “I wasn’t expecting that you two would get along so well.”

“I… He is…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” She interrupted. “I’m just happy that you have somebody that makes you happy after everything that happened.”

“It’s not like that, he’s just a friend.”

“Better yet. We don’t have to worry about all the drama you’ve gone through the last time.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “He’s just easy to be around, you know.” You confessed. “I missed that.”

“You deserve an easy love,” She said, but you noticed Mary didn’t elaborate.

Before you could dwell too much over it, your intercom rang.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Mary asked and you frowned.

“No.” Getting up from the couch, you quickly walked to answer it.

“I’m sorry to bother you, miss, but there is someone here at the door with a package for you.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a minute.” You said hanging up. “There’s someone with a package at the door.”

You commented a little surprised still.

“Strange,” Mary said and you nodded, agreeing with her. “Did you order something?”

“No, but I’ll be back in a minute.” You said, putting on some shoes and then getting out the door. Once you arrived at the main hall you immediately saw a guy with a giant bouquet waiting beside the doorman.

“That’s her,” you heard the doorman say and the guy walked up to you, saying your name.

“Yes, that’s me.” You answered, confused.

“Can you sign there for me, please?” He asked, pointing to the place where you had to sign. You did it, giving him the pen back. “Here you go.” He then said, giving you the bouquet.

“Thank you,” you stuttered, taken aback by the surprise, returning to your apartment with a shocked expression.

“Oh my God, please tell me it wasn’t that asshole that sent you these.” Mary got up from the couch coming to meet you as soon as you stepped foot into the living room.

“No, I… Jake wouldn’t do this.”

She snatched the white card from the middle of the flowers.

“But Bradley would.” Mary teased, turning the card around so you could see Bradley’s name in it.

Snatching the card back from her you shoved the flowers into her arms and proceeded to read it while she took care of the bouquet.

Wasn’t sure which flower you liked the most, so I asked for a few in hopes that at least one gets your attention. I hope you have a good day.

You smiled and Mary was quick to tease you.

“What did he say?”

Giving her the card you walked to the table where she had placed the vase of flowers. They were beautiful and in the middle of all the colors was one of your favorite flowers.

“Sweet,” she said. LNever thought that a guy like him could be like that.”

“A guy like him?”

“Common, have you looked at him?” She asked you, surprised by your question. “I’m sure half the people in that bar that night wanted him.” Mary seemed to think for a second and then added, “Or more.”

“Why would he do that though?” You asked, more to yourself than her.

“Did that asshole make you feel so bad like you didn’t deserve affection?” She asked in anger. “People love you and want to see you happy. Bradley did what he thought would make you smile like he always does when he’s around. God, we used to send flowers to each other.”

“We should go back to that.”

“We should, but that’s not my point.” She reprimanded. “Even if the both of you want to stay just friends, he seems like a good guy to have around. Bradley certainly cares for you or he wouldn’t do all these little things like, sending you flowers or picking you up to have lunch with him in the park, or watching chick flicks with you. He wants to see you happy, is that so hard to understand?”

“I…” You didn’t know how to answer her. Did Jake play a part in your life in such a way that now you believed you were unlovable? You never thought about it this way, but now that Mary had pointed it out a curtain seemed to open in front of your eyes.

“I just…”

“Do you want my opinion?” She asked, interrupting you. “You’re falling for Bradley and you’re having a hard time believing it.”

“I’m not falling for him!” You exclaimed.

“Yes, you are.” She insisted. “It’s been months, babe. You can allow yourself to heal.”

“I…” You fought the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

“Come here.” She said, pulling you into a hug.

Deep down you knew she was right. You felt something different for Bradley. Something that wasn’t love yet, but it wasn’t just friendship and you didn’t know what to do with that.

After what Mary said you started to try and notice some things. Bradley was slowly but steadily breaking down all the walls you build around your heart.

He was so sweet and caring that it was hard not to feel anything when he was around.

And then came the first blow.

“I’m going on a deployment.” The information for you in surprise. You were sitting down on the floor of your living room eating and watching some tv.

“You’re… where?”

“Europe, they don’t have a place settled just yet, probably Spain.”

“I…”

“I would stay if I could.” He reassured you. “God, I really don’t want to leave you.”

“How much time?” You asked, still too shocked to think straight.

“Six months.” That made your stomach drop to her knees. “But they can extend it.” He watched you, making a move to take your hand.

“God, Brad, will you take care of yourself?” You pleaded.

“Anything for you, Honey.” He promised, pulling you into a hug. You ended up on his lap with his arms around you and you never felt so torn.

The both of you tried to ignore it for the next week, but it was difficult to overlook that it was hovering over you every time you saw each other.

“Stop thinking about it.” He reprimanded as you two were having a picnic in the park.

Bradley had surprised you, appearing at your door with a picnic basket saying that he would wish you away for the afternoon. Mary was there and giggled at the gesture, making a quick exit so you two could be alone, even though Bradley had extended the invitation to her.

You two ended up in the middle of the park, in the middle of the grass we’re some families were enjoying the day.

More than once Bradley had to throw a ball to a kid, and he didn’t seem to mind, rather enjoying it, which made you smile dumbly.

“Think about what?” You tried to redirect.

“You know about what.” He said, giving you a knowing look.

“Don’t don’t do that.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re worrying too much.”

“I can’t just not worry, Bradley.” You sighed.

“I’m not saying you can’t worry, I’m just saying that you can leave aside for a moment and enjoy the time we have together.”

You shook your head to focus. “I’m sorry. I just… this is new.”

“I know.” He said, taking your hand in his. “And I’m sorry for putting you through it.”

He looked guilty and you squeezed his hand to reassure him.”

“If that’s the price I’m paying to have you, I’m willing to go through it.”

He gave you a half smile that you reciprocated, and you two continued to eat in comfortable silence.

Bradley invited you to go to base with him to say goodbye. You were a ball of nerves, not having been able to sleep the previous night. You tried to make yourself look alright but you’re sure you looked a mess.

“A beautiful mess,” he said, smiling at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Don’t make me laugh.”

“But the sound of your laugh is one of my favorite sounds, don’t know how I’ll go six months without it.”

That made your heart melt and you didn’t know how to respond to that.

An officer called his name and you couldn’t fight the tears from falling from your eyes anymore.

“Oh, no, Honey, don’t cry for me.”

“Just… please take care of yourself.” You pleaded, brushing off a speck of inexistent dust from his flight suit.

“Anything for you, Honey.” He said, embracing you tightly.

When you separated, before you could overthink it, you leaned in and kissed him. It was a chaste kiss but it was enough to make your heart race.

“God, fuck, Honey, you know how to make a man want to stay.” He rested his forehead against yours for a second before leaning in and kissing you again, deeper this time, as two lovers would.

“Just come back safe.” You asked him, reveling in being in his arms.

“I’ll come back for you,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips as the officer called his name again.

You watched him go, chest heavy with the anxiety of not knowing where what just happened left you two. And you could do nothing but wait.

Exchanging emails back and forth was your way of keeping the feeling of missing each other at bay. When he had access to a phone he would call you and you two would talk for as much time as you could, but neither of you mentioned anything about the kiss at the base.

Slowly you started to go out more with your friends and alone. Mary helped you through it and you were a little bit surprised at how everyone had missed seeing you around. Things were good with your job too, so you had nothing to worry about except for Bradley.

You missed him terribly, not having noticed how intertwined in your life he was. At least once a week you two would get coffee together in the mornings, and there was the occasional lunch here and there, but the last few weeks he was home, Bradley stayed more at your apartment than his own.

Even when he was not there, Bradley always made a point of still being present, either sending you little gifts or leaving notes around your home, doing little tasks you didn’t even ask to. Your lives were deeply connected and you didn’t even notice it happening.

Your world seemed to come tumbling down on a fateful night that you decided to come to a Navy Bar near the beach called the Hard Deck. Bradley had told you about it and you weren’t even sure what you went looking for there that night, but it certainly wasn’t seeing, through the window, Bradley sitting at the piano, playing and singing happily with his friends, you assumed, around him.

Feeling your heart sinking, you were quick to turn your back on the bar, taking your leave before any tears could fall from your eyes. Then you heard someone calling your name.

You quicken your pace but he was faster than you.

“Honey,” he calls after you. “Wait!”

Gripping your arm lightly, he forces you to turn back and look at him. At this point, it is too late to pretend you weren’t crying and you recognize the guilt in his eyes.

“This is not a good time, Bradshaw.”

“You never call me Bradshaw.” He says, sadly.

“Maybe I should start.”

“Honey, I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t owe me anything.” You say, trying to detach yourself from him, but he only pulls you closer.

“Yes, I do.” He insists. “And I’m sorry for hurting you in any way, it wasn’t my intention.”

You could do little but nod. The two of you weren’t official, for all it was worth, you were just friends and friends didn’t owe each other all the little details of your life.

“When did you come back?” You asked, sniffling.

“Yesterday.”

You repeat it under your breath and Bradley cuts you out before you can continue. “I was going to call you, but thought that it would be better to surprise you.”

“Consider myself surprised.” You scoffed.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was going to go to your house tomorrow, a bouquet of flowers in hand, asking you to come to the Hard Deck with me and meet my friends as my girl.”

Your brain short-circuited at the words “my girl”. He wanted you to be his girl. Bradley wanted a relationship with you. Since Jake, you thought that it would be impossible for you to want a relationship with anyone else, but you found out you were wrong.

You wanted Bradley. All of his mornings and all of his nights. The months he would be at home, cooking and cleaning with you, and the months he would be deployed, sending you emails and flowers from the other side of the ocean.

“Don’t try to play me…”

“I’m not,” he assured you. “I swear. You can ask, Nat. She’ll tell you how much I took her ear off talking about you during these past few months.”

“Who is Nat?”

“Phoenix.”

That name was familiar. You knew most of Bradley’s squadron by what they would call “callsigns”. You knew how good Phoenix was in fighting for her own place and how good of a pilot she was, how Bob seemed to blend into any place and was actually really sweet, how Payback and Fanboy were funny together, how Coyote was loyal and how Hangman left everyone out to dry until he didn’t.

You’ve never seen these people but it was as if you knew them. They were a good part of Bradley’s life and he was part of yours. It was impossible not to get things mixed.

“Can you forgive me?” He asked, hands resting on your hips and squeezing them lightly.

Pondering for a moment, you sighed and then brushed your nose against his.

“Just take me home, Lieutenant.”

His smile was bright as he said, “Yes, ma’am.”

That was the first night you spent at his apartment, a mess of limbs tangled in his sheets. But you would soon learn that Bradley being home wasn’t the only surprise you were going to have.

Bradley woke up before you the next day, and when you finally stirred awake you smelt coffee in the air, so you assumed he was making breakfast. You dressed before heading to the kitchen, but something caught your eye. There was a panel with photos hanging on the wall and curiosity got the best of you, so you walked a few steps to it, smiling as you saw glimpses of Bradley’s life. Until you spotted something that made you freeze.

Extending your hand to take the photograph from the panel, your eyes focused on the man beside Bradley.

Jake.

You almost jumped at the feeling of two strong arms sneaking around your waist.

“Good morning, Honey,” Bradley murmured against the skin of your neck, voice raspy from sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“‘Morning.”

He gave you a peck on the lips and then his eyes focused on the photo in your hands.

“I see you found Hangman.”

“Jake is Hangman? The Hangman that saved your life?” You asked, turning around in his arms.

“Yes, but how do you know his name?” His brow was furrowed in confusion.

“Hangman is Jake.” You said, turning the photo for him to look at.

“I know, but how do you know his name, Honey?”

Shaking your head you explained, “No, Bradley, Hangman is Jake. My Jake.”

It took him a minute, but finally, realization dawned on him.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, putting the photo back in place and disentangling yourself from Bradley's arms to sit on his couch.

He just stood there for a couple more seconds before shaking his head and turning to you.

“What do you wanna do?”

That caught you off guard. You expected almost any kind of reaction, but not this.

“There’s nothing to do, Bradley,” you sighed again. “He’s your teammate, your friend. I don’t want you to change that just because of me.”

“Honey…”

“No, it’s…” You took a deep breath, trying to keep track of your thoughts. “Don’t do anything that could cause you some kind of problem. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

“Honey,” he says, walking back to the couch and pulling you to sit on his lap, forcing you to face him, cradling your face in between his hands. “I would get in trouble for you anytime.”

You smiled weakly, “I know, but I don’t want you to.”

Bradley leaned in to kiss you square on the mouth. He poured all his heart into it, you could feel how much he cared for you and that was enough to make your heart swell.

“Then I won’t be getting into trouble unless he does something to hurt you.”

“He won’t do anything, he never liked me the way I liked him, there’s no reason for him to be angry.”

“You won’t have a problem meeting them tonight, then?” He asks a little unsure.

Smiling, you ask, “You want me to meet them?”

“Of course I do.” He reassured you. “Told you yesterday. I want my team to meet my girl.”

Your heart swelled. “It’s so early, Bradley. We are barely together.”

“I knew I would love you from the day I met you, but if you’re not comfortable with it we can wait.”

Your heart was beating fast at his simple admission. “You love me?”

Bradley smiled at you, brushing his nose against yours.

“Of course I love you,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What’s there not to love?”

Unable to contain yourself you leaned in, giving him a passionate kiss, pushing him onto his back.

“Breakfast will get cold.” He murmured against your lips, hands traveling from your waist up, bunching up your shirt on its way.

“Breakfast can wait.”

Even though you were sure your feelings for Jake were gone, you were a ball of nerves getting ready to meet him and Bradley’s other friends. You knew a lot about them, but you didn’t know how much Bradley had talked about you or what they knew. Did Bradley talk to them about the guy that had broken your heart before he appeared in your life? Did they know that you felt for Bradley the same he felt for you?

“Honey, I’m home.”

You smiled at the sound of Bradley’s voice. The two of you had exchanged gifs after eating your cold breakfast this morning, and hearing him say that he was home for you was making you feel all kinds of things.

“I'll be out in a minute.” You finish up the last touch of your outfit, opening the door of your room and walking to the living room, only to find Bradley standing there with a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and a dumb smile on his face. “You didn’t need to.” You murmur against his lips before taking the flowers from him.

“But I wanted to.” He simply says. “Especially after the fiasco of yesterday.”

“I wouldn’t call yesterday a fiasco.” You joke, raising an eyebrow at him suggestively.

“You know what I mean, Honey, don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not holding it against you,” You assured him, taking his hands in yours. “We didn’t talk about where that kiss left us before you left, we are both to blame for that, and even though I would have much preferred to learn you were stateside in another way, we did talk and straighten things out. That’s all I ask of you. Honesty.”

“And you have it,” he said, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips. “I promise.”

“Then we’re all good, Bradshaw.”

Bradley rolled his eyes. “I hate when you call me that.”

“What? It’s your name, after all, and I kinda like it.”

“Oh, you like it?” He asks, a smug grin on his face, as you both sway from side to side, bodies close together.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, honey, maybe in the future we can make it yours.”

“Maybe,” you agree before pulling him into a kiss, which almost makes you ditch his friends and keep him all to yourself. “Let’s go before your friends start thinking that I’m hogging you.”

“Wait a sec, Honey.” He says, pulling you to him again, but this time he had a serious expression on his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You smile at him, touched by his worry about your feelings. “Whatever I felt for Jake is gone. I’m with you now, and I love you, so there’s nothing in the world that could keep me from being a part of your life as a whole.”

He smiles back at you. “I love you too, Honey.”

“I know, you keep saying that to me even before you actually said it.”

He kisses you lightly and then takes your hand, guiding you to the door. “Let’s go then.”

The Hard Deck was what you would expect from a Navy Bar—packed with people in uniform. There were pool tables and a dart board, tables where people were hanging out, and an old piano near the counter.

You were still nervous about meeting his friends, but Bradley made his best in reassuring you by squeezing your hand.

He was headed to a group of people in a corner near a pool table. You were partially hidden behind him, so nobody noticed as you tensed when you heard a familiar voice.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” You could hear the smile in Jake’s voice and assumed he was at least a little bit happy to see Bradley.

“Hangman,” Bradley answered with a nod.

Then you felt a pair of eyes on you and saw the woman sitting beside a guy with glasses getting up from her sit.

“So this is the woman Rooster won’t shut up about.” She exclaims walking to the two of you and giving Bradley a little tap on the arm.

Bradley looked back at you as you stepped aside to stand beside him.

“Yes, this is Honey.��

You smiled at her as she made a move to see if it was okay to hug you. Giving her your name, you let her pull you into a tight embrace.

“Honey suits you better if you don’t mind.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“I’m Natasha, but you can call me…”

“Phoenix,” you supply and she looks surprised at you. “Bradley told me all about you all.”

“Only the good things, I hope.” One of the guys approached you. “Payback,” he said, offering you his hand.

“Of course, only the good stuff,” You smiled.

“And I’m Fanboy,” the one behind him says.

“I’m Bob,” The guy with the glasses stands to hug you.

“And I’m Coyote,” the guy beside Jake says, looking between you and his friend, that had his eyes trailing on you.

“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself, Bagman?” Phoenix asks when Jake doesn’t make a move to say or do anything.

“Jake,” he says, approaching you and extending his hand for you to shake, “ or…”

“Hangman.” You interrupt him, as you shake his hand.

He nods, before saying, “I’m going to get a refill,” and then walks away to the bar.

“But he just had taken a full bottle!” Bob exclaims and both Payback and Faboy just shrug.

Both Phoenix and Coyote seemed to have caught something, looking between you and Bradley and then at Jake, suspiciously, but none of them said anything.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and Bradley pulled you into his side, giving you a forehead kiss.

“Alright?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m good.”

Conversation flowed after that, but you could feel that from time to time, Coyote and Phoenix would look at you almost expectantly. It seemed that it passed unnoticed that Jake hadn’t returned from his venture in the bar. Maybe it was a common occurrence.

After some time you saw Coyote leaving too, probably going after his best friend. The minutes passed and none of them made it back, so you made a decision that you might regret in the future.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” You said, looking at Bradley to see if he had understood where you were going.

“Want me to go with you?” He asked, still holding your hand and getting Phoenix's attention, and you did your best to ignore the look she gave you.

“No, I’ll be right back.”

Bradley nodded, letting go of your hand and continued chatting with his friends as you headed outside. You found both Jake and Coyote a few meters from the bar, standing on the beach. Jake was walking from side to side as Coyote seemed to try and calm him down.

“May I talk to him for a second?” You asked Coyote, making him look at Jake and then at you again.

“Ok,” he nodded. “If you need anything, I’ll be in the parking lot.”

“Thank you,” you said, watching him walk away, and then turning your attention back on Jake.

“I see you moved on.” He said to you, venom in his voice.

“Don’t start, Jake.”

“Start what? I'm not starting anything.”

“Yes, you are, and you know it.”

“You said you wanted more.” He spat at you.

“And you said you couldn’t give it to me.”

“So you thought you could find it in one of my friends?” He scoffs.

“I didn’t know Bradley was your friend and I don’t see the reason why it matters.”

“You did that to what? Huh? Hurt me?” He asks, taking a step closer to you. “To throw at my face what we could’ve had?”

“No, we couldn’t, because you didn’t like me that way, remember?” He frowns and you continue. “We were not lovers, remember? We were just strangers.”

“And what if I liked you that way, huh? What would you do?”

“Don’t do that, Jake.” You plead to him.

“I couldn’t give you what you wanted then, but what if I can’t do it now?” He takes another step forward, now standing right in front of you.

“You don’t like me that way, Jake. Your ego is just bruised and…”

“My ego?” He asks, incredulous. “What about my heart?”

“You don’t love me, Jake!” You exclaim, getting his attention. “Maybe you like the idea you made of me, the same way I loved the idea I made of you.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “I love Bradley, more than I can put into words. I only discovered you were the Hangman he always talks about yesterday, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love him.”

“But you said…” He tries, but you interrupt him.

“I know what I said, but it’s over. We’re over. We were over even before we began. I’m with Bradley now and I hope you respect that. I care for you, Jake. We have gone through a lot and I don’t want to see you hurting, but I won’t lie to you either.”

Jake nods, sighing. “You really love him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Jake. I really love him.”

You saw him swallowing hard, and then he extended his hand to you, palm up. You place his hand in his and Jake pulls you into a hug.

“I won’t say it will be easy to see the two of you together, but I’ll get used to it.”

“Thank you,” You said as you two parted from each other.

“Honey!” Bradley shouts from the door of the bar. You turn your head to look at him and then look back at Jake.

“Go, go to him.”

Smiling sadly at him, you nod, turning around to make your way back to the bar.

“Sweets,” you hear Jake calling you, and then you turn around to look at him. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too, Jake.” You said, walking back to the bar.

Bradley is waiting for you at the door, a worried expression on his face.

“Everything okay?”

He asks and you answer by kissing him.

“Better now.”

Bradley smiles then, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Did you want something?” You ask.

“Yes,” he smiles, “I want to show you something.”

You two enter the bar hand in hand, and as you pass by the jukebox Bradley pulls the plug, making everybody complain. Then he guides you to the old piano, pulling you into his lap and making you squeak in surprise.

“Bradley, what are you doing?” You asked, smiling confusedly.

“Serenading you,” he smiles back, arms sneaking around your waist and reaching towards the keys. “You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain.” The people around you started to cheer and you saw Phoenix and the rest of the squad coming to the both of you.

“Too much love drives a man insane,” Bradley continued and you couldn’t help but smile at him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck for a second.

“You broke my will, but what a thrill”

You saw Jake entering the bar again, watching the scene unfold in front of him, as he gave you a sad smile.

“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire”

Bradley continued his song, his friends around you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him as the song finished. He smiled into the kiss and asked.

“Did I do alright?”

“You did more than alright.” You answered, kissing him again and hearing the people cheering and asking Bradley to play another song.

“Should I?” He asked, squeezing your waist.

“Yes, yes you should.” You made a move to get up and he pulled you back into his lap.

“You stay right there, Honey.” He said, sneaking his arms around you to start playing another song, and at that moment you realized that there was no other place you’d rather be than in Bradley Bradshaw’s arms.

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[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a request to make. Platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri x reader, also this takes place in the (I forgot the name but it’s that high school thing that we got at the end of some episodes)

p.s. I was thinking of monster musume when I made this.

please and thank you

Also this is a lamia in case you didn’t know.

Oooh! Okay! A snake being and this isn’t Obanai? Hehe! But okay, just one can do and Mitsuri is always easy to write for!

Yandere! Platonic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Lamia! Kanroji Mitsuri

Mitsuri is pretty lonely as a Lamia. Most people run away from her and she can’t spread her passion for the humans she loves. That is until she meets you, somebody who finally gives her a chance and her world brightens up a shade or two

Mitsuri becomes very attached to you and she constantly wraps her serpent-like tail around you, so you can never run away from her. She tries to not squeeze you, she just can’t help herself around you

Mitsuri follows you around everywhere. Post-making friends with her, she follows you everywhere and evades your privacy. You make her so happy, she needs to keep chasing that happiness and she will for the rest of her life

Mitsuri may not love you in the way a lover does but she values you to a insane degree and she cant stand it when you’re away from her. She clings onto you and brattily cries out for your attention, she is a brat type Yandere

Mitsuri is very possessive and willing to get her hands dirty in other ways to make sure you won’t ever leave her, as her first and best friend. She will scare away her rivals and fully embrace her snakely predator senses

Mitsuri becomes very jealous everytime you get a new friend or a new lover, and she throws a huge fit over it. You won’t be giving her your love and appreciation if you’re distracted by somebody else, she is fuming and planning how she will scare them away

Mitsuri is quite obsessive and delusional over you. She genuinely believes you adore her on the same level as she adores you, so anybody else trying to talk to you is not okay. The only friend you need is her! Why do you need another? She is so much better than all those humans

Mitsuri has such a horrible mind rot, enough to never take your ‘no’ answer and take matters into her own hands. She will stalk you constantly and learn everything she can so she can make you like her more, and avoid other people. She is the bestest friend you could ever get

Mitsuri is a Lamia after all. She is very attracted to body heat and she is cold-blooded herself, so she wraps herself around you when she gives you hugs and basks in your warmth. She is always happy to cling onto you and cuddle you. She doesn’t care for when you struggle against her

“Heeey! Dokusha! Isn’t my tail so pretty? What about my fangs? I’m a very pretty snake, wouldn’t you want to cuddle me? I swear I won’t hurt you, I’ll hug gently!”

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[beauty-and-passion]

Tackling The Magnus Archives

I hope you’re satisfied, TMA fandom.

For a lot of time, I’ve seen this fandom everywhere: posts, fanarts, even more fanarts, people mentioning scary stuff and an overall positive reaction about this series.

At first, I didn’t pay it any attention. It seemed just like any other series, with nothing exceptional about it. But the more time passed, the more fanarts I saw, the more they got my interest. I still had no idea what the series was about, but it looked interesting. Maybe there was something I didn’t notice before.

So… why not give it a try?

Cool, what’s the plan?

From the moment I decided to give this series a try, I ran away from all spoilers. That means I am currently facing a series I have no idea what will be about. I know nothing about the plot, nor the characters.

Well, nothing except for a few things I accidentally learned before:

Jonathan Sims is the protagonist. I think?

There is a Michael somewhere

Also, a Martin doing stuff

There are a lot of names

And a library

I’ve also seen a spider lady

Someone explores a dungeon? Is there a dungeon in this story?

There is a homoerotic story too

I also recently found out there is a season 2 - or a related series? No idea what the plot is about, but we will find out along the road.

How?

I had two choices: to analyze every single episode (and die of old age because it would take an eternity) or listen to the whole series first, then write one/several posts analyzing it. But it would still take a lot of time and I will inevitably forget a lot of stuff or don’t cover things as well as they deserve.

So, I chose a third option: to tackle the series ten episodes at a time and write a post with my impressions about all of them. (a bit like I do for Eurovision, only for TMA). This way:

I’ll cover every episode

I will remember more stuff

I will post constantly, so you won’t have to wait forever for me to finish the whole thing first

It will be funnier and more entertaining

Is there something we should/shouldn’t do?

I want my impressions and comments to be as genuine as possible, but in order to do that, I shouldn’t know anything about what I will read.

That means I will actively avoid every little information about the series. It doesn’t matter if it’s about harmless or well-known info: I won’t read it, period.

So please, do not write me anything about this series. I will not read any ask regarding TMA. You can still ask me stuff and write comments, sure. And you can put spoilers if you want, but please: be kind and put a big warning before them. Do not spoil the fun.

What’s the timeline?

Asap: I will write a new post and add it to the main masterlist. This new post will seve as masterlist for TMA and include this introductory post, as well as all other reactions. So If you ever miss one of them, you will read all of them there.

In the next couple days: it will come out the first post with my reactions about chapters 1-10. I’m already working on it, so it should come out very soon.

I will try to keep up a consistent schedule, but can’t promise you anything. I am preparing two exams and my final thesis too, so it might take me some time to post. But I will end this series. By now, you know that when I start something, I finish it.

In conclusion

Thank you in advance to all the people who will follow me in this adventure. If you already know about TMA, you can have fun, by mocking me for my ignorance or wait for the moment I will face the real shit. If you don’t know about TMA, maybe you will find the inspiration to start it - or to do it with me. It’ll be fun! And even if the series ends up being bad, at least we can laugh together at how terrible it is.

See you very soon with the first post about chapters 1-10.

(How about a coffee? ☕)

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[ltleflrt]

@clownsecret hells yeah I'll tell you ALL about it 😆

In response to this post - I'm making my own post because this leans into dark-fic territory, and I don't want to put that on your post if it's something you're not interested in and don't want to see in your post notes. General Warning for dub-con and violence and the really kinky stuff. Featuring Dom!Raphael and sub!Astarion.

The Kinks:

-BDSM, which comes with real contracts, which could be under-negotiated due to desperation, or meticulously negotiated but Raphael will still find a way to make it hurt worse than expected through language loopholes and fine print.

-And speaking of BDSM, SO MUCH SADISM. I am a huge fan of sadist/non-masochist pairings, omg so hot. Pain play of all sorts! Crying! No comfort! Someone's going to need a healer when it's done, but the orgasms were still fan-fucking-tastic! Unless no orgasms were allowed, which is also it's own kind of fun lol

-Wing kink! Imagine Raphael's victim ahem I mean his lover finding out that his wings are sensitive in a sexy way. His lover using that against him. Distracting him from all the dirtybadwrong things he had planned for the scene.

-Tail sex! See above. Plus double penetration, fucking his vict-LOVER I MEAN LOVER with his tail and not his dick, holding limbs in place with his tail so that both his hands are free. It can be used for bondage!

-Gentle, intimate sex as a reward for good behavior. YUM.

Now imagine all of that with Astarion! I am a massive fan of whump porn, and Astarion would add an extra layer to that kind of fun because he's already been through fucking hell with Cazador. This is exactly the kind of stuff he was trying to escape! And now he has to sign a contract agreeing to put up with it!

So you'd have to come up with a reason for him to put himself in that position. Raphael's not just going to snatch him up and start tormenting him. He's going to offer a deal that Astarion will have to agree to voluntarily. Maybe Tav was a dickbag and wouldn't help him with Cazador. Maybe he trades his service for a way to walk in the sun again. Something where he's so desperate that he'll turn to a devil for help even though he said he wouldn't do something so stupid in Act 1 and 2 of the game.

So Astarion signs a contract. He was a magistrate, so he might negotiate the fuck out of the contract, but not have enough leverage to get certain clauses he wants, so he has to give up some protections he tries to build into the contract for himself. And he's like "I can put myself through hell on purpose in exchange for this thing I want desperately. It's only temporary, not forever."

Then there's different ways he can act under contract. Maybe he's not able to turn off the sass, and he pisses Raphael off constantly, getting himself punished all the time. Raphael falls in love with Astarion's inability to just fucking behave, something that made Cazador just punish him more, but makes Raphael start easing off because otherwise he risks breaking his side of the bargain because there's really no taming Astarion and oops Raphael actually doesn't want him tamed anymore.

Or maybe Astarion locks himself down, reigning in the sass and the rebellion, because he knows how to avoid punishment, and unlike Cazador, Raphael can't punish him without reason. He tones his personality down so much that Raphael is disappointed in his behavior because he didn't want a sex doll, he wanted a challenge. He wants Astarion to fight back and risk failing to hold up his end of the bargain. So he starts going gentle, which confuses Astarion. Neither of them know how to handle this change in dynamic, and oh no now they're having conversations instead of sex.

And I don't want Astarion to fix Raphael. I want Raphael to make Astarion worse. Encourage his bloodthirsty side, cheer on his competitive nature, let him be a sneaky little bastard, motivate him to start participating in the politics of Hell. Oh, it turns out Astarion is good at infernal contracts? Let's amend our contract so that Astarion can trade working with his mind instead of working with his body.

And bonus if Haarlep and/or Korilla haaaate Astarion because he's getting all of Raphael's attention, and they're jealous.

This is exactly the kind of unhealthy fucked up dynamic that I LIVE FOR. (Which is really funny because all my writing is fluffy af lol)

#ltleramblings #reply #astarion #raphael bg3 #raphstarion #fic idea

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

i have autism and adhd, and have recently been going through what i assume is burnout. i attribute it to work, i work 9-6 five days a week, and it's honestly become exhausting having to constantly mask and present normal.

i'm mainly worried because i haven't had a new special interest in a while. my old ones, present for years, seem almost muted. i haven't had anything to hyperfixate over in such a long time, and the newest special interest i had (sharks) has felt faint almost the entire time. it's awful because i miss the love i felt for these special interests, they were so integral to me and as a result i feel like my sense of self is weaker.

is this normal? and do you have any tips on recovering from autistic burnout? thank you!!

Hi there,

I’m sorry to hear that you’re going through burnout. There’s a Recovery Plan that one of my favorite websites, Neurodivergent Insights, posted. Here are some Infographs. As well as some templates on how to build a recovery plan:

The link to this article will be below. I hope you find it helpful.

There’s also another article from Psych Central that gives some tips on Recovery:

How can you recover from autistic burnout?

Autistic burnout may feel confusing and overwhelming, but recovery is possible.

1. Remove obligations

It’s time to get a little ruthless with your schedule and commitments. If something isn’t 100% necessary, take it off your calendar for the near future.

Your new goal is to try to find as much downtime as you can, with fewer extracurriculars, work projects, and social events.

2. Participate in soothing activities

The idea is to participate in more hobbies that you enjoy, or those that promote a sense of relaxation — the things you might normally brush aside in your busy schedule.

You may find it recharging to:

spend time in nature

practice a calming visualization

exercise

draw

listen to music

journal

stretch

sit in silence with someone you love

Sensory interventions

“These can include compression, sitting in a dark closet specially outfitted for sensory bliss (pillows, quiet, dark), favorite smells, or textures,” Bédard says.

Noise-canceling headphones may also help you feel more grounded.

3. If you can’t sleep, rest

Autism can sometimes make sleep a challenge. Even if you’re not feeling tired, try to spend at least 8 hours a night in bed.

During this time, try to avoid watching the news or scrolling on social media. Instead, curl up with one of your favorite books or movies.

4. Practice self-compassion

“Try to be as gentle with yourself as possible,” O’Conner says. “If there are some things you can’t do, or have to say ‘no’ to right now, that’s OK.”

This article will also be below if you’d like to read through it.

Since you like sharks, I’ll also leave an article talking about ten facts about them. :)

I hope this helps you. I’m unemployed, so I don’t have the experience of working or the workplace in general.

Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

#inbox #inbox reply #inbox is open #send anon some cool facts about sharks if you can/want :)

[yesiknowimshort]

looking at the fanon from canon with tim drake

(to the best of my own knowledge; take with a grain of salt; i’m open to discussion and disagreement; we can take this like an english lit class analysis)

this is inspired by discussions with @boredandboredmind about misconstrued info with jason and tim on their own posts about it.

also do not take this as hate to tim fic writers, you’re amazing and you best believe i’m checking the tim x reader tag constantly. i just want to be able to help give you easy access to half-canon-compliant info, and you can choose to take it or leave it.

and especially if you only know tim through online media (which is always valid and i’ll hear no argument!), it can be hard to differentiate between what it is “out of character, completely fanon” behaviour, and what is actually plausible.

RELATIONSHIPS

with his dad

tim’s relationship with his dad is extremely complicated. they both loved each other… but both of his parents had a very different way of showing their love to what tim needed.

for the majority of his life, his mother and father were super neglectful of him and his interests, which of course is how we had nine year old tim drake running around figuring out people’s identities and tryna convince nightwing to go back to batman bc tim said batman wouldn’t cope without a robin, as if he knew them personally.

bruce generally disapproved of tim being left alone while his parents were on business trips, so he looked out for tim a lot during those times.

after the death of tim’s mother, his father was all moody for a bit bc his company had gone to shit… oh and his wife died. anyway he was acting like mr crabs when he loses his money for a while until his physiotherapist dana winters was like “yo get a hold of your life man”. so jack attempted to reconnect with his son… but tim was already deep in the mantle of robin and hanging out with bruce wayne.

tim was a little reluctant at first but after a while he did really appreciate his dad trying to be a dad for once… but it conflicted with the life he had already made for himself.

tim was sneaking out to do hero work, skipping school, coming home in the early hours beat and bruised, being snarky and angsty to his dad, super secretive; basically coming off as a reckless hooligan teenager (even tho he really wasn’t) which made jack incredibly angry at tim a lot of the time, causing them to have a lot of fights.

jack was also super insecure as his position as tim’s dad as he felt inferior to the relationship tim had built with bruce.

so one day while tim was out, jack raided tim’s bedroom (10/10 parenting skills there, well done jack) which dana winters was horrified by and actually sided with tim when tim came home and blew up at his dad -anyway jack found out tim was robin.

he stormed to bruce and was like “fuck you and fuck my son’s role as robin. he’s going to boarding school”.

long story short, tim resumes the mantle of robin and his dad deals with it and they begin to really get along again, like a true father and son… and then his dad is murdered. tim finds him and is distraught, and that’s when we get this classic image of tim and bruce:

(it’s horrible obviously but i love this illustration so much. the way tim’s half in and out of the robin gear, the single eye you can see, the way he’s half collapsed over his father’s body and clinging to bruce for dear life) anyway then tim goes into the care of bruce wayne.

with bruce

lemme start of by saying: tim would only ever use the wayne name for business means as future ceo/controlling shareholder of W.E.

tim will always be a drake.

he quite literally made up a fake uncle so he wouldn’t get adopted by bruce, even though bruce really wanted to adopt him. not only that- he went as far as to forge a new will including this fictional uncle to avoid being bruce’s son

he struggled a lot with bruce’s “affection” after his father’s death since he never saw bruce as a father beforehand, only ever as a mentor. and of course, up until later in his robin career, he wasn’t even an orphan. he still technically wasn’t since dana winters ended up marrying his dad and becoming his step-mum, but she’s basically forgotten sadly.

he also consistently makes a point to make sure people know he made himself robin, and it wasn’t batman’s choice at all.

he appreciates bruce of course, but it’s more on an intellectual and emotional level than anything else. tim came from money (albeit, new money), and even though his parents' company basically died with his father there would’ve been some amount of inheritance money. not to mention without a shadow of a doubt, he would’ve had an account his parents had been saving for him.

living in another manor house and working around international companies and important people, wouldn’t be too different from what his life would’ve become had his parents not died.

tim would appreciate bruce not for the life he gave him, but simply because of bruce being intellectually stimulating for him. remember; tim sees the life he has as the life he made.

he reminds me of damian in the fact that both of them would struggle with dealing with people who bored them, people who couldn’t offer them anything.

anyway bruce = respected equal, bruce ≠ tim’s new dad.

 with jason and damian

boom. all you need to know.

nah but seriously...

jason attacked tim in the tt tower when he came back to life but can you really blame him? he was replaced, and it made sense for him to come after tim since as we know, tim forced himself into the role and did, technically, steal jason’s spot before bruce realistically would’ve replaced him.

but they never held that grudge throughout jason’s reintegration into the family. of course they’d have sibling fights (note that tim doesn’t think of any of his adoptive brothers as real brothers; but jason is closest to), but a little roughhousing is normal. i’m the eldest of 6 brothers and believe me, we fight all the time. literally yesterday one of them and i bit each other while fighting (if you don’t think damian and tim would do that, you’re kidding yourself). but we love each other, and if anything happened we’d jump to each other's defence.

moving onto damian...

the way tim views damian is very telling of tim’s worldview and childhood. when damian arrived, tim demanded that regardless of being batman’s son or not, damian must work to earn the love and respect of bruce, “like everybody else” he had said. clear projection from tim here, since up until dami, tim was the only one who wasn’t “wanted” per se, and also tim’s had to work for people’s affection and attention his entire life. look at his parents; they were the half-arsed “that’s great honey” and then back to their phone call type of people (well we know where tim gets his steadfast work ethic from).

anyway, tim finally had the spotlight on him for a while only to have it turned for some little genetic abnormality.

tim’s suffering from the “been the only/youngest child for too long” phenomenon; they do not believe there is room enough in one's heart for more unconditional love. it’s quite sad if you think about it; he was in his mid-late teens by this point.

tim was quite patronising of damian when they were introduced, but he quickly pulled the “i’m just messing with you” card and did try to fix it, but stubborn-as-tim damian just started to preach his favourite “i’ll inherit everything without even trying” play. this obviously pissed off tim to no end. it seemed damian knew the perfect way to get under his skin, and it was putting tim even more on edge. it made him feel insecure in his place with bruce. for the first time tim didn’t think he was gonna be able to get his way easily.

eventually though, batman assures tim that damian being his biological son doesn’t change anything that he has with tim, and that tim doesn’t have to prove anything to him.

yes, if you look up tim and damian, you can see that damian has done some horrible things to tim and the two have very thin patience for each other, but that’s simply because they both understand the perfect ways to piss each other off. it’s just so easy for the both of them that they can’t help themselves.

i also will say that damian views the relationship as much more “mortal enemies” than tim does, but he is a child several years younger than tim, so it’s natural for him to view it as a bigger deal than tim.

all in all, jason and tim, and tim and damian are simply just brothers, and if you have more than two siblings, i’m sure you know as much as we deny it, everyone had a favourite and a least favourite sibling -it’s natural. for tim, his favourite is jason, and his least just happens to be damian.

just like damian’s favourite is dick, and least favourite happens to also be tim.

with stephanie

(now i don’t know as much about steph as i do for tim so feel free to correct me)

stephanie brown got into the hero scene by being the best little shit i’ve ever heard of and messing up her villain dad’s plans. her dad was cluemaster, a friend of the riddler, and she would literally just show up and spoil their plans in annoying ways (hence her name; spoiler).

she was tim drake’s girlfriend -it’s important to note that she wasn’t robin’s. she had no clue about his double life and broke up with him because she thought he was being unfaithful (fair enough).

when tim’s dad took robin away from him, steph stepped up to the plate with a made up robin costume and (like tim) demanded to be the replacement.

her 71 days in the spotlight as the first female robin ended in a couple different ways (thanks comics for making it hard). bruce dismissed her for his belief that she couldn’t follow orders, but he also didn’t believe that she could live up to tim... ouch. he didn’t even approve of her as his partner until she was killed. oh god here we go again...

i personally don’t acknowledge that she died. just- nope. i always look at it as wrong place, wrong time for steph. she could’ve been a great robin, but tim left massive fucking shoes to fill, and i reckon bruce was looking for any little reason to fire her -disobeying one order to not involve herself in a fight just happened to be the perfect opportunity (according to bruce). not to mention steph (and this isn’t necessarily a wrong thing) was undisciplined in hero-ing.

not to say tim was straight-laced and serious, more that him being at an equal mental level to bruce, and the both of them having built strong trust in each other, gave him a lot more leeway to do what he wanted and have the means to back up his actions.

ORIGINS OF POPULAR FANON

obviously i’ll never know exactly where something came from. this is more my speculation and attempt and supplying the headcanons with canonical evidence or debunking them.

where does “tim is a sickly boi” come from?

his lack of a spleen.

i’m not sure if most people now know that’s the reason why, but that’s gotta be how it started.

without a spleen, our body's other organs like the liver can take over many of the spleen's functions. you'll still be able to cope with most infections but there's a heightened risk that a serious infection will develop quickly, especially from certain bacteria and parasites like malaria.

if he got on antibiotics and rested when he started to feel ill, he’d be fine, but tim would never remember to take antibiotics and gods forbid he let himself rest so... he’s working until his body forces him to take a break.

mimi approved fanon  👍

where does “tim doesn’t care for himself” come from?

he’s a stubborn person. people don’t emphasise this enough. usually, people just use the motivation of depression (which, fair, it could be included in it). however, he will literally do whatever the fuck he wants because he’s tim fucking drake and that's all the excuse he feels he needs. like he is prepared to sacrifice everything *cough cough* himself to see his plan go through.

he’s also stubborn in his need to prove himself as we know. as a self-appointed robin; his mantle had felt fragile to him. not to mention damian made his grand appearance to push tim into that sweet sweet middle child category.

and as we already know, his dad also forcefully took the mantle from him and stopped him from seeing bruce. every time things start to go well for tim... it all seems to go to shit.

this in turn led to the fanon of ‘chronic perfectionism to the point of halting self-care in order to complete x, y z to prove himself’.

he also canonically doesn’t care much for sleep; in teen titans when superboy finds him awake tim just goes “it’s only three, i’m checking my emails”.

mimi approved fanon 👍.

where does “tim’s a coffee addict” come from?

he actually is only ever depicted drinking/buying coffee like 3 times (i don’t know for sure, please correct me if it’s more/less).

it ties in well with the previous point; tim’s coffee addiction is a way to justify how he can still function when he’s on 5 minutes of sleep, battered and bruised and still able to kick arse and be intelligent.

mimi approved fanon 👍

where does “tim have abandonment issues” come from?

his mum dies and he loses how his dad used to be.

he gains a better version of his dad and then his dad acts like an arsehole.

his dad gets better again and then his dad dies.

he had steph and then she left him because he just couldn’t explain who he was.

he gets bruce and then damian shows up.

he gets bruce back and then bruce dies, and nobody believes him when he says he’s alive.

yeah... it makes sense.

would be mimi-approved fanon, but i’ve never like the way i’ve seen it portrayed in fanon.

i see a lot in fics he does the “i’m pushing you away first to protect us both” and i just don’t personally agree with the depiction. call me petty but that’s my thoughts.

where does the perception that tim’s the soft one come from?

no fucking clue honestly.

mans blinded deathstroke’s (/jericho, hard to explain) good eye on purpose while delivering a one liner about fighting blind, and then told the man he just fully blinded that he agreed with deathstroke that he (tim) could be vicious when he had to be.

that one-on-one moment in the teen titans comic is demonstration enough of tim being the opposite of the soft one. none of the robins are soft. if we’re going off who’s the most “sensitive”, then it’d be dick or damian -those two have the shortest fuse.

tim blinded someone by throwing his fucking birdarang at the guy’s one good eye and was sure enough and committed enough to what he planned to do that he had the precision to make sure not to take the eye out completely -only debilitate him. that’s some calculated callousness right there.

he also boasted to the teen titans about lying to batman, after he just lied to starfire about staying put in a fight (and his lie used that ‘goody two shoes’ perception of himself; he’s self-aware of how he can come off)… and then he broke his friends out of the tt tower by cutting glass in the shape of a bat. dudes cocky as.

not to mention he literally stalked batman and ran around solving murders and dropping off the evidence to gordon before even being a robin. he was on the CIA’s watch list for crying out loud.

tim is extremely underestimated. to the point where (as @forcesofnatureunleashed accurately described) this “uwu” version of tim has taken over the fandom and made him out to seem like a mega wimp and a quiet tortured soul.

i’m not dismissing the shit he’s actually gone through, i’m just saying he’s gone through enough that you don’t need to make up that he was berated by his dad, can’t talk about his pain, and relies on his tech, when he’s quiet literally the best martial artist in the family and highly respected by ra’s al ghul.

you don’t just get respected by ra’s al ghul; especially if you were an overly sensitive, shaky-knee-ed, spineless, weakling.

STRONGLY mimi disapproved fanon 👎

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