#literally no one knows and if anyone DID know they didn't cough up any more details and are now dead themselves

[jester089]

I’d love some readerxTADC charachter sickfics :)?

Bed ridden

I am back at writing again. At least for now. Requests are still closed until I finish all or at least most of the ones I got while I was gone.

Also you didn't specify if you wanted like fluff. So I just went with what first came to mind. Sick TADC Crew x Sick Reader (Both variants)

Caine (Receiving)

Caine getting sick is rare at best. When he does the whole circus suffers. Even just a cough is awful, every time he coughs the entire area around him stutters and glitches misplacing everything. Because of this whenever he's sick he tends to self isolate not wanting to cause trouble for the others. Now depending on how comfortable he is with you, you'll have varying accessibility. If he's really comfortable you essentially have easy access to any and everything in the circus. This includes his room and office. Sadly their isn't much you can do to help him get better faster, but he really appreciates just having you there. If you really want to help, keep the circus from burning down during his short absence. And give him some handmade soup, the sentimentality and love in it helps him feel better. At least mentally, which speeds up his physical recovery. Do be warned when giving him the soup don't get to close to him. If their is something strong enough to get Caine sick it will most likely kill you.

Caine (Giving)

He as has been mentioned doesn't really understand humans, and by extension their physical ailments. That is why all his adventures are so rough on everyone. Despite that sickness is one of the few things he does understand, only really because their is a digital version of it. Just explain to him that you have a virus (even if it's not) and he'll get the gist. Best at comfort, can and will get you everything you want while your sick. And he doesn't get sick easily so you will get the same amount of attention and affection as before with minimal repercussions at worst. Caine is always loud, and isn't exactly gentle with anyone or thing, so make sure to tell him the things you need to get better. Like quiet, dark, a specific type of food that usually helps. Ask and it's yours, but you have to ask. Or he wont know. Don't ask him to cook for you though, cause I promise you it will either come out burned or so badly seasoned that it isn't even edible. And your recovering body needs meals to get better faster or at all. When you are sick Caine can get a little protective. Usually he trust you and lets you do what you want, you're an adult after all. But when your sick you seem so fragile to him. So no leaving your room, 3 meals if not more a day, more water then your body actually needs, and if he catches you out of bed when you aren't going to the bathroom he can and will force you back. He's a little much and little forceful, but you'll get better faster when he's around. And he'll do his best, he just needs some guidance.

Gangle (Receiving)

A sick Gangle is a sad Gangle. She's pretty pushover-ish usually. But when she's sick she just takes abuse because she already feels awful. So until she's feeling better be prepared to be a live-in maid and a body guard. Sick Gangle is a lot like a wet noodle. Just her mask alone has enough weight to make her fall over when sick so try and keep her in her room and in her bed, for her sake. Do be warned that the chance of Gangle getting you sick is literally 100%. Cuddles make her feel a whole lot better, so she constantly wines at you wanting you to lay with her. And she can and will crawl out of her bed and after you if you deny her to many times. We both know you aren't gonna say no to pathetic sick wet noodle Gangle. She'll wrap around you in a hold so light you can't even feel it and just fall asleep on you. That's how her being sick usually goes. And when you eventually but inevitably get sick she'll take care of you just as you did her.

Gangle (Giving)

I don't even have to say it, but I will. Gangle got you sick. End of story. And she's still recovering from her sickness. So you being sick usually just ends up with you two being bed ridden. But on the bright side it's literal 24/7 cuddles. I mean I doubt she'll let you so much as roll over without her. She's clingy, but you know you love her. And she loves you. Now if you're sick and she isn't she'll do her best to take care of you. She doesn't know how to cook or anything. But she'll make sure you always have water and your bed is clean-ish. And she'll stay with you. If you're sick and stuck in bed then she's stuck in the room you are. Basically if one of you gets sick, both of you get sick. Just a common cold can turn into something so much worse with Gangle. She doesn't try to she just doesn't like being away from you too long, especially when your weak like this. It's gross and not pleasant to live sure. But hey, both of your immune systems get really really strong every time one of you gets sick. And if sharing goopy nasty sick times together isn't love I don't know what is.

Zooble (Receiving)

Zooble strikes me as the kind of person who knows a concerning amount about just about every sickness in existence. Sadly all that knowledge doesn't help her much here. This is a digital sickness, it doesn't exist in the real world. Despite that she can most definitely feel her way through it using what she does know. All you have to do is listen to her, and if it's really bad interpret what her half mumbled ramblings mean. With her help, and your love and care she'll be feeling better in no time. Zooble is short fused and irritable at the best of times. She tries to hold off with you cause she really does care about you. But when her body is what feels like 300* and her brain is fuzzy she can't control what comes out of her mouth. So if she says so hurtful things just try not to hold it against her and talk with her about it when she's feeling better. And I guarantee she didn't mean it. She just feels like she's about to melt. Have you ever been sick while made out of digital plastic? I didn't think so. So try and cut her some slack.

Zooble (Giving)

As aforementioned I feel like Zooble knows a lot about sicknesses. And again that doesn't help much here. But it gives her a really good base to work with. Honestly though being sick with her feels a lot like boot camp. She doesn't let you get up unless you need the bathroom, pills can and will be taken on time, gross but incredibly healthy foods and drinks will be given and she expects you plate to be clean, an overwhelming amount of heat that puts your body through hell, and she doesn't get within 6 feet of you unless it's dropping something off for you in which case she's only close for a moment. It'll be awful, trust me it will. But you will get better so unreasonably quick. With her there you could get over something like the flu in a day, maybe two. And once you are feeling better she softens up a lot. Once you are no longer sick (be her standards) she will be really soft with you. Gentle hand holding and hugs. Sleepy cuddles. Tasty but unhealthy food. Movie nights. And her going out of her way to be verbally nice. She knows that you were already suffering, and she made it worse even if she was helping. So she's going to treat you for a while. Give it like a week and she'll be back to normal. Unless you basically beg her in which it'll last a little longer. Only a little. She can't let her reputation and a cold person be tarnished. And giving someone a gentle forehead kiss in public really tarnishes that.

Kinger (Receiving)

When Kinger is sick all he really wants is to sleep. No matter where he is he'll be out. It is your job my dear Reader to get him to the safety of one of your rooms. Cause out in the open he is an easy target for Jax. Once he is safe and sound in one of your rooms he feels more cozy and will probably wake up. His hands float so you two can still hold hands and do basic affection without risk of you getting sick. Kinger wont never get you sick, I promise you that. He will literally shove you away from him. He has already lost a lot in this place and he isn't going to risking you. So keep some distance while caring for him. For his sake cause it stresses him out a lot when you get to close. Also keep a washcloth on hand, he strikes me as the kind of person who when sick wants a hot body but a cold forehead. Once he's feeling better he will probably ask you to join him in resting, total rainy day vibes despite it never raining in the circus. Just a relaxing, cold, and dark room to chill in. He can and will start crying when you fall asleep with him then and there. You stayed with him this whole time. He's just so happy to have you around and with him.

Kinger (Giving)

Kinger is amazing at comfort, but doesn't really know what he's doing with sicknesses. He's been in the digital circus so long he's actually forgoten how to be a human. He'll do the basics like water and soup but past that he's lost. So he does what he knows and remembers, plus whatever you tell him you need/want. He makes wherever your staying so cozy. If he can't put your body at peace he can at least put your mind at peace. Coldish and dark room, one of his hands linked with yours another rubbing gentle circles into your back. If he sees you having a bad dream he'll gently kiss your forehead or place something cold on it to help. If you ever seem to be in pain he'll just talk, about nothing really. He'll talk so you have something to focus on besides the pain. Spouting random facts about a cool bug he saw that reminded him of you, about Jax's latest "prank", about how much he loves you. And if you really want him to he will join you in bed. He knows he's probably going to get sick because of it. But he just wants you to feel comfortable. He isn't forceful in the least too. If you tell him you need something or that something usually helps he'll trust you. Just for his sake don't do to much cause it will worry him. 10/10. Has no idea what he's doing but he cares so much and it shows.

Ragatha (Receiving)

Ragatha doesn't get sick often. She used to when she first got here. But always putting herself in danger or risk to help others has made her tough in many ways. When she does get sick it's going to hit her hard. All she wants from you is to know you're there, and that you still love her despite this. She wont let you get to close, she's infected and she doesn't want you to be. The best you can do for her is keep distance and keep reassuring her you love her. Just like Caine I don't recommend getting to close because things that can get her sick are a really strong. And for f#$% sake keep Jax away from her. She's a tough one though and will try to get out of bed way to early. It is up to you to keep her in bed and care for her. She can be really stubborn, and this is a case where that is awful to deal with. Just give her love, but from a distance. That's all she wants, all she needs and she'll get better quick. And when she is better she will thank you so many times for taking care of her. Secret between friends this is the ideal time to fluster her. Just a quick kiss on her hand or in between the eyes and she'll turn beet red.

Ragatha (Giving)

She goes full mom when you're sick. Don't get me wrong she's usually the mom friend. But when your sick she is just mom. She'll tuck you in, fluff your pillow, get you water but put some flavoring in it so it goes down easier, exclusively speak to you in a soft voice, brushing a hand or hands through your hair, will full on punch someone if they try something while your sick. You know, typical mom stuff. Ok but actually beware her punches. They hit like a truck. Just like Caine she gets a little, protective. And she babies you. It can be annoying. But it does also help, makes you feel safe and cared for. She's sit by your bed reading you something and fall asleep still in the chair. Her poor back... Do ragdolls have backpain? Can and will keep you in bed a day or two extra just to be sure. She isn't taking any chances. Also she kind of enjoys being able to take care of you like this. Overall pretty good. She helps and makes it a bit easier to get through, but also makes you feel like a child.

Jax (Receiving)

The little s&#$ would without a doubt use you being sick and weak to "prank" you. He took you outside to "Get some fresh air" as he called it then shoved you into the digital lake and walked off not caring if your drowned. When you come back soggy and now inside feeling even worse he'll laugh at you. He's a real d%#$head and you not being able to defend yourself makes it so much more fun for him. I mean why do you think he mainly picks on Gangle. Eventually though he will soften up, a little. He still isn't going to do anything fancy but he'll give you some water and snacks and make sure no one bothers you. Once you start feeling better I can see it going two ways. 1. Softer Jax: Helps you get better and apologizes for the whole lake thing. He'll be a bit nicer for a few days to try and make up for it. He does genuinely feel bad. He's trying to be nicer to you cause he loves you. 2. More cannon Jax: You don't get better for much longer. He put something in the food and water so you don't truly get better. You just start to feel slightly better so you get hopeful before you feel 100x worse. And to make things better he can and will laugh at pathetic sick you.

Jax (Giving)

As you all know I don't think he deserves someone to take care of him while sick. Despite this actual me would probably still take care of him. I'm to caring for my own good. When Jax gets sick he hides it and tries to ignore it, going through his days like normal. Which of course leads even the most basic sicknesses to be awful on him. He'll full on try and fight you when you try and help him. It's going to be hard but try and get him some sleep, and water. It will be really rough. But it is possible. The hardest part by far is getting him in bed, past that it's pretty easy. He fights it till he realizes how comfy his bed is, and how tired he is. After that it's just like taking care of anyone else, besides all the rude comments flung at you. Once he's up and making people's days worse again he wont thank you. And he doesn't now and never will say it. But he does appretiate what you do for him. "I'll take it easy on em..... For a week.... That's definitely too much, they get a day."

Pomni (Receiving)

When Pomni is sick she just collapses, usually on you. The clearest sign that she's feeling awful sickness or not is when she wanders around looking for you. When she finds you she kind of just flops onto you not saying anything. She much like Gangle wants you close while she's sick but wont outright say it. She's more of a rolls out of bed falling onto the floor with a loud thump making you think she broke something. Then when you pick her up worried she just snuggles into you acting like she didn't just fall out of bed face first... She still gets flustered and all being so close to you but when she's sick it doesn't really register. She just likes being near you, and will definitely fall asleep on you. She has so many worries and it always on the verge of another breakdown, but when she's sick she can't think even if she wanted to. All that matters is here and now. And here and now you two are cuddling. So she's happy.

Pomni (Giving)

Oh no. She is going to panic. Bad. "Sicknesses are common in the real world. But what about here! Are you dying?! ARE YOU ABSTRACTING?!" She doesn't know what is truly going on, what's going to happen, or how to help. So just do your best to calm her down and explain it's like a normal sickness, just digital. Once she understands that she calms down, a little. She's still stressed but isn't full on freaking out anymore. And she will start actually helping. She isn't super educated on this subject but she knows basic stuff. With Pomni is when it will feel the most like normal, like real life. Just taking it slow, letting your body do what it needs. Her checking in every now and again to see how your doing. It's nice in a way. Once you start feeling better she's going to start visiting/checking in more. It was hard for her being in a room with you when you can't even make conversation, made her anxiety flare up. But once you can talk regularly or at least close to it again things will return to just about how they were before. She will be ever so slightly more clingy for a few days afterwards though. You're such an anchor for her in this place and she got so used to you. But they you couldn't help her and she had to help you. Made her realize just how much you mean to her, how much you do for her.

(First request back. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm so tired. But I'll try and do another before I go to bed. And for future reference please try to trim out a character or two cause writing all that is a lot. Or at least specify if you want Reader the one sick or the character. Thank you!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

[knickknacksandallthat]

I was watching hockey the other day and the announcers were talking about how on the penguins, there are three player who are setting the record for the longest tenure as teammates. they've been playing together for 18 years, i'm sure you can see where my brain went

Anon, yessss!! Omg I can literally just see the interview now:

(Jean, Jeremy, and Kevin sitting in a room with an interviewer)

INTERVIEWER: Well, thanks for sitting down with me, guys! And listen, a few of us were just talking about this - the three of you have been together on the same team for around 10 years now, right?

JEREMY: *smiling* Yep!

JEAN: If you say so.

INTERVIEWER: Wow, that's quite the tenure! Did you know, in fact, that you three are close to setting a record within the league?

KEVIN: What record?

INTERVIEWER: Most consecutive years together on a team.

JEAN: *raises eyebrow* they have records for this?

KEVIN: Who currently holds it?

INTERVIEWER: uh...well I think it's technically Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard with the Dragons.

JEREMY: Awww, good for them!

JEAN: *snorts*

INTERVIEWER: *clears throat* well, in any case, uh...that's quite the achievement, you know? Tell us - what's your secret? What's the magic between you three?

JEREMY: *still smiling* hmm, I wonder.

KEVIN: Practice, hard work, and experience.

INTERVIEWER: Well, I'm sure the time you train together accounts for a lot, but...there's nothing...else you'd say helps?

JEAN: Like?

INTERVIEWER: Um, like...well, you know...like friendship?

JEAN: *blinking* Friendship.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, man...I mean, after all this time, I would think the three of you have grown so close that you'd be more like bros, you know?

JEAN: *frowning now* Bros.

JEREMY: *biting lip silently against grin* Ohhhh, right. Got it. Yeah man, for sure. Bros.

INTERVIEWER: Exactly! Homies, man.

KEVIN: *tone dripping with derision* Homies.

INTERVIEWER: Three dudes with the most sacred of all bonds - sports.

JEREMY: *now shaking with repressed laughter* Oh, for sure, my dude. Homies. Brotherly bonding. Soooooo hetero. The most.

(Kevin turns to scowl at Jeremy.)

INTERVIEWER: You know, it actually kind of surprised many of us that you didn't end up on a team with Neil and Andrew, Kevin. If anyone, those two are who many of us would have thought you'd be setting this record with.

JEREMY: Oh my god. *doubles over laughing*

JEAN: *smirking* Yes, tell us, Kevin. Why aren't you on a team with Neil and Andrew? Accomplishing this sacred connection of brotherly bonding?

KEVIN: *pinches bridge of nose with fingers before sighing* Let's just say being on the same team with them at the Olympics is more than enough.

KEVIN: *grumbles under breath* The damn pair of menaces.

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INTERVIEWER: Josten and Minyard, we were just out talking to your rivals on the West Coast last week - Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau, and your former PSU teammate, Kevin Day, from the Warriors.

*Both stare silently at him*

INTERVIEWER: *coughs* Right, so, we were just saying how that trio is coming up on your record for teammates with the most time spent together on one team.

NEIL: And? What's your point?

INTERVIEWER: *loosens tie* oh, well, there was a little curiosity, I guess, around why Kevin chose that team instead of coming to play for the Dragons - with the two of you, I mean, his former teammates. Um...do you know why that is?

NEIL: Because Andrew would probably stab him.

INTERVIEWER: I...what?

NEIL: *waving hand back and forth* Yeah, I'd probably give it two weeks at most.

INTERVIEWER: ...

NEIL: See, Kevin would whine and nag, and Andrew would get pissed but he promised Wymack he wouldn't, no matter how much Kevin annoys him. So...yeah. It's probably better that they both stay on opposite ends of the country.

INTERVIEWER: ...

ANDREW: *pulling lollipop out of mouth* Never let a sad, forty-something year old man convince you to promise shit.

#anon this was brilliant #I had so much fun with this #thanks for letting me run with it #kerejean #kevin day #jeremy knox #jean moreau #neil josten #andrew minyard #AND THEY WERE TEAMMATES #lolz #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #fic asks #lovely people #thanks for ask anon!

[unexpectedstormy]

Memory

Ask word game???????

Oops I wrote a long thing (824 words) (and I made myself cry writing it). It's called Legend's Grace.

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Legend sat at Wild's bedside and held his limp hand tightly, willing him to hold on, willing him to pull through.

They'd had a rough week; lots of fighting and lots of injuries. Legend himself sports a bandage around his head and a mild concussion to match. Wild was a trooper, he'd taken an arrow to the ribs one of the days, and though it was healed with a potion, it still bothered him, but not enough to slow him down. That is until yesterday when he collapsed.

The running theory was that the injury was healed but with an infection sealed inside and now here he was sick in bed in a random kind stranger's house with a dangerously high fever and an entrenched chest infection that didn't seem to be responding to any medicine.

"Come on, stay with me," Legend murmured fervently. To his surprise, Wild opened his eyes. He looked up at Legend blearily and giggled.

"I know you," he said softly. "I know that red anywhere."

"Oh thank the goddesses, Champion, you really have had us worried."

"Mipha," Wild exhaled and closed his eyes. Legend froze, his heart racing. He knew what Mipha was someone very important to Wild but exactly how he didn't know. And he knew he did not have the emotional fortitude to have this sort of conversation with him right now.

"I guess if I'm seeing you that's not a good thing," Wild said opening his eyes once more.

"You're going to be fine," Legend said squeezing his hand.

"If you say so."

"I do. Say so." Legend said awkwardly, wishing Wild would go back to sleep. Should he fake being this Mipha person? Or tell him he was Legend? Would that confuse or distress him too much?

"You're still here," Wild said after a minute or two of staring up at Legend's face.

"I'm not going to leave you," Legend said.

"Since you're here..." Wild started then took a rattling noisy inhale and wincing with pain. "I just wanted to say that..."

"Shhh. It's alright. Don't talk, just rest."

"I want to. I need to tell you... I'm sorry."

What for? Legend wondered but he couldn't bring himself to ask. He waited as the seconds ticked by, dreading the answer, already feeling his eyes prickling with tears. Damn concussion making his skin thin and emotions fragile.

"I know you loved me--" Wild started but a wet coughing spell left him struggling to breathe. Legend hovered over him with worry unsure of what to do, wishing literally anyone else was there to help, but everyone else was sleeping in the barn.

"Sidon said you wanted to propose," Wild continued once his breath returned enough for him to speak.

Tears pooled in Legend's eyes. Nononono he did not need to know that information. So Mipha had been Wild's girlfriend, his almost fiancee? Legend didn't know much about her, but he knew she was dead.

"And... I'm sorry," Wild continued, oblivious to Legend's struggle. "I'm sorry, but... I lost my memory. I don't remember you... not much anyway."

Legend wiped his eyes on his sleeve and put on a brave face.

"I don't know if past me loved you, but... I don't now--not in that way--but... I do feel some love for you...? I don't know. My emotions are confused."

"It's okay. I understand," Legend said trying to keep his voice strong and unwavering, but all he could see in his mind was his own lost love, all he could see was her her her--her red hair in the breeze, her cheery smile, her blue dress...

"Your father was right... it really is a shame we'll never know what could have been."

It was a shame we'll never know what could have been. Tears streamed down Legend's face and his shoulders shook with silent sobs.

It was a shame Legend didn't have more time with Marin, it was a shame what happened wasn't real, it was a shame he could never see her again, hold her again, speak with her again, except in his own dreams. How he yearned for her, how he wanted her in his life again more than anything in the world. She was his beloved and he was once hers.

"One thing I do remember... before the calamity..."

"What?" Legend uttered roughly with emotion.

"You wanted to spend more time together... Let's do that. I want to get to know you again."

"Yes," Legend said his heart heavy with grief. "I would like that very much."

"One last thing... before I sleep," Wild said in a fading voice.

Legend wiped his eyes and nose, forcing himself to take a deep breath and regain some semblance of his shattered composure.

"Thanks for being there for me, through everything."

Thank you for everything, Link!

Legend smiled through the tears and the pain and he said it, he meant it with all his heart:

"It was my pleasure."

#been wanting to write this for a while #linked universe #lu wild #lu legend #Legend's Grace #whump #discussion of Wild's relationship with Mipha #legend/marin #miphalink #but not really

[lettucedloophole]

i think it's easier to agree with terfism in concept, that a woman is just an Adult Human Female and this is actually liberatory rather than regressive & confining.

but in practice, in terf spaces you'll find:

cis women sexually harassing each other (some even talked about wanting to rape women, but since they weren't Male it was a-ok. certainly not as much of a biggie as a trans woman peacefully existing online, anyway.) there is also so much shaming of formerly prostituted women, rf or not, & rape/dv victims.

weird racism and nazi shit! much like the rapey people mentioned above, while some terfs wouldn't outright support racism, they'd tolerate it and follow "white supremacist feminists" or "radical feminists" making anti-semitic jokes (cough cough. radfem hitler) some terfs thought they were weird privately but there was no move to push them out of terf spaces like there was with Transfem Lesbians Existing.

this is also racism & nazi shit... when women's march changed their logo, there was a huge backlash in terf spaces about how this silhouette–

–was male, or meant to be a trans woman. of course, a lot of people were like "that's racist because some woc have that nose type." i saw two responses to that argument-- 1), it was actually the brow bone which was male, so it wasn't racist, and 2) women's march did this on purpose to make terfs look bad (and? it worked lmfao.) i was shocked at just how openly, insanely regressive this was, and it illustrated a point to me about terfs-- they will throw women under the bus who look masculine (like, any woman who could've had that silhouette) to keep the trans moral panic fueled.

more on throwing masc (cis) & other women under the bus-- i saw terfs who'd spent time in those spaces for a while began to question if muscular women in wrestling were "real women" or if they were "a man pretending to be a woman." trans women were made fun of for their "male" features, which of course, weren't male specific. they mocked vaginoplasty & dilation to get to trans women, thereby also insulting the cis women who did those things (which, they seemed to either not know about or just didn't care.) at one point, a cis tirf was talking about her experience getting harassed as trans in the bathroom and a bunch of terfs ganged up on her to call her a liar. so, believe women until it goes against your political agenda i guess? and, for that bbc article on cis lesbians feeling pressured to sleep with trans women, they literally interviewed a cis lesbian who'd been accused of rape multiple times, including in bathrooms. but trans women are the actual rapists, right?

one thing that's very sad is how woc in these spaces will see things like, nazis coming to terf events and being Allowed to stay there and plead for the movement to change, as if... anyone cares about woc here? terfs don't care about masc or non-white women considering how their rhetoric negatively impacts both.

crazy amounts of terfs claiming they just care about trans people and don't want them to hurt themselves, thennn calling trans people mutilated freaks & posting pictures without consent, even of minors, of surgery results good and bad.

and concerning the last point, this is just some contradictory things i've seen in terf spaces concerning cis women & afab people, but really the transmisogyny should be enough to stop your support of it. even if terfs managed to liberate all afab people somehow, trans women's well-being is important by itself. i just think these contradictions i've seen personally work nicely to poke holes in terf ideology.

#radical feminism #trans inclusive radical feminism #ex-terf #ex terf #tirf #trans inclusive radfem #tw misogyny #tw transmisogyny #tw transphobia

[devotedlykoneshots]

KIM MINGYU: BEST WIFE EVER

Genre: 🔞 minors dni, established relationship, marriage au, best husband mingyu, smut

Word count: 2,906

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Beautiful would be one word to describe your current mood, that's how your husband made you feel.

He quite literally couldn't keep his hands off of you during the entire night, the dress in his words was made for you.

It hugged your figure just right and it wasn't too revealing , just how he liked it.

During the entire event his hands would be placed practically any and everywhere he could get his hands on.

Your thigh, back, arms, waist. Anywhere. Mingyu was a touchy person but not so much in public, definitely not like this.

"You like my dress this much?"you laugh softly as he placed his hands on your waist again and held your drink up to your lips.

He just smiled and leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

"l'm gonna like it a lot

more later, when you take it off"that made you cough, nearly choking on your drink and he smiles as he takes it from you and gulps down the remaining champagne you had.

"What do you say we get out of here?"he asked you and you nodded, he grabs your hand and pulls you along. Unbeknownst to you that you had a few pairs of eyes on you.

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"First time I saw you, you were fast asleep on the bus, clothes covered in paint, with a

kid on your lap."

"And yet you asked me out."- mingyu smiles fondly at the memory, chin rested on your shoulder at the memory and only pulling away when you stand up to turn to him.

His hands hold onto your hips and he smiles at you, you weren't expecting him to say what he said next.

"How about we have a kid of our own?"your eye widened, you didn't think you'd ever hear him say those words.

"Are you sure? Especially with everything going on right now? The company is just getting up and going"mingyu could see right past you, you were nervous about having a kid with him.

"I asked you remember"he reminded you and you nodded.

"Are you not sure?"he asked genuinely,you bite your bottom lip and move past him to sit on the bed.

"It's not that....I just, you don't think it's too soon?"you asked him and he takes a seat beside you, taking your hands in his own and you turn your body towards his.

"I wouldn't want anyone else to be the mother of my kids other than you and I can wait until you're ready"he said and you looked at him with wonder,you could never figure him out.

He never ceased to amaze you.

You thought he could never build his own company but he did that and so much more.

"Why?"you asked curiously and he chuckles, bringing your hand up and kissing your wedding ring.

"Because you're my wife and I love you"he reminded you and you pouted, you felt extremely lucky and a little emotional because of how lucky you were.

If everyone had a mingyu in their lives, the world would be a better place.

"I love you too"you said, pulling him into a kiss.

"I know, you make it your mission to tell me that.... everyday"he joke and you laugh as he pulls you into another kiss.

That night you fell asleep thinking about your future with mingyu and what it'd be like if you had kids.

His kids.

How many kids would he want anyway?

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You knew mingyu loved children but standing in the entry way of your kitchen and watching him entertain your nephew as they both sat on the floor, having a contest on who could color their spiderman drawing with the most colors.

You smiled until you got caught watching and mingyu smiled at you.

"Good morning"you greeted them both as your nephew turned and beamed up at you, you join them on the floor.

"Don't you have a meeting to attend?"you asked him as your nephew gets up and leaves to go play with his toys, not without rubbing it in mingyus face that he won and now mingyu owes him $15.

"That's what my assistant is for, I told her to take my place for the day and even gave her a raise"he tells you as you both get up from the floor and sit on the couch.

"I don't know how I feel about this assistant still"you voice your opinion, mingyu never gets mad at you for these thoughts of doubt.

He knows your past and you know his , he doesn't mind reassuring you that you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Thats because you read too much, you only see the bad side of marriages but you don't see the good"he tells you, you're a counselor and you deal with all different types of people's trauma.

That effects you wether you want to admit it or not.

"The ones that last decades"he brings you out of your thoughts.

"Do you trust me?"he asked , genuinely curious.

"Yes I just-"he cuts you off, taking your hands.

"You know me, I'm not like those men you write about in your books during your free time"he tells you and you close your eyes , nodding your head.

"I know"you said and he cups your cheeks, searching your eyes.

"Then you shouldn't let this assistant phase you because I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you"

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"So how is mingyu?"it'd been a while since you last saw your mother, especially with mingyu having so many events lately.

"He's good, great actually...he wants to have a kid of our own"as soon as those words came out of your mouth she let out a squeal.

"And what did you say?"she asked and you winced.

"I don't know"her smile dropped instantly and she almost wanted to smack some sense into you.

Quite literally.

"You don't know"she repeated, looking annoyed with you and you sighed.

"What if we don't work out after the baby?"you asked her and she rolls her eyes at you.

"You wouldn't have married him if you didn't think it'd work out"she tells you and you shake your head.

"A child complicates things"was your next excuse.

"It's not supposed to, a child is supposed to bring you together. It's the ultimate form of love, creating something beautiful with someone you love"she explained, she was a hopeless romantic but she was right.

"That's your work talking and everyone doesn't have the same experiences in relationships, you just get the bad end of the stick"she continues and you smiled softly.

"That's what mingyu said"you said and she leaned over the counter, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"I don't know if you know this but you've got one of the good ones and those are hard to find, don't push him into the arms of someone else"she said and your thoughts immediately went to his assistant.

"You think I should give him a kid?"you asked her and she smiles at you.

"I think you should listen to your heart, only you can make that choice and you know mingyu like no one else"she reminds you, just as mingyu had earlier that day.

"I hear that all the time, what if he changes?"you asked her and she gives you a look.

"Then you try again until you meet the right one and like I said, you've got yourself a gem and those are hard to come by"those words stick with you the rest of the day.

Were you pushing your husband away? Into the arms of his assistant at that?

Mingyu had to run into the office earlier during your lunch with your mother , so you rushed home to freshen up and waited for him to come home.

Actually you kind of went a little overboard, freshening up actually meant putting on some lingerie that you knew would drive him crazy and pulling on your robe on top of it.

That's how he finds you actually, standing in front of the fireplace and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest.

"Hey,what are you thinking about?"he asked and you leaned your head back on his chest.

"You,about how lucky I am and so many other things"you said, turning around to look at him.

"Care to elaborate on that?"he asked you, looking down at you and you shook your head before beginning to unbutton his pants.

"Not tonight"you said and bite your bottom lip, he runs his fingers through your freshly curled hair.

"Did something happen?"he asked and you nodded.

"I had a talk with my mom and she helped me realize how stupid I've been acting, how I've been neglecting you"you told him and he shakes his head.

"It's okay, I told you I can wait"he said and you shook your head, ripped open his shirt and smiled upon hearing him gasp before pushing him on the couch.

"No more waiting"you said and walked closer to him, pushing his legs apart and standing between them.

"Are you sure?"he asked and you took of your robe to reveal the lingerie, his jaw dropping and he bites his bottom lip.

"Holy shit"he said,leaned forward as he lets his lips and tongue lathe over your tummy and hips. He absolutely adored your curves.

"Let me make it up to you, I've been such a bad wife"you push him back against the couch and climb onto his lap, his hands place themselves on your hips.

"It's okay"he reassures you and you spit into your hand before slipping your hand into his pants, wrapping your hand around his half hardened cock.

"No, not to me"you visibly see him take a deep breath as you stroke his cock slowly, biting his bottom lip as he leaned his head back against the couch.

"Fuck-"he said and gulped,your lips place themselves on his neck as you licked and sucked the skin there.

"Shit- what's gotten into you?"he asked no one in particular.

"Just wanna show you I can be a good wife"you told him and move onto your knees in between his thighs, pulling the material down his legs and completely off.

You immediately go to grab at his boxers but his hands stop you, pulling you onto his lap.

"You haven't kissed me yet"he noted and you smiled at him, eyes searching his own.

"I can do that"you said and he grabbed the back of your neck.

"Kiss me"he said and you waste no time in kissing his lips,he moans into the kiss and guides your hips against his crotch.

You suck on his tongue and his hands grab two fistfuls of your ass, slapping the flesh and drinking up your moans that spill from your lips.

"Mingyu"you moan softly and he hums, grinding his hips up against your own and you whimpered. It's been awhile since mingyu has been this intimate like this.

"Let's go upstairs"he stands up with you in his arms and carries you to your bedroom, kissing your lips deeply as he found his favorite scented candles lit up around the room and his favorite flowers decorating the bed.

"You really went all out , didn't you?"he asked as he laid you on the bed gently, finally taking in your lingerie. It was a black sheer mesh bodysuit with ruffles and garter straps around your waist and thighs.

"Anything for you"you said and mingyu looked at you like he could devour you in that very moment.

"Don't just stare, it's all yours"his hands immediately went to your breasts and grabbed a hold of them, his mouth immediately suckling and licking your nipples through the material as he switches back and forth.

You gasp at the sudden pleasure that coursed through your body and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist and he quickly noted that you weren't wearing a bra or panties.

"All mine"he said dreamily, his mouth moving down to your heat and covering your pussy with his entire mouth as he licks you through the material.

He moans at the taste before ultimately pulling the material to the side and getting a taste directly from the source, your back arching and you cried out as he devours your pussy like a starved man.

Which in a way he was.

"Been so long"he moans before sucking your clit into his mouth and your back arching, he pins you down to the bed and hooks his arms around your thighs to hold you against his mouth.

"Fuck- you're gonna make me cum"that only motivated him to lick you more, pushing two fingers into your entrance and you squirmed underneath him.

"I'm gonna cum"you cried out weakly.

"I know, feels so good , doesn't it?"he asked and you nodded, knowing better than that by now that mingyu loves making you answer him when you're intimate together.

"So good"you gulp and he just thrusts his fingers into you quickly without a warning, waiting until you start cumming to lean down to lick and suck on your clit.

"Oh fuck-"your voice cracks once you feel his tongue on you once again, overwhelmed as your eyes roll back and he helps you ride out your orgasm.

"You look so pretty when you cum for me"he's back to sucking on your breasts through the material and it's not until you fully recover that you feel the presence of his bare cock running through your folds.

"Are you with me?"he asked,looking up at you and you nodded your head.

"You ready?"he doesn't wait for you to answer as he pushes into you slowly and your back arches, whining softly at the intrusion.

"Fuck- oh my god"you breathe, pushing at his lower abdomen but he keeps pushing inside of you until he's fully inside.

"You have this reaction everytime"he chuckles cockily.

"Shut up"you groaned and he chuckles, licking up to your earlobe and sucking softly.

"You first"he whispered into your ear before starting to thrust into you slowly and you cover your mouth with your hand.

"Oh fuck"his hand grips your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Look at me, focus on me"he said softly over the slapping of his hips gradually getting louder as he fucks you harder.

"Are you here?"he asked and you nodded, not too far gone....yet.

"Yes, fuck-"you cried out and looked at him again.

"You're the best wife, do you understand?"he stated, it wasn't a question.

"Yes, I understand"you said and he starts to pound his cock into you harder, drawing out the sweetest moans from your pretty lips.

"If I have to fuck every hole you have in every room in this house to fuck the doubt out of you then I will, I'm yours and you're mine"he took you by surprise when he said those words, forcing out yet another moan and you grip onto his arm tightly.

"Fuck-"you cried out and nodded.

"Okay! Okay!"you exclaim, almost forgetting what you were talking about for a second.

"No more doubts, no more second guessing yourself or me"he said and you nodded.

"Okay! I won't"you cried out.

"I love you"he said, sincerely and you let out a choked moan as he hit your sweet spot hard once he said that.

"I love you too"you whined and he grips the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him.

"Now, cum all over my fat cock"he said and you tried the arch your back but his grip was too strong.

"Look at me when you cum"he demanded and you dug your nails into his shoulder.

"I'm gonna cumming!"you cried out, not a second later and you're cumming all over his cock.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum"he cursed under his breath, moving to pull out but your hands slammed down on his ass and you shook your head.

"No! Inside!"you damn near sobbed.

"Fuck- are you sure?"he asked and you nodded.

"Yes please, stuff me full of your cum"you responded and he kisses your lips deeply.

"Yeah, You wanna be a mommy? Wanna be the best mother for my children?"he asked as he seemed to plow his cock into you harder, the bed banging against the wall with every thrust he made into you.

"Yes , yes fuck- yes"you sobbed and cling onto him for dear life, fingers leaving indents in his ass.

"Take it, take all of it"he groaned and moans deeply as he releases his seed deep into you and you whimpered at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck"he's spent,pulling out of you slowly and laying beside you. He pulls you back against his chest and wraps his arms around you.

"Best wife ever"you both laughed at his joke but you both knew mingyu wasn't joking, he loved you with every bone in his body.

You definitely found a gem among a sea of fishes.

#svt smut #mingyu smut

[pynkgothicka]

Ｐｕｍｐｋｉｎ ＫＴＨ

Synopsis - You meet a guy at the Halloween party and get without him without any secondhand thoughts. Halloween Special!!

Pairing - Dark! Shitty! Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings - GASLIGHTING, NONCON, shitty Taehyung, drug induced sex, acts of violence, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, DOMESTIC ABUSE

Authors Note - Fuck it Halloween special coming early. I’m going more lengthy and different fandom this go round. Please let me know if you guys would like more, I’m just in a hardcore bts phase rn lol.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“It's literally the party of the century! What do you mean you don't wanna go?!” Your friend fussed at you.

“I just don't like Halloween parties all that much, too much can happen so sudden you know?” You worried looking in the mirror at the angel costume she had brought for you. The dress was skin tight, showing your touching thighs, your angel wings small and itchy, all topped off with a small halo headpiece. “Plus no one is going to know me there…”

She wanted you to go to some random party, all because her boyfriend was going to be there, and she didn't want to arrive alone. “Come on, it's not going to be that bad! Trust me I'll stay by your side the entire time. You definitely know me!” She reassured you holding your shoulder. You smiled timidly at her and took a deep breath in.

“Fine.”

🎃

She left you as soon as you arrived, leaving you to standing on a nearby wall in the houses kitchen. You should've known not to trust her and and her empty words. You always fell for the same scheme.

It was a amazing hiding space from the drunks walking in and out getting shot after shot. Everything was loud and drowned out each anxiety filled thought the instant you thought it. These were all definitely older people, you being just a freshman in collage. How did she even get invited to this place.

You looked up and made direct eye contact with a pair of dark brown eyes. Your breath left your chest as a guy stared at you from across the kitchen, a beer bottle in hand. Once he realized you were definitely looking at him, he gave you a small smile. His face was almost perfect, thick brows, tanned skin, a small mole on the bottom of his perfect lip, and god a body you could love. He wore a pair black pants and a dark turtle neck sweater. On top of it all he had on a leather jacket, acting as if a cherry on top, bringing the entire look together. Everything about him had you flustered and looking away quickly. You couldn't help yourself though, sneaking glances.

One of the bulkier dudes at the party went up to him, dapping him and passing a lit cigarette, the guy in black taking it and puffing a cloud in the others face. The guy choked on the smoke and scowled at him. The guy laughed and continued to smoke, as if it was some small major victory. Something about him screamed pure danger, and you liked it. You just kept looking at the guy, and looking away.

While looking down, you saw foot steps approach you from afar. “Your way too pretty to be here by yourself.” It was the same guy from across the room now standing in front of you hands tucked in his pockets. He leaned on the wall next to you, pushing your body further into the cramped space. You looked off to the side, giving a small smile. You started playing with your hair like a school girl.

“You don't have anyone here to talk to do you?”

“No, not really.” You muttered looking back at him. He gave a small smile and placed a hand on your shoulder. His other flicked the burnt ash on the end of the cigarette.

“Well you can talk to me all night if you want, in fact I was just about to leave, this shit fucking sucks. You can come with if you like? This doesn’t look like your type of crowd.” He laughed leaning up puffing smoke in the most angelic of clouds towards the ceiling. You coughed and he snickered at you.

“I can’t, I don't even know your name. Nor your age… Plus my ride should still be here and I don't wanna scare her.” Its not like you didn't want to go with this elusive stranger, but you still had to be cautious. He seemed older than you, plus like you said, you didn't want to just magically disappear on your friend.

“Well that's easy to get out the way. My name is Taehyung, but my friends call me Tae. And she obviously didn't worry about you enough to leave you here with a bunch of drunks now did she?” He lead you away slowly his hand rubbing against your back. You saw her in the corner kissing up on some guy, she made eye contact and then looked at Taehyung. She winked at you before going back to kissing on her guy.

She probably wasn't even planning on bringing you home.

“I guess I can go with you…” You muttered being ambushed by a gust of cold wind, the front door opening wide. He showed you the way to his black motorbike, handing you his helmet. It was gorgeous, the black shimmering in the moonlight.

“I’m going to need you to hold on alright pumpkin?”

🎃

That night on forward he was yours, as you were his. He started off as one of your close friends, which turned into your boyfriend a few weeks later. Tae constantly had you moving, bringing you out on dates, going to his apartment, and even just taking you out. He loved to spoil his girl.

Today he just so happened to have brought you to the nearby mall. He bragged to his friends about spoiling you, its because of what you deserved in his opinion. Tae talked about how you brought out the best in him. Apparently he’s been caught up in some bad stuff, but he cuddled and whispered about how you brought him away from all that. Back down to planet earth.

You were deep in thought as, Taehyung came behind you with a giant white fur coat as you were going through the racks in the department store. “Wouldn't this look amazing on you? Come on try it on for me.” You giggled dropping your purse as Tae helped you put it on, the bottom of the coat nearly grazing the floor. “See I told you, y’ look stunning pumpkin.”

“Really?” You asked twirling around in the coat.

“Would I ever lie to you beautiful?” He asked catching your waist and hugging you, bringing you closer to him. He smiled at you, your heart warming at just how sweet he could be. You leaned up puckering your lips out, Taehyung doing the same, giving a small peck. “I’m going to go pay for this alright, you can go ahead and keep looking just in case.” You nodded giving him a small wave as he left, then heading way over to the accessories section of the store. The sets all adorned with gems. You jumped as a hand touched your shoulder.

“Hi there ma’am would you like to purchase anything!” It was a store clerk, the guy scaring you instantly.

“Jesus! You scared me! Uhh no sir, I’m just looking. I cant really afford this anyways.” You say putting up the set of jewelry. He picked up the necklace that went with it, showing it off to you.

“Yeah but its gorgeous don't you agree?” He said unhooking the latch. “You can try it on if you’d like?” You furrowed your brows thinking, well it wouldn't hurt. You nodded turning around to look in the small mirror. You watched as he put the necklace around your neck. Suddenly the clerk collapsed with a grunt, the necklace falling on the ground. You turned around quickly seeing Taehyung on top of him wailing at his face.

“Stop! Stop it Tae! Please!” You yelled pulling at your boyfriends back, but he didn't listen and just kept going. Blood flew everywhere.

“You wanna fuck my girl?! Huh!?” He picked up the guy the collar and dropped it back on the ground, the back of his head hitting the tiled floor. You watched as blood poured from his nose and lip.

“No man… I swear!” The clerk cried out. You kept trying to pull Tae off, but Taehyungs hand flew back into your cheek, making you collapse on the ground. You began to full on sob, your cheek throbbing now. You looked around you a crowd of shoppers surrounding the ordeal.

Taes head whipped around at the sound you sobbing. He quickly got off the barely breathing guy and helped you up. You pushed yourself away from him. “Stay away from me! Please!” You yelled walking past him and straight for the department stores doors. You will find your own way home, you couldn't spend another second of your day with that monster. You walked straight out the doors and onto the sidewalk leading to the bus stop.

“Pumpkin! Baby!” He chased after you, in which you turned around to face him.

“Go away you psycho!”

”He looked at you weird, what did you expect me to do?!”

”Not beat a man half to death maybe!?” You huffed out searching for your credit card.

“You haven't experienced the world like I have, the world is a fucked up place alright!? I just want you to be safe. And I did it the only way I know how to.” He grabbed at your shoulder, your shirt getting stained with the clerks blood. You froze, you really didn't know him, nor what he could do. Were you making the wrong decision when you decided to be with him? “I love you so much baby… I’m sorry alright… It wont happen again. It will never happen again.”

God he seemed so genuine…

“Fine… Lets just… get out of here okay.” You suggested Taehyung nodding. He handed you your bag with your new coat in it, you quickly putting it on.

Sometimes he was so sweet, you wished that sweetness could get rid of the bruise on your cheek.

🎃

A few days later, you stood outside his apartment, coming to surprise him with some left over Halloween sugar cookies. You knew how much he raved about them and really you just wanted to dial down for a bit.

You knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. You heard stumbling coming from the other side of the door and the door swung open to a drugged out Taehyung. His eyes were blood shot red, the room reeked of weed, and he was drenched in sweat.

You took in a deep breath, messing with your sweater sleeve. “I thought we could hang out for a bit… I brought cookies…” You mumbled not wanting to look at him. These were the moments that terrified you, the fear that he would go a-wall and hit you. After what happened at the mall, he seemed unpredictable.

And yet all he did was stare at you, pupils dilated, chest heaving.

“Yeah… Come in.” He stepped back into the apartment, leaving a open view of his usually pristine living space. The glass coffee table in front the sofa had a lighter and so much just mess everywhere.

God he was doing again. And you hated seeing him like this.

He sat down on the couch motioning for you to get close to him in which you did cozying up next to him, placing the cookies down on the table, moving some of the mess there. You gulped as he wrapped his arm around you breathtakingly tight. He leaned into your hair taking a deep whiff. “You smell so good baby.” His entire being smelled like weed, his breath reeked of it.

“Taehyung, you know I don't like the drug stuff…” You mumbled turning away from him. He sighed kissing the top of your head.

“Baby, pumpkin, I’m alright. I’m good. We’re good. I just really want to hold you right now.” His hand trailed to your thigh rubbing up and down. “And feel you, every inch of you.” He whispered into your ear, licking the rim afterwards. You shuddered pushing him away. He let go, having a surprised look on his face.

“I’m not playing with you right now, you keep saying your going to get off of them but you never do! I don't like what you become on them. In fact I don't like what you've become period! If I make you such a good person why can’t you act like it!!” You put your foot down for the first time ever with him. In which he didn't like, he didn't like that at all. Taehyung was never the guy to take any opposition.

“What are you going to do huh? Leave me? For what huh? You have fucking nothing.” He raised his voice standing up. he already towered over you when you were both standing up but this put you right at his crotch.

“I cant deal with this right now, I just wanted to have a good time like we used to have. Like after the party! That was nice Taehyung.” You stood up not bothering to even pick up the cookies, You just wanted to spend some time alone. You needed to cool off before continuing to take to him. “I’m going cool off. And don't follow me.”

“Don't you dare leave.”

You ignored him pushing past him and heading straight for the door.

“Take one more step and I swear-”

“Whatever Tae.”

You were almost there until you felt a punch to the center of your back. You collapse in pain doubling over. The breath was taken out from under your lungs and you looked up to Taehyung standing over you, sweat dripping down. “I told you to not leave. But you never seem to fucking listen huh?” He waited for you to get up on your own, coughing a wheezing. “Get up.”

“What… What was…” You didn't even get to finish as he pushed you against the door. He kicked you over to where you laid on your back, and he could get up close and personal. Taehyungs breath fanned over your face. His hair covered his eyes as he read your face.

His hands went to your sweater pulling it over your now tear stained cheeks, the eyeliner you put on running with the concealer. His hands went to your face smearing it all together all the while pulling at your cheeks and smiling, it was such a shame because you really wanted to look good for him. Not before all this, as he pulled you up by your arm and threw you into the door.

He just kept laughing and joking around. All the while banging you against the door. “You gonna act right huh?!” He yelled in your face, patting your cheeks. You nodded and he just repeated himself getting louder and louder. “What are you crying for huh? You don't have to cry, your alright,” he let out a wheezed out laugh, “We’re alright! See!” he harshly went down, pinning your legs to the door. He pulled up your skirt, teeth hooking in your panties yanking them down. Tae started to let out a small dry laugh, rubbing at your folds. “I just have to give you exactly what you need.” He murmured into you cunt.

Tae attached himself to you instantly. His tongue was deep within you, scooping out your hole. He murmured into your slit how beautiful you were, eyes looking dead as he ate you out with so much vigor. You pushed against his forehead trying to get him off you. “Tae! Stop! Stop it!!” You cried out trying to wail against his head. He snarled at you pushing you into the door further, opening your folds to get deeper into you.

Its not like hes not done this to you before, its just different now… hes rabid, and starved.

He pulled himself off of you, licking his way to your lips. You turned your head to the side, not wanting Tae to keep going. “Fucking look at me!” He yelled at you, moving your head back to where he was kissing you. The entire time you could see him move to slide off his sweat pants, his white T shirt coming off mid kiss. His cock shot up hitting against your legs, pre leaking.

Tae grabbed at your legs, hiking them up on the dips of his hips. He lined himself up with your ate out entrance. Your legs were sore, making you just dangling as he pushed himself in slowly. His head fell back as he embraced your warmth. He pushed you into the door beginning to thrust harshly into you. He licked at your neck, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He bit into your neck bruising it slightly, sucking hickies into your neck. You hated the sound of him fucking you relentlessly.

And you just allowed him to do it, why did you?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in this cunt…” He mumbled grabbing your ass.

“Please…. Please pull out. That's all I want please…” Tae leaned his forehead onto yours, his drugged out red eyes looking into yours. His weed stained breath breathing heavily into your face. He shushed you for about the thousandth time that night. He sped up finally emptying himself deep inside you. He groaned and finally stopped carrying you back to the couch, sitting down first. He was still deep inside you.

“Just let me chill out… I wanna go again… Grab that and my lighter for me.” You did as he asked handing him the rolled blunt. He held it in his mouth, nudging his head for you to light it. In which you did with no questions asked. He took a deep breath bringing his lips to yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth before kissing you deeply.

“Shit I love you so much…”

You stayed silent.

“Say it back.”

“I… I love you too Taehyung…”

“Mmm you better…”

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #tw gaslighting #yandere bts #yandere kim taehyung #dark bts #kim taehyung #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #tw violence #tw abuse #tw drugs #tw noncon #KTH #kth fanfic #Spotify

[bashfullove]

❦I Died With You❦

❦Summary: the gang is over, Arthur has died, after finally arriving at John's and Abigail's doorstep, you realize how much you will now struggle without Arthur

❦Pairing: Arthur Morgan x F.Reader

❦Warnings: established relationship, no comfort what so ever, days after Arthur's death, mentions coughing of blood, character death

❦Notes: hehe >:) (we're acting like I didn't literally start crying while writing this, alright?) This is also fairly short I apologise

The crickets chirped their melody, the creakiness of the front door opening being barely heard over the never ending chirping. As quiet as a field mouse, you walk out of John's and Abigail's house on the farm. Uncle's snoring is heard even from outside but it's become white noise compared to the words in your head right now. The balled up piece of paper is tossed to the ground, a letter that you wished you could address but you never would.

You had once enjoyed the quiet and peacefulness of the night but now it was just a cold reminder of loneliness. The dry ground below you with the dead grass crunches, moths flying in the air, lured in by the lantern by the door. Looking up at the full moon, you used to love staring at it, knowing that he could see the same moon. It was special, a reminder that no matter how far, you could still be close with such a simply, maybe foolish, gesture.

Maybe living so close to someone who reminded you so much of him wasn't helping your grieving process, you could barely even utter his name without feeling yourself fall apart. The hat now on John's head the cruelest of reminders. The hat that once would be upon your head as a joke, the sound of his laughs when it would tip over your eyes.

Blaming yourself had been your worst trait lately, maybe if you did something better, or just done more. Spent more time with him or took the Thomas Downes job for him. He deserved to still be here, you wanted to take his place, you wanted to be the one who felt their lungs slowly start to fail, all if it meant that he would get one more day. One more ride, one more duel, one more sunrise...

"I'd rather die in the next hour than go a million lives never knowing you."

The words haunted you since the day you parted, the day you watched him get on the horse for his last ride. You never thought yourself important to anyone until he came into your life, he was the air that you breathed but now there is no air.

But you’d hold tightly onto those last grains of dust, desperate to keep any shred of his memory close to you. Even if most of the memories now were of his suffering, the days you spent just holding him as he suffered. Combing his hair from his sweat ridden forehead, rubbing his back when he would be coughing and wiping his mouth later of the blood, attempting to catch him before he could fall on the ground hunched over.

“What have you done to me, Arthur Morgan,” you said. The words were demanding but were hollow when paired with the sob that tore through your throat. You walked across the front yard of the house, eyes glued to the moon and the sky. You hadn't said his name since you parted from him on that mountain. Saying his name just meant more pain and more memories of the man that you once loved, and still did love.

“Have I truly lost it all? Is there any kind of up from all of this?” you whispered, a sad smile tugging on your lips and a whisper of a laugh leaving your mouth. You sniffled and cleared your voice, "I suppose not."

Unfinished conversations with Arthur still spoke words, letters that you wrote him daily now only a balled up corner in your room that he would never see. You couldn't even say your heart was breaking anymore, it didn't exist. His last breath took your heart with him to wherever he could even be now. You wished to believe that he had someone became better, that he would show up on the doorstep, that him dying was nothing but a cruel dream. But reality was cruel, he wouldn't ever come and surprise you, not anymore.

A part of you died with him that day, anyone who had known you before his death could see it.

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[fivewholeminutes]

so. wembley.

Once I have finally gathered my wits the words did not want to stop coming. This rambling is long; apologies for that. And for the messed up tenses I hate tenses we only have one past tense why is English like this

No photos/videos yet, they are still not properly checked/deleted/edited by me.

It was. Unsurprisingly. One of the best days of my life. But also, I don't remember much from my life, so don't trust me on this one. (Kidding, it totally WAS one of the best days of my life). And uhh... I have a problem with processing events and emotions, so it still feels like I have seen it on a TV screen instead of, you know, actually, physically having been there? Idk how to explain that, I still have to convince my brain that I've been there. I feel detached from it completely. But!! I!! Have!! Been!! There!!

I woke up so early that foxes were still roaming the streets. Didn't talk much with people around me in the queue (hello anxiety), but they were lovely! I signed the blue flag for iii from me & Lia, got the sticker for Projekt Atlantic, received some bracelets, exchanged some bracelets, put some sea creatures tattoos on people (LIA I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU THE WHALE!!!), slept on a pavement, bought merch for myself and others (I've never had anyone to buy concert merch for before, it's such a nice feeling 🥺).

And queueing for so long was so fucking worth it! Third row, baby!! For the first time in the middle!! (Which was my downfall later, but the pre-show me was not aware of that just yet). I couldn't actually hear HEALTH that well, but I really liked their drummer, he was enjoying himself and his joy was contagious. (I've checked them later though and. Last album, my beloved.) During the break, well, you all know what was happening, I have been liveblogging everything (sorry about that <3). The moment someone in the crowd literally screeched when they saw the new masks on instagram was a blessing, I wouldn't have survived seeing them in new masks without a warning. Also, my blind ass would probably realise 3 songs in that they have different masks, I shit you not. Besides, it was super fun having a mental breakdown here on tumblr with y'all <3

When Espera entered the stage, everything else stopped being of any importance to me. I remember my first thought was "oh yeah, sure, the ladies are dressed up and moving like this and you expect me to focus on anything else that is happening on this stage?". And of course, my second thought was "I GOTTA TAKE PICTURES FOR DARYA". Naturally, I was trying to keep up with everything else anyway. I haven't seen ii all too well though and it makes me sad :( Alas. I've had a good vantage point for the ladies. Yeah. Brain went brrrrr every time I was looking at them. Where was I again-

I was still coughing at that time. I got a terrible coughing fit after literally 3 short screams during HEALTH and my idiot ass has left all the lozenges except one in the hotel room an hour before the door opening. I thought I would have to spend the rest of the night not singing along nor screaming and felt utterly heartbroken for a few minutes, but after my Holy Grail Lozenge (and a LOT of water from the venue's crew) my cough has abandoned me for the duration of the whole ritual (thank you, Sleep). Even though, when Sam told us that we have to sing, my only thought was "I CAN'T FUCKING SING EITHER, MATE". But I did. Oh, I so fucking did. I sung my lungs out and did not cough even ONCE.

But you know. I was exhausted, anxious, surrounded by strangers and had more sugar in my veins than red cells at that point, so I wasn't my best self. I really thought the karaoke was for shits and giggles at first. "Oh yeah, it's The Most Popular Song, let's see how it sounds when 10k people sing it without the singer's help!", you know. Thought it was for the recording the announcements warned us about. But then we sung Granite. Ohhhkay. And then The Love You Want - certainly not a song they would leave for an impropmtu singalong. It was then that I (belatedly) realised that yeah, something really was wrong and so my heart broke again. So many preparations! Their biggest gig so far! Even iii managed to be there! And something had to happen!! Specifically!! To Vessel!! Of all people!! That was just not fair. He totally didn't deserve this. But it's just life and its endless fucking bad surprises for everyone, huh.

I didn't have enough time to collect all the broken pieces of my heart from the sticky floor and mend them after this realisation, because after Vessel joined the singing for the last few lines of TLYW, he dropped to his knees in front of us crying and thanking everyone. That sight is now carved into my brain. This is when I realised the 3rd row was a mistake. The psychic damage it gave me is irrevocable. Do you have those moments that you will never forget? A few seconds of an (usually traumatic) experience that will haunt you forever, replaying in your mind like a broken record? It was a bit like this for me. It wasn't traumatic, mind you, but it was definitely something that made a permanent dent in my heart and a home in my brain. And I wouldn't change it anyway.

Another thing that made me think that I will just fall down and never get up was iii & iv's hug. It was. So full of love and reassurence. Idk, you could just feel that emitting from them, okay? I was standing there thinking "yeah sure, just fucking murder me tonight instead, okay. Should've kept staring at Espera only-". Ah yes. The ladies. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Where was I again-

The goosebumps when the whole venue yelled "they won't be missing you" during Nazareth, oh my fucking god. On my previous rituals, in way smaller venues, there's always been a handful of people screaming it. And everyone doing it? Unparalleled feeling. Bordering on the shrimp emotions scale.

The lights were spectacular. I cannot describe how amazing the light show was. I am sending a kiss to each and every light crew member.

Also, Vessel being more emotional during the ritual as a whole. The TLYW moment was the worst for me, but there were many others. (Ascensionism and Bloodsport stabbing me with a rusty knife the most.) I mean, who could've blamed him for the emotions, he would probably be very emotional even without the voice issues. Who wouldn't be!! It was a big night, after all. God, it must have been so difficult for him, I really, really fucking hope the love coming from his bandmates, crew and the crowd was enough to help him focus on the good parts of the evening only. And!! It wasn't even that bad!!! Sure, he lost his voice for a while, but once it was back you could!! Barely!! Hear!! The difference!! I have a whole new level of respect for Vessel because of that. And for staying onstage with us for the songs he couldn't sing. Didn't know I could respect him even more than I already did, but hey. Love being surprised like that. I have seen concerts where the singers were singing way worse live while being completely healthy. Like sure, you could notice he's not using so many uhh, how do you call this in English, vocal ornamentations??? and that his voice is strained, but it was still beautiful. Take care of your voice now though, dude, jfc. Thanks for the sacrifice, much appreciated, but TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU- (kidding, kidding. or am i.) I also liked that he was leaving the more screamy moments in songs for us. Aiming the microphone at us, positive we'll have his back. Like yeah, yeah, other bands do that relatively often, but it's not something they usually do, you know.

I can't vouch for everyone in the crowd, but I sure as fuck did not have a SINGLE thought that the show sucks because of his voice issues. Like it didn't even occur to me. Honest to god. I was shocked when I saw on tumblr that people were leaving? Asking for a refund????????????? I was having the time of my life singing those songs. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, probably!! Who can say they karaoked whole 3 songs with the band playing for them live?? Your local karaoke bar could never. (Bonus points, you could hear Espera better bc of that! Yes, I know, you are not supposed to hear backing vocals too loud in general, I'm just saying it was nice hearing them, bc usually I hear them on recordings only.)

Yeah, sure I was disappointed after the show that there was no Euclid, but that's just me, a total whore for Euclid. It's a completely different thing than being a bitch who leaves halfway, because something out of the ordinary has been happening.

Anyways. I would like to wish all the crowdsurfers a very fuck you. Hope you will all step on a lego every day for the rest of your lives <3

Crowdsurfers and constant giving away of water (which I understand, it was terribly hot there and it was needed) were a bit distracting, I missed some things because of the commotion, the drum solo has been disrupted by me getting a (fortunately very light) kick in the mouth and DRUM SOLO IS SACRED. I HOPE THE CROWDSURFER WHO DECIDED TO GO UP IN THAT MOMENT WILL STEP ON 3 LEGOS DAILY. IT'S LITERALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE RITUAL FOR ME AND THEY HAVE RUINED IT. Thanks to another crowdsurfer, I missed the moment the band was throwing stuff into the crowd and I promised Lia I will catch a pick/drumstick for them!!!!!!! I've had a banner for this occassion and all!!!!! And!!!!! For the whole time things were flying from the scene!!!! I have been under someone's legs and ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Side note: Vessel was throwing away his rings. That's so fucking cool, ahh.

All in all, half of the things that happened there, I've learned from tumblr. The announcements about the recording, people leaving, Vessel being covered in runes (I WAS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE HIM AND DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING. A N Y T H I N G. I HATE BEING A BLIND IDIOT), the Espera ladies laughing at iii for not coming to the photo, hell, even Vessel trying to get his attention. I have NO idea what I've been doing back then, it's a blur again lmao. And. The most important thing: Vessel's "thank you". I didn't catch it back then. I don't hear it on my recording. Tbh I couldn't believe y'all for a long while that it really happened (I'm sorry). But it did and you know what? I'm glad the broken pieces of my heart were left on the arena's floor earlier during the show. I don't want them anymore.

I would also like to thank that one security guy in huge headphones who was our warning that another fucking crowdsurfer was coming our way. I hope the headphones guy's pillow is always cold on both sides, his skin clear, his crops- and so on. Our hero <3

There was also a moment during Atlantic (another important moment disrupted. Smh) where 2 security persons dived into the crowd?? I still have no idea what was happening, bc if someone faints for example, they are always brught to the barricade by the crowd and security picks them up, I've never seen security getting into the crowd before. And because of that, people around me were talking loudly during Atlantic. Kill kill murder kill

Still, Projekt Atlantic was a huge success and I am so proud of the organisers!! They're in the same category of lovely people as the big headphones security guy

Sending a kiss to @murderofcrow for this gif 🖤

To sum up. I will forever be grateful for this band. This music has activated the dormant parts of my mind. I am making art again. I am meeting cool people because of them. I have people to talk about it with who are as excited about it as I am. For the first time in ages I really feel alive again. And life is not good, far from it, to be completely honest with you, they haven't magically fixed all my problems, but I do have something that actually fucking works on me. I know Vessel wouldn't agree, but they are saving people. And you all, lovely ST pocket of tumblr motherfuckers who are reading this, you are saving people too.

And, last but not least!! In hot pink, because I can! Thanks to this ritual I could finally meet @vesselsscarlet and @thevenomousseprent in person!!!!!!!!! I love you guys, you are amazing and I can't wait to see you again 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 You've made me feel so loved that weekend and it's something I haven't felt in a while!!

#it was surprisingly hard to write #took a lot of editing and rewriting whole paragraphs and it's still not a proper description of everything i wanted to say #i don't know how to talk about emotions #and i have. a lot of them since wembley #a word of advice: attend concerts. beg for money for them from your family members sleep in tents during rain #or in hostel rooms filled with random people #go for gigs without a place to sleep and spend 4hrs waiting for your bus home in a local mcdonalds #watching drunk guys split their eyebrows on the stairs there #(not now tho now we're boycotting macdonalds #but there are other places open 24/7) #go to gigs alone #but by god. go to them if you are able to and if your health allows you to go #(and yes it is coming from someone with anxiety. i wouldn't travel or sleep in a tent alone for anything else trust me) #it is always worth it. ALWAYS #sleep token

[trashcanfanfics]

Hey! Hope you're having a great day! Any chance you could do something for Ford x Reader (Gravity Falls). Maybe something where they see each other for the first time after he comes out of the portal? Thank you!

there's 2 ways this could go: you 2 meet for the first time when he steps out of the portal, or you were in a relationship beforehand and see each other for the first time in decades when he comes out of the portal. guess which one I chose :)

You shielded your eyes from the bright light of the, now destroyed, portal. Someone stepped out. Your eyes adjusted and you looked in confusion. What was going on? God, you knew Stan wasn't who he said he was to the kids, to anyone. You knew he wasn't Stanford Pines, but you didn't know he was doing something this insane. What the absolute fuck was going on?

"What, who is that?" Dipper's voice voiced your collective confusion. Stan didn't even look back at him, he kept rubbing his sore head and looking at the figure now nearing him.

"The author of the journals," Stan's response was full of awe, "my brother." We all looked in shock at him. You couldn't believe it. Was that really...? Mabel broke the two seconds of silence.

"Is this the part where one of us faints?" Her wide eyed expression didn't change, or even look at Soos as he replied that he had it covered and fell back on the ground. You rushed over to make sure he was okay, fanning his face. The shock of the whole situation sunk in as you frantically tried to occupy yourself with anything other than the person that came out of the portal. With any luck, he wouldn't have noticed you and you could slip away without talking to him.

A small fight between the elderly twins about the portal was the background to your screaming thoughts. How? Why? Didn't he think about the consequences if things went terribly? More than they did, in your personal opinion? Soos woke up in time for Mabel to squeeze a backstory out of Stan.

The story was one you'd heard before, from the other perspective. The tale of two little boys who grew up and had to go their separate ways. One didn't want to, and it caused a terrible accident that ruined the other's dream. It was a moving story, you cried when you thought about it too long. Maybe that was other feelings tied into it, you couldn't be sure.

Ford introduced himself to the kids and Soos, before looking at you. You stared at each other for a moment. A part of you felt ashamed, you were older now, no spring chicken. Many a wrinkle graced your face, and while you normally would be proud to show them off, this was different. You should have worn a nicer cardigan.

"Y/n?" Ford looked at you like he expected you to be literally anywhere else. "Is...What are you doing here?" You flushed at the way your name rolled off his tongue like it used to all those years ago. He still had that effect of you. How embarrassing.

"Wait! You know each other?" Dipper looked at you in awe. Mabel gasped and ran over in between you both with her hands clasped together. You raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Another backstory? Yes, please!" She made herself comfortable on a random piece of debris nearby. "Go on, I'm listening." You huffed and rolled your eyes at her antics. Ford was still staring at you, everyone was now.

"Oh boy." You sighed and looked off in another direction. "We met in college." You waited a moment, hoping that that would be it. Mabel groaned and motioned for you to continue. "Fine, fine. We met in college and he was in a class I was taking. We graduated having only said maybe two words to each other--"

"Fourteen." Everyone looked at Ford. He coughed and looked away from you for the first time since he realized you were here. "Fourteen words." A giddy feeling bubbled in your chest. He counted the words you said to each other? And remembered the number all this time?

"Having said fourteen words to each other." You looked to Mabel as you corrected yourself. "I traveled across the world for a few years, then across the country for a few more years. My degree was in folklore, and I minored in literature, so I was traveling to gain as much experience in living in the areas of creatures I was most interested in to write my own story. I'd heard about Gravity Falls and how strange it was, so naturally I drove as fast as I could to get here.

"I was living in a little cabin of my own on the edge of town, close enough to the grocery store, but far enough to not be seen by anyone who wasn't looking. Private, but still part of the community. The environment where folktales are cultivated is very important, you know. So I was walking in the forest to really get a feel for the environment. I'd already seen many a creature that existed here, and I was cataloguing them all, just as I'd done wherever else I went.

"Yes, creatures from folktales and legends exist outside of this town." You held up your hand before Dipper was able to form his question. "As I was walking, I heard other footsteps, so I went to investigate. I originally thought it was another creature to get acquainted with, so I was excited. When I moved the foliage out of the way, I saw Ford in quite the predicament. He had gotten himself caught up in a rare, and very pointy, vine. By the time I'd gotten him free, it was already very dark and his cabin was farther than mine, so I let him stay the night with me. We got to know each other and the rest is history." You shrugged as you spared a glance back at Ford. He gaze was back to you, almost dazed in the awed expression. Stan rolled his eyes in the background.

"That's all well and dandy, but what about the way you've been looking at each other?" Mabel threw her hands up. Soos joined in as he crossed his arms.

"Yeah, I wanna know about the 'history' part!" Soos furrowed his brows. You huffed a laugh and went to hobble over to your own piece of debris. Ford took a step in your direction to follow before thinking better of it. You groaned as you sat down. The pain of being thrown into a wall catching up to your aching bones.

"Tough." You popped some of your back and sighed. Stan picked up your cane and handed it to you. You smiled at him and took it. "Besides, we have more pressing things right now."

"They're right, the place is surrounded by federal agents." Dipper sighed. "How are we supposed to get outta here?" No sooner had he said that had the agents heard you all.

"Oh dang, I was so spellbound by the stories that I forgot about those dudes!" Soos flung his arms dramatically up into the air. Dipper gasped., declared Soos a genius and pulled out the memory eraser.

Ford was able to get rid of the agents and everything was fine. You decided to let Ford and Stan have their time together. A small goodbye to the kids and Soos, and you were off. You waved to Stan as you went for the door. Ford caught you as you were going down the rickety steps.

"Wait. Can I please know the answer to my question." He held your shoulder with one of his hands. "What are you still doing in Gravity Falls? I thought you left." It took you a moment to formulate a response.

"I did, but it felt...weird. To not be here." You looked into his eyes. "To just leave you in the state I did. I knew something was wrong, and I should have stayed." You pat the hand on your shoulder and picked it up to hold it properly.

"Why, after all these years, are you still here. You knew I was gone, didn't you?" He sighed when you nodded. "Then why?" A sad smile curved your lips as you looked at your joined hands. You let it go gently.

"I think that's enough backstory from me today." You turned back towards the direction of your cabin. "Goodbye, Ford, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. Hopefully." You mumbled the last bit to yourself as you made your way to your thanfully-in-shape car and drove back to your little home. A giddy feeling mixed with bitter-sweetness filled your chest. You hoped you could see him again.

#gravity falls x reader #ford pines x reader #trashcan answers you

[romanarose]

Life update if anyone cares.

I only post this bc i was posting my depressing shit for months and a lot of people were reaching out in concern <3

cw sever depression, self harm, suicide, csa, SA, all the bad. but also lots of good <3

TLDR: Despite a god-awful semester, i got all a's and b's

Everyone thats been following me the last few months has seem my personal posts about how fucking awful things have been for me.

I've dealt with fact I can no longer deny that what happened to me was CSA, despite being on a milder side of things. That sparked an absolutely spiral. I didnt sleep for months which made things worse. School, I got an F on a midterm and i NEVER get F's on writing assignments.

Work had its complications and i quit and then rescinded that quit two days later. I was so constantly depressed in my dorm my roommate literally told me i needed to go to the basketball game with them bc i was sitting in a depression hovel none stop. I only went to services twice this whole time, one shabbat and once for Rosh Hoshannah.

I burned the ever living fuck out of my fingers, yall remember that one? lol.

In novemeber i had relapsed so severely on self harm i thought i had accidentally killed myself. I should've called 911. I thought I was bleeding out and/or going into shock. I then worked myself up more by going down pages of the internet about medical shook and people dying from it. that did not help my heart rate. I couldn't stand, I couldnt see straight for a while.

I could not afford an ambulance or a hospital stay as i am uninsured and only ork 25 hours a week. not a lot of money.

All this happened and I didn't miss work. This is not a brag, this is me not being able to makegood choices for myself.

Finally, thanksgiving break hit. Thank fucking god. I WANTED to use those 4 days of absolutely nothing to get to my TWO BIG RESEARCH PAPERS I HADNT STRTED YET but alas, I was SICK. I was so sick, in fact, and so hoped up on cough medicine for 3 days i was incomprehensible.

I was so physically ill, i couldnt even think about how mentally ill i was. I slept and slept and slept. And by the time sunday hit, I felt so recharged.

My failed midterm was so bad and so not me my professsor reached out to me. Im close with him (in a v appropriate way lol, hes a bruce springsteen fan too) and i felt comfortable telling him essentially that for a few months there things were severe, and I really should've gone in for a 72 hour hold multiple times and i was not safe. through a few lines of resources, I ended up back in therapy bc my school added a new therapist that is a woman (i stopped going last year bc i didnt like seeing a man)

I like my new therapist.

Anway, in about 2 weeks I wrote 2 12 page research papers, 2 book report papers, 1 science paper did 2 presentations, took 2 finals, wrote 2 more finals with essay questions, and at the end of it all, not only did I not fail any classes...

I GOT ALL A'S AND B'S! Which means my gpa is still high enough to renew my scholarship for my last year

I am so fucking proud of myself for accomplishing all this despite suffering so fucking badly. I havnt felt pain like that in years, just agony.

I had a down turn again over christmas bc my siblings were literally ass, upto and including making fun of me for not ating (i am multiple accounts of sexual trauma from several people, so im scared of dating), making fun of my eating, and my sister slapping me and my older brother hitting me. Was a bad time. But for right now, im in the place im staying for break (all january) im back at my old day care and they love me, and olive garden at this store has been going great

Im hoping next semester to be better, im hopful at least

Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who has supported my writing has supported me through these times. It makes me happy that i came her to share my silly little moon knight x reader series, not really intending on writing a whole lot, but next thing i know, i have friends and a lil community. so thank you <3

#romana personal posts #cw suicide #cw self harm #cw csa #cw sa

[writethrough]

Do you ever think about what Billy’s love languages would have been if he was ever actually shown any amount of love in his life instead of abuse, abandonment and trauma? I feel like physical touch is a no brainer but also acts of service 🥲 simple things like holding his hand and making him breakfast would be unfathomable to him ugh I have so much sadness for his character and all the what ifs..

Can I go back and rewrite the ending of S3 and give him a redemption arc and a happy ending?!

You don’t understand how much I think about him and his love languages!😆

Of course, physical touch is his primary one, and I can absolutely see acts of service as well! Perhaps I should break it down from most to least important to Billy…

Physical Touch

The first time you pulled him into a hug he was tense, then he melted when you started rubbing his back. It was hard for him to pull away—from your warmth, your scent, from the way you fit against him. After that, whenever he saw you, he hugged you, and when you finally got together? All bets were off.

He always has to be touching you. A hand on your back or around your waist. His finger interlocked with yours, an arm around your shoulders, your thighs touchings, literally any type of physical contact he can think of.

But for all the times he initiates contact, his favorite is when you do it. When you touch his back to move around him, or hold his arm when you're walking downtown, or when you nuzzle into his neck when you're watching a movie. Even when you're pissed at him, you wrap your pinky around his for a few seconds, enough for him to know that he didn't mess up and that you still love him—that you're still there.

Acts of Service

Billy's not used to anyone doing anything for him. He's had to fend for himself for most things—had to protect himself. So, when one day he complains to you that his favorite shirt split at the seam, you sewed it back together. And when you told him as much, he didn't know what to say.

He whispered a "thank you" after a few moments, still in disbelief, but you waved it off and kissed him on the cheek.

He does a lot for you, too. You still remember when you caught a bug that was going around and he came to check on you with medicine, soup, tissues, and so many cough drops you still have some left. And once you fell asleep, he did the dishes that were in the sink and tidied up your apartment. He didn't say a word about it, so when you were finally feeling like you could move and left your room, you were surprised to see your place how you like to keep it.

"Did you do this?" you asked.

He shrugged. "It wasn't a big deal."

"Thank you."

He kissed your temple. "You never need to thank me."

Words of Affirmation

Billy didn't receive a lot of affirmations when he was growing up (to put it nicely). So, it took some time to get used to your compliments. Sure, he'd got a lot from the girls in high school and the guys were always quick to kiss his ass, but with you, you actually meant the things you said.

There's always a tiny shiver that goes through him when you compliment his looks, or when you greet him with "Hey, handsome." And hearing you say that you love him is one of his all time favorite things. But his favorite? When you say you're proud of him.

Quality Time

This was a toss up between Words of Affirmation, but I feel like he’s used to people wanting to be around him for their own desires, but not because they’re genuinely interested in him.

So, when you come around he’s thrown off. You actually want to spend time with him because you actually enjoy his company. You want to just be near him without getting anything in return. And it makes him crave your companionship more.

If you aren't near him, it's like he's missing a limb. He has the most fun when you're around. He laughs the hardest, smiles the biggest, and there's contentedness within him. You sooth his soul and make his rocky waves calm.

He knows that if he's spiraling or having a bad day, he can come over and sit beside you in complete silence. That you'll let him be with his thoughts until he's ready to talk to you. Hell, you spent an entire day sitting in the same room in different chairs reading, and it's in his top favorite days he's ever had with you.

Receiving Gifts

The last time Billy received a gift was from his mom. He keeps that ring on his person at all times. And to be honest, he feels unworthy and a little guilty when you give him things. That cassette he's been wanting, a sweatshirt when it gets too cold, and then there was the earring.

You'd bounded through the door with so much enthusiasm, it instantly made him smile. You sat beside him and pulled at a little box, shoving it in his hands.

"I thought we could match," you said.

His brow furrowed, then he opened it. Inside was a set of little gold hoops, much like the silver one he had.

You waited for him to answer, growing more nervous the longer he took. Maybe he didn't want to wear the same jewelry as you. Maybe he thought it was too much.

He plucked one out of the box and gestured for you to turn your head.

When you did, he slid the earring through your ear, then fit the other into his.

He pinched your chin between his fingers and pulled you in for a soft kiss.

"So you like it?" you asking, grinning.

He kissed you again. "Love it."

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy brainrot #billy brain rot

[dotster001]

In Your Eyes

Summary:Asmo x gn!reader Asmo is desperate for his charm to work on you.

You knew it bugged Asmo that he couldn't charm you. He knew he didn't need to, he had your heart already, but it still bugged him.

You tried to make up for it by giving him all possible love and affection so that he could never doubt your love, but you knew that whatever he dealt with deep down to make him insecure about not being able to charm you could not be fixed overnight.

What you didn't know was that he had been practicing.  On literally any demon he could. He'd been on a private quest to slowly increase his charm so that he could be able to use it on you. He trusted you! He really did! But he couldn't stop that small part of him from worrying.

The day you found out, he was practicing on Solomon. You had walked in on them, Asmo's eyes glowing pink and Solomon standing slack jawed staring directly into them.

Charmed Solomon had reached out to push a lock of Asmo's hair back when you gave a small cough. The enchantment immediately broke as Asmo looked at you fearfully.

"This isn't what it looks like!!!" He hastily ran to you and clutched tightly at your hands. "I'm not cheating on you, Solomon was just helping me practice."

You raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Practice what?"

Solomon gave a mischievous grin, "yeah, Asmo, practice what?" 

Asmo gave him a withering glare. "Oh look at you mister high and mighty. You practically begged me to practice on you!"

"Practice what!" You threw your hands in the air, startling Asmo.

He looked hesitant. Then, cautiously, " I was practicing my charm. I want it to get stronger."

He paused there. You sighed and asked, even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer,  "why would you want it to get stronger?" 

He bit his lip, and suddenly could no longer make eye contact with you. You waited patiently, knowing it would have to come out eventually.

He ended up mumbling something that sounded a little like, "mdhcksmsncjckdmmsnxjsj" 

Solomon said helpfully, "I don't think they caught that."

With another glare, Asmo burst out, "I want my charm to work on you!"

"Asmo I…"

"I know you love me. I do. But…. it's hard to be sure when for so long all anyone has seen me as is the avatar of lust. If I could get it to work on you one time, just once, I can hear your deepest thoughts and desires, and then I would feel certain."

You looked at him, weighing your options. Solomon added, "He's gotten a lot stronger at it. I'd built up a resistance to it, but now that's gone."

You sighed. "Alright, Asmo, give it a try."

He looked both excited and nervous as he led you to a chair. Once you were comfortable, he gently took your hands and whispered, "Just look into my eyes darling, it'll be alright."

So you did, and suddenly you felt a fog fill your mind. Your body felt heavy and sluggish, and you couldn't hold onto a coherent thought. That is, until you heard a voice. It sounded familiar, but you had no idea whose it was or where it came from. 

It whispered, "tell me how you feel about me."

Then you heard another voice answer, "I love you unconditionally, and more than life itself."

Then the world abruptly came crashing back onto you. You felt a wave of nausea hot, and when you tried to move you felt dizzy. When you could process your surroundings, Asmo was holding you tightly and staring at you, concerned, and Solomon was looking at you like a lab rat he wanted to dissect.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I tried to overcompensate just in case it didn't work." Asmo was rocking you back and forth gently.

"Mhmm, now on a scale of 1-10 how would you rate…"

"Get out of here, Solomon." You groaned.

He left with a grin. You looked up at your boyfriend. 

"Did you get your answer?"

He grinned, as though he was never bothered. "Yeah, I knew that answer already. How could you not possibly be head over heels for me?" His grin slipped, "I love you."

He had said it to you a lot, but this time it felt different. Like he was saying it from a part deep down inside him.

"I love you too."

He gave a soft smile, "I know."

The two of you stayed cuddled together for the rest of the day. No words were needed. You already knew what the other was thinking.

#obey me #obey me x reader #om! asmodeus #asmodeus x reader

[h-harleybaby]

Another stick of truth request because

Grand Wizard Cartman x Princess Reader Romantic Headcanons

But like. A girl boss princess??? She kicks ass. She'd kick my ass, she'd kick your ass,,

And cartman is just completely enhanced

- men kisser anon

Literally perfect I love it

Jen says Cartman would be mean and wouldn't let you be a princess but I don't care because it's cute

Grand Wizard Cartman x (badass) Princess reader

• Honestly, Eric was really reluctant to have you as a princess at first because Kupa Keep already had princess Kenny but after Kenny literally begged Cartman to let you be a princess he finally agreed

• (Like in the other hcs) So you're Princess Kenny's sister, tbh you wanted to be a thief but Kenny wouldn't let you. Princess Kenny desperately wanted for someone else to be royal too to take some of the heat off her

• So you ended up being a warrior princess, much like your sister princess Kenny

• And because you're a princess, Cartman almost immediately said he would be the one protecting you rather than a knight (because he has a big ass crush on you which is a huge part of the reason why he kept bothering you to join them in roleplaying), honestly you didn't need it tho considering you had a battle axe

• If anything it slowly started becoming you protecting Cartman but he refuses to admit it

• Tbh he really just wants a reason to be around you/follow you around without seeming like he has a crush on you

• Anyways- no one even knows where the hell you got a battle axe but no one is questioning it, especially because you know how to use it REALLY well

• The first time you guys got ambushed you beat the elves asses before Cartman even got the chance to try doing a spell (cough hitting them with his staff a bunch of times cough)

• He probably takes any and all credit for any elven forces that were defeated but you don't mind, it gives you the element of surprise

• Honestly tho, Eric's probably a little scared of you. And ya know what? He should be

• You're probably some sort of cracked healer tho, and he makes you heal him all the time

• He refuses to let anyone else heal him and you can't for the life of you figure out why

• Hear me out, he made this a thing but your kisses heal him. He just really wanted to find excuses for him to get you to kiss his cheek

• Even when he's almost full health, he won't stop bothering you and taps his cheek until you kiss it. He's purposefully tripped or got punched so you can kiss him and he plays it off by saying your kisses are gross but he loves them and you know it

• Whenever y'all start dating, Cartman refuses to let it be known in game. He probably says it's so you don't get kidnapped but everyone knows you guys are dating

• He keeps trying to be sneaky and kiss you when he thinks no one's looking, but there's always someone

• You're the older one out of you and princess Kenny (by a couple of months) so that means you're technically next in line for queen or something, so ofc someone has to be watching you

• What's funny is that instead of you getting kidnapped, it was actually Eric who got kidnapped!

• He hated it and was cursing and yelling the whole time

• And he sulked the entire time you fought Kyle for him

• He was the one supposed to be saving you! Not the other way around... stupid Kyle and his stupid logic

• Of course you had Kyle beat tho, no one really expects you to be as strong as you are considering Eric for the most part uses you as his personal healer

• One time you and him were making out and Kenny came to check on you, poor Kenny. The princess was traumatized and had Eric yell at her to get out while you were laughing at her

• Another time, Kyle had sent Stan to go kidnap you so he could trade you for the stick of truth but that backfired

• It was a complete disaster

• Not only did Stan fail to get you, you beat him up AND Cartman teabagged Stan because he thought it was funny

• He then sent Butters to the elf kingdom to send a message more or less saying "suck my big fat hairy balls -the grand wizard AND the future queen of kupa keep <3"

• Tbh he probably wasn't the happiest that you signed it as the future queen of Kupa Keep but he couldn't argue with it since you technically were

• We know he's consistently lost the stick of truth and almost every time you would have to beat up on the elves while he tries stealing it back

• It never works out and you always have to heal him

I don’t think there’s any spelling mistakes but most of the time I was proof reading this and writing it I was half asleep

#south park x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader #south park x reader headcanons #h harleybaby needs help #eric cartman x y/n #Harley’s anons <33 #stick of truth x reader #Harley’s favs #harley’s requests!

[mirjtsu]

Me trying to understand Yuumori (help :'3)

So, in these days I decided to start re-reading Moriarty the Patriot (I'm at volume 4), since I was forgetting stuff. I love this series so much, the art style, the characters, the relationships they built (cough Sherliam cough cough).

Since I appreciate this manga so much (with all the mysteries and references to the original books), I want to understand a few things.

I had a few problems with some parts of the premise of this story. Maybe some of you know the answers to my questions so I wanted to ask you!

1) Liam overtaking the real William's identity

Maybe it's me, not aware of the noble system and their interactions at a young age, but... How is it possible that no one, NO ONE, questioned Albert's claim that Liam (I'm gonna use "Liam" referring to our fav Lord of Crime and "William" referring to the original one, that jerk) is William?

Wasn't there anyone who met the real William before? Anyone who clearly understood that Liam wasn't the real one? Really? Even if William studied at home, with a private tutor, that kid still went out, probably hanging out with other nobles' children.

Liam is completely different from William, they don't resemble each other at all so I don't understand. The fact that there was no explaination for this made it even more confusing. I can imagine infinite schemes or stuff they did to eventually quiet down those who could unveil the truth, but what really happened?

2) (Wil)Liam's age

If I'm not wrong, William was about to turn 13 when he died with his mother, father and the servants. So Liam, who became "William", was supposed to be that age or at least pretend to be. At the end of chapter one, we learn that there is a 13-years time skip, from those event.

If you look at the Yuumori's WikiFandom page about Liam, you can see he was 24 at the beginning of the story, meaning when he became "William" he was 11. But shouldn't he be (or claim to be) 26? He attended public school, in the real William's stead, after the mansion's fire (so he should have been of age for that). His students said he entered university at 16 became a professor at 21 (if I didn't mess up with the numbers). So my question is: did they fake Liam's age too and the information we have regards his real self, right? Does that mean that Liam was 14 and 19 when those facts happened? If so, wow! I'm impressed. If not, I'm confused (also, we know such a few things about his true identity; his personal data we're given generally refers to his identity as "William" so I wondered if that was the real or the fake age).

3) Louis and Liam are not twins but seem like they are

More than a problem or thing that I don't understand, I'm just asking myself "Why making them literally the same when they're not twins?". I swear, at first I was 100% sure that they were twins but then I noticed the ages don't match (just look at the info on WikiFandom pages: Liam is claimed to be 24/27 years old, while Louis 23/26). Also, if they were twins it wouldn't make sense that people didn't question the fact that Louis, the only supposed adopted child, was identical to the second son of Lord Moriarty (when they shouldn't be related by blood in any way, in the public's eyes).

An interesting thing about this is that if you look at the volumes' covers (not recent illustrations), there were some slight differences I didn't focus on before.

Liam has light blond hair and fire (or maybe blood ;3) red eyes, while Louis has more of ocher hair and red-brownish eyes (I just noticed that Liam is a bit taller than Louis). While in the anime, their colors' palettes are identical.

I wanted to highlight this, looking for someone like me who was confused about this. But since there are various unrelated characters that resemble each other (because of the art style), it's not a big deal.

There are probably many things I'm not aware of, so if you want to share what you know, I'm here, craving for more intels!

~°~

Thanks to everyone who tried to help me understand I'm less concerned about (1). Also, in chapter 9, as I was told, they explain a bit better the situation so finally I feel more at peace XD. THANK YOU ALL!!!♡

#yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #william moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #louis moriarty #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mtp #sherliam #yuumori manga

[herecomethatboi]

Oops, secret’s out! (The Deathslinger x Gn! Reader)

Gendernatural reader <3

Caleb needs more fanfictions in my opinion, so here’s this little thing

Enjoy :D

Dwight finding out you're in a relationship with a killer was just bad in general, but not just any killer, the Deathslinger himself. It could've been anyone else, but no. You had to go for the old cowboy who could be considered a corpse.

Looking at the other killers... The Deathslinger doesn't really look like a bad choice...

Every survivor caught the two of you glancing at each other from time to time, him sometimes letting you go, him missing his shots intentionally so you can run away.

Little things like that made the others question your relationship, but they didn't really dwell on it, focusing more on resting as much as they can for trials.

Dwight though, oh poor little guy. He wanted to know how the others are everytime, ever since he accidentally summoned the Cenobite, he felt unmotivated. It was his fault. And he beats himself up everytime he thinks about it.

Keeping tabs of everyone made him feel a little useful.

So, he wanted to know what is going on with you and that killer, or Caleb, as you referred to call him.

Well, he expected something else, like, mutual respect, some kind of friendship? Friendship always brings people together, right?

But...friends don't kiss...right? Right. So why? Aren't you friends? KISSING ON THE LIPS COULD BE PLATONIC...RIGHT?!?!?

"Oh you're an idiot Dwight..." He thought to himself, you guys are weirdly cute. Kissing lightly while embracing on another tightly, like a married couple, it's adorable.

Oh, you're being slammed against the wall-

That made him ran away with his face looking like a tomato.

He was flusterred, embarrased and confused. He's happy for you for finding someone, he just hopes the Deathslinger treats you right.

He can't tell the others.

It might turn to the worst and the other survivors would judge you or even, as childish as it sounds, bully you.

Dwight wouldn't forgive himself if he did anything to disrespect you. As the leader, he possibly CANNOT tell anyone! Not even a single person! He will take this to his grave even if he dies-

He told Claudette. Who told Meg, who told Feng, who told Jane, who told Jeff, who didn't tell anyone, because he actually respects people's privacy, but Jane told-

You get the idea.

The others were...suprised...some a little upset. Some really didn't care, some just going on with their day like it's normal. Like, come on, there's literal monsters here, people from horror films, a dude who can turn invisble, nothing can surprise them anymore.

When you got back from your... activities... with Caleb, some people from the camp ran to you asking billions of questions.

Why him? Are you okay? Did he force you? Did he threaten you? Do you need help beating him up? And so on.

You were shocked, but thought someone saw you, and you sighed, explained that your relationship was mutual, he treats you right, he wouldn't force anything on you, even if he is seen as someone who would, no you absolutely don't want anyone beating him up.

You loved him, he loved you and that's what mattered the most to you. The others were relieved, and told you good luck and by Felix's words, "Use protection".

So things worked out, later Dwight came clean with you, telling you he saw the two of you kiss and put the picture together and accidentally told Claudette.

He would've went on but you gave him a little smile, telling him it's fine, you're not mad, but talk to you first before he does anything, you wouldn't judge.

You patted his shoulder slightly and went to your tent to read a book you found in one of the trials.

Let's just say, Caleb started a coughing fit after he barked out a laugh when you told him the story.

"He definitely saw us fuckin'!"

#dbd x reader #dbd x gn reader #the deathslinger x reader #the deathslinger #x gn reader #dwight fairfield #dbd claudette

[icyfox17]

oooh any 80s music recommendations? I dont really know any old english songs apart from the most famous ones (and queen and abba, idk which time theyre from) but id love to learn

EVRYRHTIYNFOSHDKSHDDKAJSJK!!!!!!! YEYSYWYSYSYSGAJADJD THANK YOU THAMK YOU THANKYOU AN EXCUSE TO RANT ABOUT 80S MUSIC YAASSS

Coughs

I'm normal

Well first of all because SOMEONE (cough April cough) didn't know it and that literally made me speechless from shock

This one is ICONICCCC, the music video is also super cool!!! Gen confuses me how anyone could Not know this song omg. It's also become a lot more endeared to me within the last few months bc I was watching a YouTube video with my mom and sister and they were reacting to old music and one of the ppl had the exact same reaction to take on me as I did LMAOOO and it came up several times so it now reminds me of that day hahaha

I've been looping this one a lot lately:D idk what it is about 80s music but I love like... Just the sound of it. The effects... U can't find it anywhere else

This is the other 80s song I've been looping consistently!! It just gets stuck in my head a lot and idk:> it's neat

This one's one of my all time favs!! It is just so. Happy sounding. That's honestly one of my fav things about 80s music:)) it has a way of making me smile like no other music does

This one's another one that is just. Serotonin in a song:)

Okay this one u might know cause it's Queen but I LOVEEEE it

OH DREAMS. DREAMS IS ONE OF THE LOVELIEST SONGS EVER. this was one of my most listened to songs last year:)) I love Fleetwood Mac rahshshsjdkd. This one is less excitement happiness in a song and more just good vibes. Very chill but still serotonin.

Oh wait this one's technically the 70s but heh

#foxieasks #eileen tag #forcibly stopping myself from this becoming too long HELP #but feel free to ask for more... #90s alt rock is another one of my fav genres everrffhsjskskdkflflsd #god i love old music #i used to be like “grrgrgrgrhr modern music sucks only old music good” #but then i found a lot of new music thats styled to be like older songs and gasppp its so lovely #theres music for everyone out there u just gotta search for it ehehe #i would say i love “old” music but i gen love songs from every era #i just love music HELPPP #but i will say there is smth about 80s that is special #music recs