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chemicalpink · 3 years

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☾✧゜BTS Tarot Reading: a peek into their S/O energy ☾✧゜

Pairing: none, this is a tarot/oracle reading.

A/N: I used the divine feminine deck for this reading. Please do remember that every tarot reader’s relationship with their decks are unique thus it may vary the interpretation of the cards. This reading is for entertainment purposes only; the energy channeled may refer to a present or future partner. Whatever outcomes of the reading doesn’t mean ultimate truth and we should really respect the member’s dating life as fans.

Kim Seokjin ☾✧゜

Mai Bhago: resources; warrior.

So i feel like this is someone that might have to fight for him

Someone that will stop at nothing to get him to open up.

Cause I mean sure, either way, Jin is so far up in the ‘people that will never be your boyfriend’ list with the way that BTS has grown but I feel like this is so much more than that.

I feel like

It’s not hard to get close to him, but it is hard to get him to open up to the idea of someone loving him for him and not for what he’s accomplished.

idk if that makes sense (?

Lakshmi: abundance

As soon as I laid eyes on this card I got the idea of someone with all that bread.

Not sure if it is inherited wealth/ wealthy family or self made

But definitely someone that has the necessary resources to live comfortably

And also this adds up to them being able to make Jin open up

Cause they are definitely not using him for money.

Which is a big relief for him.

Rita of Cascia: impossible causes.

Definitely someone that doesn’t run on the same circles as him.

I thought: hmmm maybe a fan (?

Or possibly someone that doesn’t necessarily has the time to date

But most definitely has the intention to love Seokjin with all their strength.

Min Yoongi ☾✧゜

Rita of Cascia: impossible causes

Hello we meet again.

But with a diferent connotation.

This is someone whos strong will puts us all to shame

Like really

Someone that gets their mind on something and will most definitely get it.

Very in tune with Yoongi’s energy.

Lalla: spoken words

I feel like this is someone that has gone through their life trying to heal

And succeeding

“I am the writer of my own story”

Some one that doesn’t fit into the ‘traditional’ way that they are supposed to live.

VERY straightforward.

I also thought of someone spiritual, a manifester of sorts.

Kali: mother of the universe.

LISTEN I’ve said how this one is someone non traditional

Now hear me out

I saw this card and thought well we are looking at someone not gender conforming.

I can even go as far as say that is is someone part of the LGBTQ+ community.

“It’s time to be the truth of who I am”

If you put 2 and 2 together, I can say that this is a healing presence for Yoongi, someone that will make him tune in into what he really likes, who he is.

Jung Hoseok ☾✧゜

Lalita: happiness

This made me so soft

Sunshine got his own sunshine

“Laughter leads me back to the light”

Very positive vibes for this one

One of those people that is impossible not to like

Just like him

Sarada Devi

“The presence of love is the absence of judgement”

This is definitely someone open-minded

In many ways

Someone that has no trouble with Hobi’s way of life

As in

He had to cancel last minute because there’s this thing at the studio? Sure no problem.

They don’t doubt one bit his love and devotion

And understands that they are not walking the same path

But rather walking each of their paths together.

Vajrayogini: liberation

A carefree soul

I feel like this someone is helping Hoseok feel free again

As in

Don’t get him wrong he loves doing what he does but sometimes your career ties you down

But all of those are gone with them.

A fourth card popped up: Mary Magdalene

Along with all those things, this someone is someone very down to Earth

They know where they stand

None of that getting their head get full of it for dating Hoseok

They are themselves and will stay themselves no matter what.

Kim Namjoon ☾✧゜

Marguerite Porete: mystic

Right off the bat, a soulmate connection

I’ll have to say soul family at least

A very divine love

Not like codependent but very very into each other

Shekinah

I feel like most probably this is a female, or someone that identifies as such

Also

Namjoon president? very much so

This is someone important

I see power

In like- a position wise type of way

I’ll go as far as to say a diplomat cause it’s what comes to mind

Or a business executive

Someone well respected within their own little world

Definitely someone Joon looks up to

Rita of Cascia: impossibles

What’s with these boys and this card

So again, I’m sensing fan or just someone that is not a celebrity

Public figure? sure

But like I said, they run just within their own circle

It also came to mind: foreigner

So yeah, i endorse my thought of a diplomat.

Park Jimin ☾✧゜

The Cosmic Egg

Listen I’m not surprised to get such a card from this man

This is indeed a soulmate connection

Also, filled with lots of love

But mostly like- demonstrations of love

I don’t wanna say they’re that couple full of PDA

but it’s what comes to mind

Teresa of Avila

DO NOT QUOTE ME ON THIS OKAY

But I feel like this is an already existing relationship

they keep to themselves

a very NON PUBLIC relationship

I feel like they don’t feel the need to announce it to make it more real

They vibin’

a very soft and chill connection tbh

Machig Labdron

So I feel like these two have known each other for long

This is someone that Jimin has helped through hard times

Chimchim is a healer within so I sense that he has helped them

“I see light in my own darkness”

Also I feel like they’ve had a troubled past that has turned into love

Jimin was the light that helped them see their true lovable self.

Kim Taehyung ☾✧゜

Mira Bai: true freedom

Okay so this is someone VERY independent

Although they love Tae to death, they know to love themselves first

I can see Tae being a bit intimidated by this way of thinking at first

But learn later that this is his type of person

Yeshe Tsogyal

It came to mind an academic

Whether it is a teacher or an investigator

That academia vibe

A true intellectual

Very curious about life and averything that surrounds them

Just like Tae

Tae most likely learns A LOT from this relationship

And is very fascinated by their brain

Kali

“I release all that doesn’t serve me”

This someone knows what they want

And there is just no way around it

Like the first card said, they love Tae but life plans are life plans

Someone that loves to walk their own path

A very grown-up vibe to them

And listen I don’t wanna fall into daddy/mommy issues

really

But I’m gonna go ahead and say this is some type of inner child healing for Tae

Two very similar POVs but with SO DIFFERENT perspectives

Both curious, but Tae’s comes from a child-like place whereas his s/o views it as something greater, the purpose of the universe type of way.

Jeon Jungkook ☾✧゜

Sehknet

This card was very straightforward with the message

Someone that has been through shit

Jungkook is their well-deserved break at all the trials that the universe has put them through.

“I am pure strength”

I also feel like this is someone that tends to be an avid activist

VERY VERY passionate

and definitely tired of everyone’s bullshit

an old soul, VERY VERY OLD

“I honor my anger by giving voice to it”

Pope Joan

WHEN I TELL U

this is someone spiritual to the BONE

“Soul is limitless”

I got the ‘I will turn the world upside down to find you’ vibe too

They know Jungkook is their person

And honestly? They are thriving to just watch how the universe is trying to apologize to them by putting Jungkook on their path

Someone very wise, more so in the sense of life than academic type

Parvati

THIS IS A PAST LIFE CONNECTION

like- really really had it coming for both of them

“I am a love that doesn’t leave”

They are also very very committed to this connection

They put their 110% spiritual self on this

I sensed the ‘healer meets healer’ type of connection once they meet

Also

Since this is a very old soul I feel like their soul journey is almost over and Jungkook is kind of a legacy for their learnings.

As always I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to request any other general tarot reading! Have a great day! I promise I’m working on all my other requests, this reading just suddenly came to me and i just had to do it.

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wolfstar-in-color · 3 years

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July Colorful Column: Remus is a Crip, and We Can Write Him Better.

There is one thing that can get me to close a fic so voraciously I don’t even make sure I’m not closing other essential tabs in the process. It doesn’t matter how much I’m loving the fic, how well written I think it is, or how desperately I want to know how it ends. Once I read this sentence, I am done.

It’s written in a variety of different ways, but it always goes something like this: “You don’t want me,” Remus said, “I am too sick/broken/poor/old/[insert chosen self-demeaning adjective here].”

You’re familiar with the trope. The trope is canonical. And if you’ve been around the wolfstar fandom for longer than a few minutes, you’ve read the trope. Maybe you love the trope! Maybe you’ve written the trope! Maybe you’re about to stop reading this column, because the trope rings true to you and you feel a little attacked!

Now, let’s get one thing out of the way right now: I am not saying the trope is wrong. I am not saying it’s bad. I am not saying we should stop writing it. We all have things we don’t like to see in our chosen fics. Maybe you can’t stand Leather Jacket Motorbike Sirius? Maybe you think Elbow Patch Remus is overdone? Or maybe your pet peeves are based in something a little deeper - maybe you think Poor Latino Remus is an irresponsible depiction, or that PWPs are too reductive? Whatever it is, we all have our things.

Let me tell you about my thing. When I first became very ill several years ago, there were various low points in which I felt I had become inherently unlovable. This is, more or less, a normal reaction. When your body stops doing things it used to be able to do - or starts doing things you were quite alright without, thank you very much - it changes the way you relate to your body. You don’t want to hear my whole disability history, so yada yada yada, most people eventually come to accept their limitations. It’s a very painful existence, one in which you constantly tell yourself your disability has transformed you into a burdensome, unworthy member of society, and if nothing else, it’s not terribly sustainable. Being disabled takes grit! It takes power! It takes a truly absurd amount of medical self-advocacy! Hating yourself? Thinking yourself unworthy of love? No one has time for that.

Of course, I’m being hyperbolic. Plenty of disabled people struggle with these feelings many years into their disabilities, and never really get over them. But here’s the thing. We experience those stories ALL THE TIME. Remember Rain Man? Or Million Dollar Baby? Or that one with the actress from Game of Thrones and that British actor who seemed like he was going to have a promising career but then didn't? Those are all stories about sad, bitter disabled people and their sad, bitter lives, two out of three of which end in the character completing suicide because they simply couldn’t imagine having to live as a disabled person. (I mean, come on media, I get that we're less likely to enjoy a leisurely Saturday hike, but our parking is SUBLIME.) When was the last time you engaged with media that depicted a happy disabled person? A complex disabled person? A disabled person who has sex? No really, these aren’t hypothetical questions, can you please drop a rec in the notes?? Because I am desperate.

There are lots of problems with this trope, and they’ve been discussed ad nauseam by people with PhDs. I’m not actually interested in talking about how this trope leads to a more prevalent societal idea that disabled people are unworthy of love, or contributes to the kind of political thought processes that keep disabled people purposefully disenfranchised. I’m just a bitch on Tumblr, and I have a bone to pick: the thing I really hate about the trope? It’s boring. I’m bored. You know how, like, halfway through Grey’s Anatomy you realized they were just recycling the same plot points over and over again and there was just no WAY anyone working at a hospital prone to THAT MANY disasters would stay on staff? It's like that. I love a recycled trope as much as the next person (There Was Only One Bed, anyone?). But I need. Something. Else.

Remus is disabled. BOLD claim. WILD speculation. Except, not really. You simply - no matter how you flip it, slice it, puree it, or deconstruct it - cannot tell me Remus Lupin is not disabled. Most of us, by this point, are probably familiar with the way that One Canonical Author intended One Dashing Werewolf to be “a metaphor for those illnesses that carry stigma, like HIV and AIDS” [I’m sorry to link you to an outside source quoting She Who Must Not Be Named, but we’re professionals here]. Which is... a thing. It’s been discussed. And, listen, there’s no denying that this parallel is a problematic interpretation of people who have HIV/AIDS and all such similar “those illnesses” (though I’ll admit that I, too, am perennially apt to turn into a raging beast liable to harm anything that crosses my path, but that’s more linked to the at-least-once-monthly recollection that One Day At A Time got cancelled). Critiques aside, Remus Lupin is a character who - due to a condition that affects him physically, mentally, emotionally, and intellectually - is repeatedly marginalized, oppressed, denied political and social power, and ostracized due to unfounded fear that he is infectious to others. Does that sound familiar?

We’re not going to argue about whether or not “Remus is canonically disabled as fuck” is a fair reading. And the reason we’re not going to argue about whether or not it’s a fair reading is because I haven’t read canon in 10-plus years and you will win the argument. Canon is only marginally relevant here. The icon of this blog is brown, curly haired Remus Lupin kissing his trans boyfriend, Sirius Black. We are obviously not too terribly invested in canon. The wolfstar fandom is now a community with over 25,000 AO3 fics, entire careers launched from drawing or writing or cosplaying this non-canonical pairing. We love to play around here with storylines and universes and races and genders and sexualities and all kinds of things, but most of the time? Remus is still disabled. He’s disabled as a werewolf in canon-compliant works, he’s disabled in the AUs where he was injured or abused or kidnapped or harmed as a child, he’s disabled in the stories that read him as chronically ill or bipolar or traumatized or blind or Deaf. I’d go so far as to say that he is one of very few characters in the Wide Wonderful World of media who is, in as close to his essence as one can be, always disabled. And that means? Don’t shoot the messenger... but we could stand to be a tiny bit more responsible with how we portray him.

Disabled people are complicated. As much as I’d like to pretend we are always level-headed, confident, and ready to assert our inherent worth, we are still just humans. We have bad days. We doubt our worth. We sometimes go out with guys who complain about our steroid-induced weight gain (it was a long time ago, Tumblr, okay??). But, we also have joy and fun and good days and sex and happiness and families and so many other things.

Remus is a disabled character, and as such, it’s only fair that he’d have those unworthy moments. But - I propose - Remus is also a crip. What is a crip? A crip - like a queer - is someone who eschews the limited boundaries placed on their bodies, who rejects a hierarchy of oppression in favor of an intersectional analysis of lived experience, who isn’t interested in being the tragic figure responsible for helping people with dominant identities realize how good they have it. Crips interpret their disabilities however they want, rethinking bodies and medicine and pleasure and pain and even time itself. Crips are political, community-minded, and in search of liberation.

Remus is a character who struggles with his disability, sure. But he’s also a character who leverages his physical condition to attempt to shift communities towards his political leanings, advocates for the rights of those who share his physical condition, and has super hot sex with his wrongfully convicted boyfriend ultimately goes on to build community and family. Having a condition that quite literally cripples you, over which you have no control, and through which you are often read as a social pariah? That’s disability. But using said condition as a means through which to build advocacy and community? Now that’s some crip shit.

Personally, I love disabled!Remus Lupin. But I love crip!Remus Lupin even more. I’d love to see more of a Remus who owns his disability, who covets what makes him unique, and who never ever again tells a potential romantic partner they are too good for him because of his disability. This trope - unlike There Was Only One Bed! - sometimes actually hurts to read. Where’s Remus who thinks a potential romantic partner isn’t good enough for him? Where’s Remus who insists his partners learn more about his condition in order to treat him properly? Where’s sexy wheelchair user Remus? Where’s Remus who uses his werewolf transformations as an excuse to travel the world? Where’s crip Remus??

We don’t have to put “you don’t want me” Remus entirely to bed. It is but one of many repeated tropes that are - in the words of The Hot Priest from Fleabag - morally a bit dubious. And let’s face it - we don’t always come to fandom for its moral superiority (as much as we sometimes like to think we do).

This is not a condemnation - it is an invitation. Able-bodied folks are all but an injury, illness, or couple decades away from being disabled. And when you get here, I sincerely hope you don’t waste your time on “you don’t want me”ing back and forth with the people you love. I’m inviting you to come to the crip side now. We have snacks, and without all the “you don’t want me” talk, we get to the juicy parts much faster.

Colorfully,

Mod Theo

#wolfstar #disability in fandom #disabled remus #crip remus #please write me some crip remus #I beg of you #fandom meta

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lunarfly · 3 years

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Ok so I decided to finally post the promised: defending Romione (🥺💗💕💖💞💘) against Dr*mione (ಠಿ_ಠ) shippers.

So I've read a few posts about Dr*mione shippers, talking about why their ship is amazing (which had nothing to do with canon btw) and bashing Ron (for no reason) and I'm literally shaking out of anger.

Here are my thoughts:

1. "Ron is too dumb for hermione"

Stop- Just-

Stop.

RON IS NOT DUMB.

Yes, he might not be very interested in school subjects, but 👏 that 👏 doesn't 👏 mean 👏 he 👏 is 👏 dumb 👏.

He is actually very smart! He beat McGonagall's chess game, he is logical and quick-thinking. There's MANY examples of this that I won't name right now, but it's a canonical fact. Ron. Is. Not. Dumb.

And consider he was dumb. So? Would that stop Romione from happening? NO! Hermione didn't mind Ron not being smart. She was just upset that Ron was lazy and wouldn't study anything until the last minute. She wanted to get both Harry and Ron to study according to a schedule.

Is it clear? Intelligence doesn't determine love.

**And this is something that confuses me. This doesn't have anything to do with the point, but why does nobody realize that Harry isn't much smarter than Ron? Yes, he was better at DADA but that requires TALENT, not intelligence. And I'm pretty sure we all know that Ron is talented as well (hopefully everyone realizes that). Nobody uses the fact that Harry wasn't intelligent against Harmione, but everyone uses the fact that Ron wasn't intelligent against Romione. The double standards tear apart the fandom.

2. "Ron bought hermione perfume and Draco could get her something better."

Soooo, you're saying that just because Ron didn't have the money that Draco had means that Hermione didn't deserve Ron?

Wow, this just says a lot about you dr*mione shippers. You only care about the money that Draco has, not his personality. You don't like Ron because he's poor (and I know how FanFics give the "kind Draco" Ron's canon personality so the only "problem" with Ron is his looks and lack of money). And you don't see Hermione nor Ron the way they are. This "point" of yours is literally stating that Hermione should be a gold-digger and get Draco because he can get her the expensive presents that she deserves. Yikes.

3. "Draco can understand the emotional side of Hermione while Ron can't."

Wait

What?

WHERE DO YOU GET THIS IDEA FROM-

Draco is only EVER concerned about his own self, he is a NARCISSIST. He would NEVER care for someone (let alone Hermione) as purely and truly as he cared about himself. He didn't even care about Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson etc. He was selfish. The only reason he could express his emotions was because he had to go through a lot since he realized that killing Dumbledore wasn't as easy as bullying Hermione. This would never ever work.

And even if Ron didn't understand her as much, he STILL comforted her. Take the beginning chapters of The Deathly Hallows as an example. You'll see.

4. "Ron is too immature."

I need help.

Of course Ron was immature when he was 11!! Yes, he acted immaturely many times, yes, he made many mistakes, but guess what? He changed! He changed for Hermione!! Draco didn't change at all, not for Hermione, nor for anyone else. He remained the same bratty bully.

If you could reread the books and read prisoner of azkaban vs deathly hallows, you will definitely see how much Ron has matured. He doesn't argue with Hermione anymore, he comforts her, he's there for her. Yes, he made a mistake but he was manipulated by the horcrux! We don't blame Ginny for what tom riddle's diary made her do, do we? So stop blaming Ron!

Anyways, I think if dr*mione shippers have read the books, they'll know what I'm talking about when I say Ron changed for Hermione. I honestly don't know how you could miss Ron's character arc.

5. "Ron would be jealous of the brilliant Hermione."

What?

If I remember correctly, the reason Draco bullied the trio was because he was jealous of them. His jealousy turned into a 7 year torture for the trio and now you're saying that Ron is the jealous one? Please.

But anyways, Ron has been jealous of Harry and has made a few mistakes. But there are reasons behind them and I can defend him for each of these with arguments other than "everyone makes mistakes" (cough cough* Draco stans* cough cough).

First of all, Ron has admitted being jealous of Harry's fame because he lives with 5 older brothers who outshine him. But that's not really a mistake because he never let it get in his way. There were only 2 situations in 7 years when he left Harry out of jealousy but I think these have different explainations.

No1 Ron left in goblet of fire. I think the real reason that Ron let his jealousy get in his way this time, was not only because Harry got to participate in the tournament which could bring him eternal glory, but more likely because he was disappointed that his own best friend didn't even tell him that he was entering and didn't even help him participate (which wasn't true, but Ron thought so back then).

No2 Ron left in deathly hallows. This one was 100% because of the horcrux and I think we should all accept this by now and stop hating on Ron for being affected by dark magic.

And just like that, Ron never let his jealousy get in his way of friendships. I can't think of a situation where Ron is jealous of the brilliant Hermione so if you remember, please let me know so I can argue against it. <3

6. "Ron and Hermione would break up and remain friends, it's easy to imagine because they didn't have a strong relationship."

This was actually said, someone actually said this-

I'm just going to say that Ron and Hermione are happily married to this day (which definitely proves that their relationship is strong) and give the dr*mione community a moment of silence.

7. "Ron didn't do anything for Hermione and was just a jerk."

Coming from a person who has read and reread the books multiple times, I can assure you that Ron did many things for Hermione.

Of course, he was immature at first, he was mean to her, but slowly he started seeing more of the good in Hermione and started changing for her.

And even when he was immature, he still cared about Hermione and would protect her no matter what.

Let's remember how many times rubbish Ron stood up for Hermione against the brilliant bully Draco. 🥰

Let's remember how cowardly Ronald faced his fears of spiders to help Hermione (and the rest of the school, just how jerkier can he get?). 🥰

Let's remember how ridiculous Ronniekins stood up for Hermione against sensational Snape and got himself into detention (oh yes, this is the book version of the movie moment where Ron agrees with Snape about Hermione being an 'insufferable know-it-all'). 🥰

Let's remember how rotten Ronny comforted Hermione when she was worried about Hagrid and Buckbeak (and he even let her hug him and cry on his shoulder, how rude). 🥰

Let's remember how revolting Ronald sacrificed himself to save Harry and Hermione in the chess game. 🥰

Let's remember how horrendous Ron attempted to hex Draco when he used a slur that was meant to offend Hermione. 🥰

Keep in mind that all of these were done when Ron was still immature and still argued a lot with Hermione.

And these aren't even all.

8. "Ron and Hermione have a loveless marriage."

What the-

I'm sorry, I'm trying to be respectful here but this is crap. And the fact that the person said they also had "proof" from the c*rsed ch*ld but didn't want to spoil it-

As much as I hate the c*rsed ch*ld, I can tell you that it did its job portraying Ron and Hermione's unconditional love. Even in alternative realities, where they didn't get married, they were still in love.

And why would you even think that Ron and Hermione would marry and have kids if they didn't love each other? I need explainations.

Next.

9. "Ron never listens to Hermione."

I'm sorry, what? I'm genuinely confused??

What do you even mean by this? Yeah, they used to argue a lot, and? Ron thinks Hermione is brilliant and wonderful and he follows her advice. I can't recall a moment where Ron won't listen to Hermione, doesn't agree with her and ruins her plans. Anyone else?

Since this one is a big mess and a confusion, I'll move on to the next one until someone explains the points and arguments.

10. "Draco could make Hermione laugh while Ron couldn't."

....

Do I really need to say anything for this one?

Ron was the funniest one from the trio, that's why Harry enjoyed his company so much! Don't you remember the line in goblet of fire where Harry thinks about how much he misses having Ron as his best friend, because without him there's less fun and less laughs? I do.

But what I don't remember is finding Draco's sense of humor funny. I'm sorry but his intellectual level is almost as low as Crabbe and Goyle's. His insults are none other than Potty and Weaselbee, he only got 3 O.W.L.s and all of his jokes were stupid and dumb and their only purpose was insulting people he was jealous of.

These fanfics have rotten people's brains...😬

Anyways, I'm going to stop here. I've delayed this post for very long and I'm so excited to finally post it!

I read a book on wattpad by a dr*mione shipper and it was nothing but a giant headache. That's where I got all of these statements from. Most of the garbage in the book revolved around Draco and Hermione being inseparable and getting over all obstacles (wth) and other stupid stuff like that which really annoyed me. The book was called "why we love dr*mione" and it was by Bittenwizard. You can read and enjoy! Trust me, you'll have lots of content to post about after that 🤠👍

*I always try to be respectful to all ships, but sometimes some of them really anger me because the ships are either toxic or the arguments are plain trash. I'm sorry if I offend anyone.

Thank you for reading this. If you're a dr*mione shipper, I hope I've convinced you to give up the ship or come up with better arguments for it.

If you're an anti-dramione I hope you enjoyed the post. I'll delight you with more anti-toxic-ships content. :)

Thank you once again! <3

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linkspooky · 4 years

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What do you think of Mahito, his role in the story's future, and what he might represent? I can't stop thinking of how he literally acts as an antithesis to Yuji (besides being his primary foil), humanity and the narrative itself and how that might mean that he is the main antagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen.

What are your thoughts on the new JJK chapter? With what Mahito said to Yuji at the start of the chapter?

Answering these asks together. Thank you both for sending them!

I’m going to center this analysis around Mahito’s statement that you are me, and his role as antithesis to Yuji as the anon stated above. There are two big ways you can interpret Mahito’s statement. They are the same in the sense that they are character foils, that Mahito is the Jungian Shadow to Yuji and all of his actions. The second one is based around the idea that Jujutsu Kaisen at large plays with Budhism, and BUdhist ideas, it’s an argument that Mahito and Itadori are spiritually the same. Not contradictory forces but complimentary, the whole of them each containing parts of the other. I’m not the best at explaining japanese budhism, because I myself am not a japanese budhist, but I will try my best under the cut.

1. Spiritually the Same

So, Mahito’s arguments are ones that require a certain amount of abstraction to make sense.

For example, is saving people the same as killing people? No, obviously not.

Alright, there’s your answer. Let’s go home, give me notes please. To understand Mahito’s argument you have to understand how far away from other living people his perspective is.

Mahito positions himself as a third party observing from afar. From his position everything has a tendency to look the same. Let me explain: if every living creature has a soul, then what gives weight to human souls?

Heart, weight, both of those are words that are essentially trying to give human lives “worth.” Are human lives “worth something?” Are they more worthy than the lives of animals, plants, curses, etc. The way Mahito sees it everything has a soul. Even plants have a soul. However, there’s nothing too different in the souls of humans, from the souls of say bugs. The only difference he himsel sees is that humans have a capacity for reason.

“The so-called dignity obtained by human reason”, humans assume their lives are more worthwhile, more dignified then say, the life of your dog, because a human has the intellectual capacity for logical reasoning and a full range of emotions on display, and your dog has been barking at his reflection in the mirror for twenty minutes because he thinks it’s another dog.

Ideas of good and evil are not natural laws of the universe. They are made up by human reason. They only exist because humans said they do, and give reasons to them. Mahito’s perspective is a natural one on the world.

The reason that humans are different from monkeys is just a quirk of evolution that enabled them to gain more brain mass over millions of years, and then gained higher amounts of intelligence. Everything else was reasoned out, ex posto facto. Humans come up with reasons why things happen after the fact, but they just happened. Humans just happened to evolve.

If the natural state of the universe is chaos, and there’s no foreseen hand guiding everything, then things that happen just happen. There is no particular meaning to them. You can make up a meaning, but who is to say one invented meaning is more important than the other?

There’s life on this planet, because we just so happened to be a certain distance away from the sun to enable an ideal climate for liquid water on the surface. Therefore, life is not some necessarily some thing that needs to be protected. It’s just there.

If both Mahito and Yuji are fighting up with their made up value of life, Mahito believing there is no value, and Yuji believing there’s value worth preserving, then Yuji needs to actually make an argument. If no objective right or wrong exists, Yuji needs to prove why he’s right, rather than insisting he’s doing the right thing without thought.

Yuji and Mahito are each other, because they both embody an ideal in the way life should be treated.

When Mahito is saying this, it’s because Yuji gives weight to human lives, but not weight to the light of curses. That is to say, Yuji is fixated on the idea of giving humans a “good death” because he believes they’re owed that dignity, but will absolutely brutalize and tear curses to pieces. This is something Gojou commented on in chapter three, HUH ISN’T IT WEIRD THAT YUJI DIDN’T REALLY GROW UP SURROUNDED BY CURSES AND ALL I NEEDED TO DO WAS GIVE HIM A KNIFE AND POINT AT THAT AND SAY GO KILL THAT THING AND HE DID IT.

Let’s say it wasn’t a curse for a moment. Let’s say Yuji wrestled and killed a tiger with his bare hands and afterwards you saw him skinning it. From a certain perspective his actions might look brutal. You killed and skinned a cat. Well, yeah, but I wouldn’t do this to a human. From a certain perspective his actions might look justified. There was an old lady nearby and I didn’t want to maul her. However, if you believe spiritually that humans are nothing special and all living things have equal dignity, Yuji killing and skinning that tiger is a violation of that dignity.

Yuji believes that humans have dignity and wants to perserve that dignity even in death. That’s not objective fact though, that’s his own personal belief that he’s fighting for.

The official translation even has Yuji call it a natural death rather than a good death. However, is Yuji just imposing what he believes to be good and insisting it’s the natural order of the world instead?

Mahito’s argument is essentially that there is no right or wrong, and therefore the two of them are just both presenting ideas. If the order of the world is one where creatures constantly consume each other in order to survive, then what is so wrong about the curses fighting it out with humans against who becomes top dog? Curses are shown to have sentience same as humans. They don’t have human kindness, or compassion but they’re capable of assigning thoughts, and reasons behind their actions the same way humans do. What makes one life more worthy for another? Mahito’s words are a challenge, to come up with some reason to defy him.

However, there’s a flaw in Mahito’s argument.

Mahito’s argument is one that states nothing is a reason. All life is equal therefore one life doesn’t matter or is worth more than the other. However, then he uses that to give himself moral permission to do whatever he want.

What do I mean by he needs moral permission?

Mahito is justifying his actions, excusing his actions, the same way that Yuji is.

The appearance of the black flash this chapter signifies that the universe is a neutral party to both Yuji and Mahito’s fight. The universe is indifferent to both of them. However, Mahito presents himself as someone who is also indifferent, and objective, when he’s not.

Mahito isn’t doing what he does for no reason at all. Mahito does it because he loves humans, while Yuji does it because he hates humans. Mahito tries to give permission to Junpei, he tries to give permission to himself. His views are not that of a true nihilist, because a nhilist wouldn’t seek permission like that. Mahito’s are that of a moral nihilist. All life is worthless, therefore I can do whatever I want with it. That’s not an expression of nihilism, or the abstract idea that there are no set goals or values to life. That’s just Mahito giving an excuse to why he wants to toy around with human life.

(Also, I don’t really understand japanese budhism from the perspective of a japanese person, so please feel free to correct me on any of this, I’m just trying to go off of what was presented in the story! I’d love to hear other people’s perspectives).

But basically what I’m talking about is expressed here by Mr. Yoshimura if you read Tokyo Ghoul.

If all life on this planet is just trying to survive, and in compettition with one another to survive, then the taking of all life is equally evil. A human killing a curse for survival, and a curse killing a human for survival is the same FROM THAT PERSPECTIVE.

However, I would argue that this assertion that “Life is Evil” is being said by a PERSON and that person is making a VALUE JUDGEMENT. Evil is an idea same as good. Life is neutral, life is random, life is indifferent, life is just atoms smashing around in pure utter chaos but it’s not necessarily evil and definitely not in the way Mahito takes it to be.

2. We’re like the Same Dude

The second is that Mahito and Yuji are character foils. They are characters in a narrative who are meant to reflect each other, specifically that of the protagonist, and their shadow.

Jung stated the shadow to be the unknown dark side of the personality. According to Jung, the shadow, in being instinctive and irrational, is prone to psychological projection, in which a perceived personal inferiority is recognized as a perceived moral deficiency in someone else.

If Yuji and Mahito were two parts of the same whole person, like two halves of the brain, Yuji would be the sensible, reasonable half, and Mahito would be the one acting on pure emotion and instinct.

Mahito and Yuji are both curse/human hybrids. They are both individuals that blur the line between humans and curses. Mahito is specifically, a curse that was created from the human fear of one another which makes him the most human of the curses and the most adept to change or growth. Yuji is a normal kid (as far as we know) who swallowed a finger, and his entire body became curse energy. He is half curse, and half human, in the regard that he is Sukuna and he is Yuji at the same time.

Yuji and Mahito are people who both embody a vague area between human and curse, a curse that acts like a human, a human that acts like a curse in vice versa, however they choose to cling onto different apsects of their being. It’s ambiguous whether or not Mahito is a humanlike curse, but Mahito himself defines himself as only ever being a curse. Just like Yuji sees himself as a human too, he sees himself as Yuji, and not Yuji and Ryomen Sukuna at the same time.

It’s Mahito who encourages the others to act more like curses, to live on impulse than desire, instead of trying to restrain themselves for the sake of reason. However, this is ironic, because the reason that Mahito is getting raised up as the leader of the curse family is because he is the mirror to humans, and is the most humanlike of all the curses.

Mahito wants to be a pure curse, but his path requires him to become more and more human. Yuji wants to be a pure human, but his path in ingesting fingers will require him to become more and more curselike as time progresses. He will over time become more Ryomen Sukuna and less Yuji Itadori until the time comes for him to be executed after ingesting all twenty fingers. They are like opposite reflections in the mirror, clinging onto opposite parts of themselves.

It’s even shown in their foiling in the Junpei arc. They both encourage Junpei to do the opposite things. Mahito encourages Junpei to follow his baser instincts and curse other people, to resent them for what they have done to him.

Yuji however, applies to Junpei’s sense of reasoning and higher thinking. He suggests there’s a better plan than Junpei’s simple acting on. He asks Junpei not to do what he thinks is best in the moment and lash out on those feelings alone like Mahito suggested, not to follow his instinct to curse, but rather try to follow reason to find who is really at fault and then punish the correct person. Yuji appeals to the fact that Junpei have both empathy for the people he’s randomly lashing out at over his own pain, and that he has the ability to separate himself from his pain and try to search for what’s right instead.

These are opposite ideas, and Mahito and Yuji clearly look at the world with completely opposite perspectives. However, these perspectives don’t contradict, they are complimentary. The existence of a shdaow doesn’t mean the conscious mind is right. The existence of the consious mind doesn’t mean the shadow isn’t there. In other words, light and shadow don’t negate each other, light cannot exist without shadow.

In less poetic words. Whenever you make any action, your good intentions are equally as valid as your bad ones. There’s no such thing as a person without bad intentions. Anything can be seen from a both good and bad light. What Mahito argues to Yuji, is that Yuji was ignoring all along how dangerous an individual he was. Yuji uses his powers to save people, and he wants to become strong, but as has been pointed out in the manga before having all that strength collected in one person can be used oppressively and violently.

This is what Getou says to Gojou. If he was Gojou he’d have the power to kill every last human being alive and spare only the sorcerers. Gojou is someone sitting on all that power. Power alone doesn’t justify itself. Equally as important is the choices and the reasoning behind wielding that power. What Mahito was pointing out, and what the plot is emphasizing is that Yuji was wielding that power, especially the power of Ryomen Sukuna in a way that was poorly thought out.

Which is the point of this scene when Yuji realized the scope of Sukuna’s rampage. Yuji didn’t seriously think of the possibility that he was a walking bomb waiting to go off. This was brought up as an argument in the Kyoto arc, that it might be safer for everyone to just kill Yuji now so Sukuna doesn’t have the chance to get out. And then. Sukuna got out. And that’s what happened.

Mahito isn’t saying that Yuji is good or bad, he’s saying Yuji hasn’t thought about what good or bad even is. Yuji only ever saw the good intention of his actions, he saw himself as a person saving others, and because of that he didn’t think properly about the risk he inherently carrying. He didn’t realize how dangerous of a person he was for carrying Sukuna around like that. Mahito is the unacknowledged shadow of Yuji’s actions, following him through the plot, and punishing him for his ignorance.

Yuji is a good kid, but sadly the nature of the universe being true neutral good intentions don’t always lead to good results. It’s just a burden that Yuji has to think about, and carry with him as he moves on. Which I really, really want him to do. Yuji can think more, live on and live with his regrets, and still try to do the right thing even after enduring all of this because that’s what makes him human.

Just like how all reasons for fighting are made up, humans are able to make up whatever reason they want to keep fighting. It goes both way. If all lives have equal weight. You don’t have to take it from Mahito’s perspective that they’re worth nothing. You can also take it from Yuji’s perspective, that every life is worth fighting for, worth living, because you and I are worth just as much as one another.

#Anonymous #jjk meta #this is going to be really abstract and nihilistic because it's mahito #sorry #jujutsu kaisen meta #mahito #yuji itadori #itadori yuji #yuji analysis #yuji meta #metasks #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen mahito #jujutsu kaisen theory

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Intro & My take on KM

Hi!

I’m new around here so it’s supposed to be (not so short) introduction, since I don’t know how to start a blog heh. I hope to sprinkle my 0.5 cents into the KM conversation and maybe to bring a new perspective from someone, who is not a part of the typical English-speaking West.

Who /the hell/ Am I?

(please, consider it to be said with NJ’s voice from Intro: Persona :D)

I was born in Siberia (it’s in the Asian part of Russia), currently live in the European part of the country while studying at a Uni (European in terms of geography, not in terms of everything else i’m definitely not shading rn lolllll). English is not my first language, I’ve just kind of learnt it to some extent. Due to this it takes me more time to write a post; and I may (and will) make some grammatical & other mistakes. Plus I’m lazy AND busy with Uni, so I won’t even promise to be consistent in posting smth lol. But I thought I need more practice in terms of writing in English, so here I am, actually scribbling something. This feels weird, because I’ve been around stan Tumblr since 2015, but never ever interacted, just read.

How I ended up around Jikook/Kookmin (and BTS) & My (long&messy) take on this matter

Although I had heard of BTS before, I became an Army only in October 2018. I had kinda avoided them, because you know... boybands.... sing songs about romantic love and how they love girls.......... (+I had been around Twitter when 1D been at their peak and I remember a quite toxic community of fans, whom always had scared me). Shortly, hello stereotypes. Obviously, after I got engaged I felt terribly sorry that I had been sleeping on them, but what is done cannot be undone.

Someone I knew back then reposted one of their MVs and I, during my sad hours of procrastination, decided to watch it. Then I saw their live performance with the same song. And I thought “wow these guys can sing and dance and the music is kinda cool, i need to check this out maybe??”

Then a funny thing happened. One of the next videos I watched (the same person had it added to their page) was a 2016 BangtanBomb where JM and JK practiced their Coming of Age dance.

Do you know this moment with Gina from the 1st episode of Brooklyn 9-9:

Well, that was precisely me after I watched it. I don’t even know how to explain this, it was kind of a gut feeling? Whatever you call it, I started to get suspicious and couldn’t even explain to myself why. /actually now a do have questions to this vid and the main one - why does everyone cringe that much? if it’s a girly choreo than they had done some “girly” moves before. why is there such strong reaction??/

I started to get deeper and went to some ru-shipper communities. Shipping culture among Russian speaking fans is... well, weird to some extent, but I maybe address this topic some time later. You need to consider that (as far as you probably know) Russia is quite homophonic country and sadly is not the greatest place for LGBTQ+ community at the moment. The non-frienly influential attitudes hanging in the society + the general shippers’ weirdness = the result is not that nice honestly.

I struggled for some time in order to find more mature people (not just in terms of age but in general sanity), failed, ended up with some EXTREMELY toxic ru-fans of TK, which was/is the most popular pairing here, spent among them like 15 minutes and ran away horrified. After that I didn’t even try to engage with shippers or believers or whatever of any pair and just decided to enjoy the music and the content (which is a great idea, highly recommend!)

After a couple of days I discovered that JK makes videos. I love video, films and visual art so I immediately found them on YT, saw the titles with names of different cities from all over the world and was like “Oh that must be so cool, he’s visited so many outstanding places I’ve never been to, so I really need to watch it! I shall enjoy some beautyyy”. Then I clicked on GCFt.

Well, what can I say. I did enjoy some beauty, but not the type I had initially anticipated. The biggest clickbait in my entire life. JK should be proud of himself.

/as I said - the beauty/

I had already known Troy back then and I known the song’s lyrics so it would not be an underestimation to say - the video just blew my mind. I was like - hold on is this real? seriously?? no really really????? he manage to get away with something THAT obvious?????? dude how

As a person who edited videos AND is not a native English speaker, I don’t buy the explanation “oh he mustve didnt get the lyrics lmao”. You just don’t do that. You don’t. DON’T. You google and translate every shit you don’t understand, every word and idiom you’ve never encountered, because otherwise the possibility of an epic failure is very likely. You wouldn’t want to give your mum a video as a birthday present and then discover that you used a song with WAP-ish lyrics, right? (well maybe that would be okay in your family, I don’t judge, but that’s not the case for people I know). So don’t you dare to degrade JK’s intellectual capacities; such assumption is really offensive. He is a smart boii, he knows exactly what he’s doing in terms of his art.

So I was shocked, but decided to look for the context - maybe I missed some previous events regarding this Tokyo thing (another great idea - always check the context). Well, apparently I didn’t, because the whole narrative with the trip for two, lovely selfies etc. made my poor brain lowkey explode. (I still don’t buy the rings theory thing though)

But I didn’t give up lol! I’m a bit stubborn and it’s very hard to convince me in anything, so I decided to search for more context, more of their interactions, moreeee. Remember, the late October 2018, there were no swan lakes, RB, and even MMA18 hadn’t happened yet.

This time I ended up watching content in more or less consistent way, and when I saw all of these scenes with affectionate JM and a cool badass i-don’t-care-about-anyone-i’m-a-manly-man-with-no-feelings-whatsoever JK, I just hysterically laughed.

Homophobic Russia, remember? I recognized this. Growing up here being LGBT myself, taught me the same type behaviour during my high school days. When a girl I kinda liked but didn’t what to admit it to myself was nice to me or (oh god) flirted with me, I did something similar. It’s like a huge panic mode. Being an introvert doesn’t help either. The funniest thing is that you may not entirely realise what exactly is going on in terms of your own feelings, especially at that age (16-18ish). In my personal case, I thought I liked her but as a friend, only later to realise that well not as a friend oops :DDD The second thing (already not so funny) is that you actually consciously or unconsciously try to avoid the subject as much as possible, as long as possible and pretend that nothing is going on. We’re just bros. Stop doing this stupid gayish thing and don’t look at me like that, you’re annoying. If you ever do this again I (gently) kick you. I’m straighter than a straight line in my math textbook. IDK, but probably that’s your brain is somehow trying to protect you. Again, in my case&position I knew that the consequences for any non-straight person being outed would be bad (TW not to the point of being killed bad, but to the point of being excluded from a big part of society). So for me it was a mixture of the internalized homophobia + lack of self reflection + just being a bit emotionally slow + very! straight community around. Shit happens, I was a teenager and made my share of mistakes, but that experience helps me to recognize the same pattern of behaviour up to this day.

So coming back to KM, because the post is already waaay too long and I just ramble. It’s been 2+ years for me being a part of this fandom, and what can I say... Things become more intense and eventful with every year passing by ;) Funny how I felt that vibe from the 2016 dance practice video. Seeing the Black Swan performance a week ago almost had me choked, no joking. They are amazing.

Pure Art

However, and I would like to emphasize that, I do not incline that KM are 100% romantically involved and/or gay or whatever. I tend to treat people with respect and not to make too much assumptions about their private life. That’s not my business. However, I’m also not a fan of heteronormativity, so I’m just sitting here and observe everything that’s going on putting some distance and not forgetting being generally polite and critical thinking. But if they are just straightest besties please give them an Oscar before Grammy

Anyways, I hope this blog won’t kick the bucket from the very start and I will post something every now and then. You can always ask me questions about some BTS/Jikook related stuff or something about Russia and a Russian view on mass culture topics, since I’m pretty sure some of you have very stereotypical view of what is going on here :) However, do note that I’ve never been to America or Europe, therefore I may not be aware of something verrrry obvious to you or just have a completely different experience.

P.S. And yeah, I’m used to say Jikook, since it’s the name which is used much more frequently in Russian. i like it better and what will u do haha

#jikook #kookmin #what am i even doing here #i'm gonna regret this #long post

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murder-raven13 · 3 years

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My Haikyuu Ships pt. 1

A/N: I figured out the keep reading thing!!! Just took a month

This is a list of my Haikyuu ships. I’ll add an explanation for some if I have one. There is no rhyme or reason to the order of this list.

Warning(s): cursing, minor spoilers (manga & anime), not proofread, loooooong

Word Count: 1,786

Part 2 Part 3

Hinata x Kageyama

Kageyama struggles with communication and understanding others. Hinata, on the other hand, overcommunicates and has a knack for understanding people, even if he doesn’t realize that he does. Plus, Kageyama has struggled to find connections with people because of his zeal for volleyball. This on top of his trouble with communication made it hard for him to make friends. But Hinata matches Kageyama in his zeal and covers Kageyama’s communication weakness well, all while Kageyama gives Hinata a proper volleyball outlet and pushes him to constantly strive to be his best, so I think they’re neat together.

Hinata x Kenma

Again, Kenma is someone that’s not the best at communication, with a little dose of social anxiety on the side. He’s a lot softer than Kageyama and struggles with communication because he thinks too much (which is the opposite of Kageyama lol). Hinata makes him feel comfortable enough that he can communicate without overthinking himself into a hole. And Kenma, for Hinata, gives him a way to talk and an honest opinion when he needs it.

Atsumu x Suna

I will take not shit for ship. They are so cute together. During the match Inarizaki played against Karasuno, Atsumu and Suna bantered and, during the flashbacks, Suna and Atsumu were shown to have a pretty good relationship. Plus, Suna is a pretty laid back person and Atsumu is obviously the kind of person that would overwork himself to death or push forward without thinking of the consequences. Suna is a brutally honest person, but I feel like he struggles a bit with moving forward because it’s hard for him to feel motivated. So, Suna can keep Atsumu from going too far and Atsumu can help motivate Suna to move forward when he doesn’t feel like he can.

Kageyama x Tsukishima [as adults]

Honestly, I don’t even have a good reason for this. They would be dysfunctional because they suck at feelings. Tsukishima never actually says what he means because he’s high key scared of being vulnerable. And Kageyama sucks at communication (but, after Suga’s advice, he takes a much more direct approach to handling Tsukishima, which I feel is what Tsukishima would need in a relationship) and he also sucks at reading body language (particularly Tsukishima’s) which I feel would be something he would need to be with Tsukishima. But Tsukishima would force Kageyama to begin to think more critically in order to keep up with him and Kageyama would force Tsukishima to be more forthcoming with his emotions, even if just because Tsukishima would have to up his passion levels to keep up with Kageyama. So, if they could figure it out, I think they would be a very good couple. If they didn’t though, I feel they would be lowkey toxic.

Daichi x Suga

Can you watch Haikyuu and not ship these two??? Daichi is very calm, collected, and stable. And that’s a good balance with Suga, who’s an instigator, a meddler, and a worrier. They both care a lot and their very attentive, but they’re opposites in that Suga is a chaotic little monster with an angel face. So they would be a good balance when it came to a relationship. Plus, they would be the sappiest motherfuckers alive together, so, they’re kind of like a comfort, fluff ship.

Nishinoya x Asahi

This another one where I ship because they are opposites. Noya is extremely brazen and confident. Asahi is extremely the exact opposite; he’s shy and awkward and self-conscious. Noya, in canon, gets onto Asahi for being self-degrading and hypes him up when he feels Asahi needs it. And Asahi is someone Noya looks up to because he’s strong, even though he struggles, and someone he wants to see succeed. Asahi forces Noya to calm down and allows him to actually feel afraid. One of the reasons Noya understands Asahi so much is because he struggled with being scared when he was younger. So, I feel like Asahi can feel comfortable with Noya because he knows that Noya understands and, at the same time, knows that Noya managed to overcome his fear, which is probably really comforting. Overall, they’re fucking cute and I c a n n o t

Hinata x Tsukishima

They would be so cute, please. Tsukishima is so mean because he’s a big baby and Hinata straight up does not care. It’s also canon [from during the practice match with Seijoh] that Hinata doesn’t like seeing Tsukishima picked on or struggling [he legit offered himself in Tsukki’s place]. Hinata is a big ball of bright emotion and energy where Tsukishima is more clam and reserved, but Hinata has the ability to draw real emotion out of Tsukishima. They’re another two that would balance well. They’re relationship would be a lot of teasing and mocking, though [they have about 3 million inside jokes and Tsukishima revels in leaving people confused with them].

Kiyoko x Tanaka

Please, this man proposed the first time he saw her. And he legit stayed dedicated, but never overstepped Kiyoko’s boundaries. He never harassed her or did anything to make her feel uncomfortable. And Kiyoko was never mean to Tanaka, even when she rejected or ignored him. They had a stable relationship because Tanaka’s a goddamn gentlemen [can you tell I simp for this man?] and Kiyoko knows it. She fell in love with him over time because of how respectful and thoughtful Tanaka was. Plus, she’s seen firsthand, for years, the dedication and passion in Tanaka’s character, which is a good contrast to her colder, calmer personality. She gives Tanaka stability and Tanaka gives her passion and comfortability. The fact that this ship is canon gives me life.

Nishinoya and Tanaka

The level of chaos in this ship, oml. Two disasters. Absolute mess all the time. They love each other so much and they’re both like walking hype-men. Literally no insecurities in this relationship. They are the two most dedicated boys in existence. And they like to have fun, so they’re constantly challenging each other, which keeps their relationship fun and growing; it never really settles, no matter how long they’ve been together because they’re always finding something new to love about the other. They would go on adventures together. So cute.

Kuroo x Kenma

They’re childhood friends. It is law. Kuroo is so smart and so serious and so caring. He makes sure that Kenma isn’t neglecting himself for his games. And he made sure that Kenma got involved with the team so that he would have friends when Kuroo was gone. And Kenma lets Kuroo delve into his passions and gives him a safe place to relax and be goofy. Kenma is so aloof, but also really caring as well and he’s always paying attention, so he would know immediately when Kuroo was pushing himself too far and needed to let off steam [y’all remember that scene where he asked Kuroo if he wanted to level up (go play volleyball) after they lost a game because he couldn’t just sit and game knowing that Kuroo was upset over the loss? yeah that shit]. And Kuroo gives Kenma somewhere safe and secure where he can be himself without worrying about anything else.

Kuroo x Tsukishima

This is one of my favorite ships. They’re both ridiculously smart, so the conversations and witty sass between these two is literal gold-tier shit. Tsukishima never lets himself be goofy and I feel like, the longer that went on, the more it would wear on him mentally. Kuroo, on the other hand, knows the important of not being serious all the time. So, he would bring Tsukishima out of his shell and give him a safe space to be a dorky as he wanted. And Kuroo could talk all the Chemistry and science he wanted and Tsukishima would be able to keep up with him. They would constantly be challenging each other intellectually and they would know so much random shit because of it. Definitely the couple that has trivia date nights just to see who’s smarter. They would be such a well-rounded couple because they would balance and push each not just intellectually, but in every aspect of their lives. I can see them being the couple where one has an exam and the other just brings them coffee or tea, gently mocking and praising them until they can find it in themselves to study and get everything done. The one that doesn’t have the exam or big project at work would do the house chores, quietly, though, so the other could focus on what they needed to do. They would know just when the other needed space and when they needed a distraction or comfort. They just...would know each other so well and I-

Bokuto x Akaashi

[Did you think I wasn’t going to do this one?] Bokuto and Akaashi are both passionate and dedicated. Akaashi is a lot more emotionally stable, but he’s also an extreme overthinker. Man overthinks everything. Bokuto, on the other hand, is an under thinker that functions almost purely on his emotions. So, overthinker + under thinker = the perfect amount of thinking. That combined with the fact that Akaashi is emotionally intelligent, but not emotionally expressive means that Bokuto, who is emotionally intelligent and extremely expressive, can help maintain the right amount of communication in their relationship.

Iwaizumi x Oikawa

I wasn’t kidding when I said this was law for childhood friends. I meant that shit. Oikawa is manipulative, calculating, and extremely driven. But he has no concept of his own limitations or elects to ignore them because he wants to improve. Oikawa is really insecure, too, because he’s constantly trying so hard, pushing himself further than he can go, and it’s still never been enough to make him the best. Because of his fangirls and his desire to be the best, Oikawa is constantly making himself seem perfect, which means hiding parts of his personality at times. And he’s the type of person that has control over his emotions because he’s pretty methodical when it comes to his goals; he’s willing to literally do whatever it takes to succeed at what he wants. Iwaizumi, on the other hand, has known him long enough that Oikawa can literally not be perfect with him. Oikawa has to be real around Iwaizumi, who knows and acknowledges his true personality in its entirety, even going as far as to point out Oikawa’s flaws constantly, to remind Oikawa that he knows him and stays anyway. They make damn good outlets for each other and they know each better than anyone else, which means that they are, quite literally, each other’s safe space.

I have more ships, of course, but this post is already long as shit, so I’ll post those in a part 2

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mudda-budda · 3 years

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Sweet Dreams And Eggnog

Wrong Hordak x Reader

Platonic!Catra x Reader

Platonic being friendship sorta stuff, for those who don’t understand.

The mission was supposed to be simple, they said.

We’d find Catra and get out safely, they said.

Well not really ‘they said’ and more like you said.

It didn’t help that watching Catra come on board caused a sick feeling to churn in your stomach, you were still upset over Catra trying to end the entire planet and such, but Glimmer did the same thing and everyone onboard was still trying to forgive her or already did, so you didn’t make a peep. You could’ve been biased, but ending the planet is still ending the planet even it’s your friend; you already knew Bow was hurting from the way Glimmer was acting and how destructive it could’ve been.. Glimmer could be forgiven more easily, sure, she’s a friend.

Catra on the other hand.

She tried to hurt you once before, what enemy hasn’t of course, but it was some unfiltered rage so raw and pure you could’ve burned in the rays of it. Now she seemed sad, remorseful and.. Scared? Scared to be on a ship with all the people she’s ever hurt?

No.

That’s not it.

Ah, but there’s a new addition to the team?

Some Hordak look-a-like you almost punched back into space, thankfully Entrapta stopped you because otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten so close to this gentle life form; how- despite the exterior of the tyrant you hated most- he was so sweet and naive. It almost made you pity him to figure out all the thinhs wrong with the world, but like a parent letting their child take flight you knew that he had to learn. He was someone- is someone- you have been kindred with and hoped that maybe after this war..

“Beloved!” Wrong!Hordak exclaimed, you still didn’t like calling him that but it wasn’t like he had chosen a name yet, you sat up from the floor that you previously laid on when drinking your hot cocoa sip by sip, it seems he was holding a tray of assorted cookies all in various christmas-y shapes, a smile came to your lips instantly as he bent down to offer a sugar cookie, frosted and shaped to perceive itself like a christmas tree; “Look, look! It’s like a smaller version of those organic lifeforms that you call; ‘trees’!” He practically bounced up and down.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, taking the sugar cookie to bite into with a smile; it was warm still! You looked to him suspiciously, though it was playful, Wrong!Hordak’s ears perked up as a smile pounced onto his lips; “Entrapta gave some to me! She told me that Brother Hordak was helping to give out some cookies for the holidays!”

So that’s why they were smaller than usual!

“Entrapta really enjoys this sort of stuff,” You smile fondly, “Let’s get her something special in return.” Wrong!Hordak clasped his large hands together, winking, “It sounds splendid, brother!”

“I- Wrong!Hordak-“

A knock came at the door, causing him to jump up with a smile, “Perhaps some ‘caroles’ at our door?” He queried giddily while you could only groan and persist he doesn’t answer it, he still did and with open arms!

“Sister Adora! And Sister Catra, what brings you both here today?”

Your hands fasten around the cup with a shaky inhale, you still hadn’t gotten used to Catra despite how she seemed to change. It was still difficult to even welcome her in your own home, but she meant no harm now; you kept telling yourself she wasn’t going to hurt you or your beloved clone.

Adora took notice in how Catra remained silent, glancing to the ground and pushing the soles of her shoes into the ground farther and farther with each second passing by; the blonde placed a hand on her lover’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze as a silent assurance it was ok, Catra’s mismatched eyes would turn back to Wrong!Hordak; it felt weird looking at the clone but it wasn’t the actual thing so.. “We uh.. We got you some cake that was...” She trailed off, shifting around in place with words piling in her throat; Catra looked to Adora for help only to hear her wife speaking up; “We baked it! Is what she’s trying to say, sorry.”

Wrong!Hordak’s green eyes lit up, “Really? My, thank you!” He took the cake into his arms, “Why not make yourselves at home to warm up? It’s not ideal to stay out in the winter air!”

The clone would suddenly turn to you, apologetic, it was moments like these where it reminded you of his growth over the years- well sort of- Wrong!Hordak was still crud at reading a situation but he could understand what was acceptable and what wasn’t, so he felt guilty for the words that caused you to curl up into a ball; you cleared your throat and nodded, “Company’s nice. Let me make you some hot cocoa with marshmallows.”

“Can I get eggnog?” Adora piped up with a raised hand, grinning happily, “Oh, if it’s not too much trouble of cours-“ “No, no! I know how to whip some up!”

Reassuring the blonde and the brunette couple as they walked in to sit on the couch and cozzy up while making some idle chatter with the clone whom began to show off some recipes happily, it didn’t take long before more and more people were coming over to spend Christmas.. Though it was only some of the Princesses, former horde soldiers, and even a robot; it was so sweet and whatnot but it led you to feeling cramped. You breathed in and out to ease your tensions as you escaped to outside on your porch, pulling your wooly jacket closer to you, a presence would drop to sit right beside you, “It’s so stuffy in there.”

You recognized that voice.

“Catr-“

“I’m sorry..”

You thought you misheard her, blinking a few times at the feline-like girl before nodding and turning your head away; “I- I know you won’t forgive me as fast as everyone else, and I totally respect that!” You would’ve chuckled at the attempt of an apology, but you couldn’t find the urge too, “It’s just.. I want to be friends and right my wrongs. I know I hurt people, and I’m sorry.. I just- wish I could find a better way to express it.”

You turned to her, seeing the pitiful expression she tried to cover up in her arms, slowly you rested a hand on her arm and smiled; “You’re doing a great job right now.. I may not forgive you right away, but I can try.” Catra didn’t voice it, but you knew she appreciated your honesty and patience. She grabbed your hand, chuckling softly, “Now let’s go head back inside before your darling boy tries to hotwire a grill with Momma Entrapta.”

“And before your wife can judge down an entire vase of eggnog.”

“Hey! Adora would though!”

“Pftt!”

The party was over, to say the least, it was certainly hectic with Mermista and Perfuma fighting over who could conjure up better decor and Entrapta’s intellectual comments riling them up more; it took everything you and Adora had to keep fights from breaking out. Hordak and Wrong!Hordak trying to figure out how the hell to work the kitchen with each other and Wrong!Hordak getting a lecture to pick his own name because well-

It’s still worrisome how he still responds to ‘Wrong’!Hordak.

“That was fun!” He hummed, cuddling up to your fatigued body in the shared bed- you had been fine with sharing for so long- you only hummed in response while burying your head into his chest; the way his chest thrummed with soft laughter almost brought light to your tired eyes but it was more effective in lolling you to sleep, his hand brushed through your hair with sharp finger tips as he smiled brightly, “I hope to do this again.”

You shot up suddenly, “No!”

The response shocked him, “You felt overwhelmed, beloved?” He would grab your shoulders, hands sliding down to hold your hands, “I’m sorry, I thought it would be fun to have over our friends.”

You sigh, “I.. I know, but next time less people ok?” You mumbled, closing the space to bury your head in his chest again to listen to the beats of his heart; “I did make a friend today.” You confess as he could only smile and nod, “That’s good to hear, beloved.” His hands would just roam your hair as a soft kiss was pressed to your head gently.

“Sweet dreams.”

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years

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Pairing: Dom! Namjoon x bratty Sub! Reader x Dom! Hoseok

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: SMUT!!! (Well, that’s not smut anymore, that’s literally porn) 99,6% Smut + 00,4%Fluff at the end

Warnings: …well… where should I begin?…THIS IS PURE PWP! Threesome, Polyamory, Dom-/Sub-Themes, Masturbation, Toys, Petnames, Degradation, filthy Name-Calling, Master-Kink, Daddy-Kink, Lots of really filthy Dirty Talk, Swearing, Spanking, HEAVY Assplay, Anal-Fingering, lot of Lube, Pussy-Exhibitionism(?), Pussy Slapping, Mirror-Sex/Making out, Double Penetration (vaginal + anal), Squirting, Unprotected Sex (be smart in RL pls!), Mentions of Aftercare wtf i’m doing with my life?! i need holy water.

A/N: This story got inspired by an idea of the lovely and absolute amazing @h0esvck , we texted smutty shit with each other. Originally it only should be a drabble. Well, here we are again with a 3.6k porn fic.

Summary: You are sexually frustrated, annoyed and bored, which is why you started to masturbate without the permission of your boyfriends Namjoon and Hoseok. Even if they promised to take care of your needs tonight. But you don’t feel like waiting anymore. But you also didn’t expect that Hobi catches you with your pastel blue dildo deep in your pussy…

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With a sigh of pleasure, you let your head fall back into the countless pillows of your huge king size bed and close your eyes shortly afterwards. You tense the muscles of your ass with a wicked smile up and begin to moan softly as you feel the hard and unyielding metal clearly between your buttcheeks. God, you just love the feeling of your little hole being filled with a plug.

Just the thought that your sweet pussy will be stuffed with the big pastel blue dildo just makes you even wetter. You feel your arousal running down slowly over your butt and dripping on the towel under you. Hobi and Joon have promised to take today’s evening some time for their little princess off and takes care of you and your needs. But when you heard this promise you just roll your eyes.

They can promise you a lot when the day seems to be long. With the same words, they put you off last week and the week before. Sure, they have a hell of a lot to do, but then they shouldn’t keep giving you such empty promises again and again if they can’t keep them. You are tired of waiting and if they’re not able to satisfy your needs, then you do it yourself.

You have ignored your sexual desires way too long, you’ve had nothing between your legs for too long to be still able to endure this burning lust in your lower abdomen. Usually your boys ensure that your high sex drive is satisfied by themself and that you hardly have to lend a hand yourself, unless they are on tour. Only for this reason you have your own toy box, the other toys have been locked away by the boys, so you’re not tempted to help yourself without permission. What a pity that they forgot to take this box away from you~

You bite your lower lip in anticipation as you push the realistic modeled dildo into your greedy and impatiently waiting hole. You fill yourself inch by inch until you have the toy in your dripping cunt right up to the base. Your walls gripping the silicone cock firmly, your pussy has really sucked it in as if she were afraid that the dildo would be taken away from you again.

A slight blush of pure enjoyment settle down on your cheeks at the thought that both of your holes are stuffed. You have to admit, you have a small (well, more of a huge) kink for this, you just love the feeling of being completely filled.

You love that you’re even tighter and more sensitive than you already are when you wear a plug or anal beads. You love the sensation when you feel the plug clearly next to the dildo when you pulling it out or pushing it back into you. You love the idea of loosening your tight hole up with a plug or anal dildo until it shines full of lube and start clenching around nothing, just waiting to be used as a play or fuck hole by the boys.

Your lips open a little bit to let the moans and whimpers escaping your throat as you pump the dildo in and out of your pussy faster and faster. The fingertips of your other hand rubs erratically over your clit. You just spread your thighs even more until you are completely bare and open on the bed. The thought of being caught by someone, how you present yourself shamelessly like you are on a silver tablet and fuck yourself with toys makes you so fucking horny.

…well, you didn’t expect to be really caught, and especially not by Hoseok!

“Oh, look, who do we have here? Has someone been so impatient and desperate for a cock that a crappy fake cock seems to be content for you and just couldn’t wait for a real cock? What should I do with a cockslut like you are now? Hm?”

Surprised and also half horrified, your eyes snaps open and your body drive up straight in the bed. Out of sheer alarm, you just forgot that the dildo is still halfway inside your pussy.

Actually, he shouldn’t be at home yet, isn’t he still at dance practice?!

“H-Hobi … w-what are you doing here? Don’t you have practice right now? …and it’s not what it looks like, believe me! H-Haha!”, you try a little giggle to ease the tension in the room, but it comes out more hysterical than casual.

But Hobi doesn’t laugh, he just looks at you with a hard, cold gaze that gives you chills running down your back and goosebumps are forming on your skin. Then, he finally breaks the eye contact, which makes you gasp in relief. But then he pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and seems to be typing a message. Oh god, no, no, no! Don’t text Namjoon, please don’t inform Namjoon about this here! When Hoseok seems to be pressing the send button, he looks up again, this time with a devilish smile on his lips. Now he puts his phone back into his pocket.

Oh God… you’re going to be in trouble, definitely!

“Hobi, I can explain everything, really! I-”

He gives you this intimidating and dominant look, so that you know that the smartest you could do right now is, to immediately shutting your babbling mouth.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, you know the rules very well. And don’t call me ‘Hobi’, understand?”

“Y-Yes Master.”

“Right, that’s what I am for you. At least on this point you are a good girl and correct your mistakes. And now, take this dildo out of your slutty plussy and bend over my knee.”

You gulp hard and you notice how your cheeks become involuntarily hot with embarrassment, having disappointed your master so much with being such a bratty babygirl. At the same time, this embarassment also causes that a wild ball of excitement, desire and anticipation forms in your lower belly, which immediately attacks your pussy and even more arousal sticks now to the insides of your thighs.

You cannot really explain it, but on the one hand you are ashamed of your bratty behavior, on the other hand you are looking forward to your punishment in a kinda masochistic-exited way.

With shaky fingers and a little whimper, you pull the dildo out of yourself, right after that you feel how your empty hole is yearningly searching for something, clenching around nothing. Hoseok sat down on the edge of the bed, directly on the opposite side of the huge full body mirror, which takes almost the whole wall up on this side of the room. He turns his head to you and raises his eyebrow questioningly as if he wants ask why it takes you so long. With hasty steps on all fours you crawl over to him and climb with both hands over his lap and lie down on it with your lower middle.

A shock runs through your whole body when you realize, that you’re still wearing the plug, but it has previously seemed as if Hoseok had not noticed yet that you were wearing one.

You quickly turn your crimson red face around and try to hide it in the bed sheets. You start counting the seconds in your head until he notice the basis of the plug with the declaration “Daddy’s Girl”, a plug that Namjoon gave you a while ago.

“Oh, look what I found here between these perfectly round asscheeks… you’re such a greedy bitch, Princess. One stuffed hole isn’t enough for you? No, our little doll need both holes filled. Only for that you you earn it that I spank your ass. While you’re wearing the plug, you just love it when your asshole is stuffed. You’ll love it!”, wispers Hoseok in a sadistic voice and dreamily twiddle a bit on the plug before he pulls your butt up, so that you’re sticking your ass up in the air now. You feel the cold air on your wet pussy, makes you shiver briefly. You bet you’re dripping on Hoseok’s jeans.

“And now, count.”

A surprised yelp comes from your lips when the first slap on your right cheek comes faster and harder than you expected. The slap burns slightly on your skin, luckily the pain goes away pretty quickly. But as soon as the pain of the first slap is over, the second slap follows on your left ass cheek.

“I said count!”

Hoseok reminds you in a deep, ice-cold voice and gives you a accusing slap on both buttcheeks, right over the plug.

You whimper and start counting, try to not let yourself get too distracted by the slaps. The slaps themselves are not even the problem, rather you have to fight with the burning sensation on your skin and at the same time with the raging feeling of pleasure in your abdomen, where sexual pleasure mixes with the pain and creates an explosive mixture of desire. Your fingers gripping the bed sheets hard and you’re breathing heavy, especially these specific slaps directly on your plug kills you.

They hurt, of course, but the direct hit on the plug stimulates countless nerve endings on your muscle ring, triggering a wave of euphoric lust that almost makes you beg for more slaps. When Hoseok notices the effect of the slaps on the plug in your body, a diabolic smile flits across your lips.

“Princess, spread your legs a little bit more and support yourself by your shoulders, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for your master.”

You are confused, but you don’t dare to ask and follow the instructions without any comment. You gasp in disbelief when you feel how Hoseok grabs the base of the plug and slowly pulls it out of you, only to immediately place the plug back onto your puckered hole and tease with the tip of the plug your muscle ring, which is glistening of all the Lube.

“Princess, control yourself. Don’t be greedy and don’t just suck the plug back in right away just because I’m slowly pushing it back into you. We’ll practice it until you can control your little fuckhole.”

That’s how it goes. If your ass is too fast and your rosy muscle ring has eagerly sucked the plug in again, Hobi will pull it out immediately and start the next attempt. But not before he gave you a gentle and reprimand slap on your pussy lips and clit.

You notice how you loosen up more and more. The plug slides with every new attempt in and out more and more easily, without your muscle ring immediately having the plug firmly enclosed again.

“Well, that’s just a little bit of training. Now Bunny, you’ll get a little more training~”, purrs Hoseok and seems to be extremely satisfied with himself. You don’t care what kind of training is incoming, you just pray that your asshole or pussy is going to be filled with something. You can’t stand any longer being so empty, you are pretty much too worked up for that.

You can feel how Hoseok is turning away with his upper body and apparently putting the plug on the towel and reaching instead for the tube with the lubricant and the box with the one-way latex gloves. Oh fuck yes! Please, please, please, fuck my tiny asshole with your fingers!

Your arms, which have gradually become a bit numb, get a new adrenaline rush by the thought and you spread your buttcheeks even more. A deep chuckle comes from Hoseok’s throat.

“It seems like my little slut can hardly wait to get her asshole fingered and stretched open for a big, fat cock, right? Do you want it? Do you want that your Master scissoring that tiny asspussy open for your Master’s long cock? What do you want my sweet cum-bunny?”

His filthy dirty talk is driving you crazy, he knows your soft spots too well. You feel your hips shaking, you can’t remember wanting your ass fingerfucked so freaking bad.

“Yes, yes, yes, p-please Master! Fuck my little slutty asshole open with your fingers, please! Let my muscle ring be loose, turn my asshole into a soft and stretched asspussy for your cock! … please, please , please!”

Hoseok curse under his breath, which puts a little satisfied grin on your lips. You also know exactly what kind of words you should use to drive Hoseok insane.

“I’m gonna fingerfuck that little hole of yours properly into a wonderful asspussy, trust me.”

You hear him putting a pair of latex gloves one and use two fingers of his left hand to push the plush around your rosey, puckered hole away and then press a thick layer of cool lube out of the tube onto your muscle ring.

You whine and buck your hips up, can’t wait to feel his fingers inside of you. The first one of his deliciously long fingers slides into your hole, a short time later the second follows after he has determined how well relaxed you are already. He stretches you open with his index and middle fingers so that he can add his ring Finger now too. His movements are getting faster and faster and your whimpering and moaning are getting louder until Hoseok abruptly withdraws the fingers.

He’s breathing hard now and a glance from the corner of your eye is enough to see that he have enough of the training and preparations.

“Princess, open Masters pants and get his dick out and prepare it properly with a thick coat of lube. We both love it messy and slippery with a lot of lube, right? You little anal queen just love the squelching noises your ass makes when I fuck you hard from behind … I always see how your pussy is gushing with arousal when we have a sloppy anal fuck … ”, he whispers in your ear.

You have never been so quick to get his rock-hard, deliciously long and average thick cock out of his pants and to coat it with lube. Then he guides you with your back to him on your knees over his lap, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance and you let yourself down slowly, relishfully slide down onto this wonderful cock with your asscheeks being spread apart. Take this beast of a cock inch by inch until you’re completely sitting on Hoseok’s lap and stuffed the entire length of his cock down to the base into your ass.

The stretched and filled feeling is so delightful that you let out a long moan of pleasure. You just want to lift yourself up again, then lower yourself back onto his lap to ride him, but Hoseok holds you by the waist with an iron hand.

“No, princess. You’ll stay right here and just pull your feet forward. You should no longer kneel, but squat down in such a way that we can watch your dripping and pretty empty pussy in the mirror together. How needy your little pussy hole is to be stuffed up and how wonderful your asshole is already stuffed with a cock. Just a little anal cockwarming, nothing bad. And now we just wait for Namjoon and you can ask him then if he fucks your little pussy, so our cumslut is satisfied and has a load of cum in both of her holes. But now you can practice being patient!”

That could only be a bad joke from Hoseok… but his smile in the mirror tells you a different story. He’s absolutely serious.

In the end there were only twenty minutes left to wait for the third person in your relationship, but it was by far the worst twenty minutes of your life. Hobi forbade every little bouncer on his cock and if you tried, he gave you a quick slap on the clit, which made you whimper in desperation. You were close to tears and when you heard the key in the lock of the front door, you couldn’t hold back and called Namjoon in a tearful voice.

“Daddy, Daddy! Please, please, please, I-I need you, I can’t take it anymore! Daddy, please come!”

Namjoon takes a quick step in the direction of your bedroom and when he opens the door, a surprised expression is written on his face, which quickly changes into the diabolical smirk of the personification of the devil.

“Hm? What’s the matter, princess? Did you get your punishment for being a bratty horny girl today? Hm? Let your Master you wait until Daddy comes home? Did she learn what it means to be patient and not bratty? ”

“Yes, yes, yes! I learned my bitter lesson! B-But please fuck me now! D-Daddy, I need your cock in my pussy to be finally able to cum! P-Please!”

To prove how much you need Namjoon’s cock, Hoseok reaches around your waist, between your gorgeous thighs and spreads your glistening pussy lips with his index and middle finger and presents Namjoon your dripping entrance which is desperately clenching and just scream to be stretched, fucked and filled with cum until it’s leaking out.

“God Hoseok, what did you done with our pretty little doll? She’s desperate like a doggy bitch in her heat, whining and just literally begging for cocks! Calm down, Babygirl. Master and Daddy got you and we’ll take care of your attention seeking holes proberly. ”, says Namjoon and gives you a gentle look, which is destroyed by the dirty smirk in the corners of his mouth.

“Hoseok, keep her spreaded like that. I want to see how well I stretch her pussy open when I’m entering her with my cock.”

Quickly the pants and boxer briefs from Namjoon slipped down and now hanging halfway on his thick thighs and he rubs his beautiful cock two or three times with a cocky grin in his damn beautiful face. And then, finally, finally, finally he glides in your arousal leaking hole and fill you up to the maxium of the possible. A high pitched scream leaves your lips as the brutal fucking begins.

Hoseok lies down on his back, holds your hip with his hands in position with and thrusts from below into your asshole. Namjoon has your legs hooked onto his arms with the bottom side of your knees and grab your thighs roughly while he fucks the shit out of you. You wrapped helplessly your arms around Namjoon’s neck, trying to find a halt somewhere with this animalistic fuck.

“Fuck Baby, I love it when we fuck you together, you are always so fucking tight and I feel Hoseoks Cock fucking you right next to mine. How does it feel? How does it feel being fucked by two thick cocks? You love it, right? You literally live on our dicks, you’re such a filthy cockslut! But you’re our cockslut! And our precious cute cum-bunny, our bunbun what loves to be filled with our thick cum cream!”

More and more high pitched screams full of pure primal need and pleasure comes over your lips, you are so damn near to exlode and to cum so hard like never before. And then put Hoseok the cherry on top and let his fingers in your pussy glidung to your clit and start rubbing and flicking it roughly. It seems, there is so much more in your body to burst and before you’re able to think it to a proper end, you just can feel it.

Clear cum is gushing out of your pussy, over and over again, it seems like there is no end. That’s the first time that you squirted and that’s so freaking damn hot, the boys are eager to milk the very last drop of cum out of your pussy and just rubbing your clit over and over again. Until you sob, you can’t anymore and your clit is so swollen and sore. But the boys aren’t done yet. They have to fill you up too!

You don’t know if you start crying out of pleasure or overstimulation. But when they shoot grunting and groaning their thick cum loads into your holes, you are trembling and sobbing, just completely wrecked. In a good way. You never felt so satisfied and kinda… happy? Calmness slowly returns to the room, you can only hear the heavy breathing of you three.

“Did you learn your lesson that you shouldn’t be disobedient, baby girl?” Namjoon asks you, lifting your chin, looking you straight in the eye. Your voice doesn’t want to work, so you just nod and look at him honestly. A tender smile spreads on his lips. “Good, princess.”

“Hobi, would you please carry her to the bathroom and clean her with a warm, soft washcloth? Then you could let a bath in for the three of us, I’ll come a bit later, I just think I should clean the mess our princess causes and re-make the bed with a new set of bed sheets.”, says Joon with an amused wink into your direction.

Embarrassed, you hide your blushing face on Hobi’s shoulder, who carries you laughing into the bathroom and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

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Ok. So Martin has to figure out what the Eye is at some point before the Goggles Incident or else he wouldnt know to blind himself to escape, right? So. When and how did he figure that out? And like, I get that he cant accept what the Eye offers as real love but wouldn't he try bargaining to, idk, date elias or smthg if the other 3 are released kind of like in aoye? Why would the Eye not go for that in this scenario?

Okay so--yes. Martin does discover what’s going on before the goggles incident. And of course, he discovers you can quit by gouging your eyes out. But it happens in phases.

Phase 1: he gets into the tunnels sometime after the Jane Prentiss threat blows over (but Martin’s been evicted and he’s weirdly having trouble finding a new place.) He gets information on the entities in general from Leitner.

Martin still promises he’ll come back and they’ll exchange more info. When he does come back, he finds Leitner completely fucking dead, so that’s how that goes.

(There is also some drama with the polycule and how they react to the tunnels--but I got another ask on that so I will expound on that Later :) )

Phase 2: Martin, after so much running around and trying to find out what eye monster is doing this and trying to wheedle information from people, gets straight up told by Elias that the Eye is in love with him. Martin does not accept this at first.

Phase 3: Melanie quits.

And you see, this is quite an accomplishment. Jon does now tell her how to quit in this AU, because Jon simply does not find Eric’s tape. Melanie follows Eric’s path in a more--indirect way. She goes through the process trial and error herself.

Of course her first instinct is to simply murder Elias. This prompts consternation from the rest of the polycule. Even Martin objects, also worried about all of them dying, to which Melanie throws something at him and screams not everything is about what you want!

She does feel bad about it afterwards, but she decides that bad feeling must be more Eye brainwashing, so she smothers it intentionally and does not apologize.

The attempts on Elias’s life before standard procedure. The others stop getting riled up about them. It even becomes an integral part of the team atmosphere. Exchanges like: “Ah, sorry Tim, seems like Melanie poisoned everything in the fridge just in case Elias eats any of it” become an ordinary and accepted part of life at the Archives.

The murder attempts distract everyone from all her other attempts to free herself.

Melanie reads every single statement she can get her hands on, trying to find any mention of someone fighting successfully against an Entity’s influence. She finds the story of Agnes Montague freeing someone from the web-induced mind control with a kiss on the cheeks.

That gives Melanie an idea, and sets her on a path. The first stop on that path is Jude Perry.

(CW: self harm, serious self-injury, and self destructive behavior bordering on suicidal.)

Jude laughs at Melanie’s dilemma (she always did find other people’s misery funny) and laughs even more at her hypothesis. Still, when Melanie grits her teeth and explains what she wants from Jude, Jude grins.

“Well,” Jude says. “I can practically guarantee you won’t get anything out of it that you’re hoping for. But you are pretty, so how could I say no?”

Georgie, as Melanie’s emergency contact, is the one who gets called by the hospital and gets to see her bandaged up from the burns Jude left on one side of her face.

Georgie is also there when Melanie gets to wake up and find out it didn’t work--that the same intense pressure for her to return to the Institute is still there. Melanie sobs a bit over it, squeezing Georgie’s hand, but--she’s not done, either. Not remotely.

If it’s not that the Desolation gives some sort of protection from mind control, Melanie decides, it must be that different Entities cancel each other out. And if the Desolation cancels out the Web, then--there has to be one that cancels out the Eye.

And so Melanie’s path continues.

She tracks down Manuela Domingeuz, and then Helen.

Melanie gets locked in the dark box (willingly) for days, and spends some indeterminate amount of time stumbling in Helen’s corridors, listening to Helen’s giggles echo around the corner and wondering if she’ll ever get let out. In each of these it--Melanie can feel the Eye subside for a moment. Can feel her thoughts become her own again.

But once she’s out, the pressure is always back. Pushing her back to the Institute. Letting her know Martin is worried.

She has so, so many fights with Georgie throughout all of this. Because Georgie both disagrees with Melanie keeping everything to herself, and disagrees with everything Melanie is doing when Melanie actually explains any of it.

“This isn’t helping anything, Melanie! I can’t just sit by and watch you slowly kill yourself.”

“Where were you? Please tell me what’s going on.”

“You’re just as bad as Jon.”

They stop talking. They start talking again. Melanie gets increasingly more erratic and hostile in her interactions with everyone. Jon tells her a supernatural bullet is causing this but, “It’s fine, we’ll make sure you stay one of Us enough to keep clear headed.”

She throws something at him, and screams.

Georgie wants her to stop trying. Wants her to focus on self-preservation, and stop self destructing for no foreseeable gain.

“And just let them keep controlling me?” Melanie mumbles, pressed up against Georgie’s shoulder.

“You’d still be alive, though,” Georgie says. “That has to be worth something.”

Melanie almost gives in, then. Only for a second, though. The problem is that Georgie’s words have the exact opposite of the effect Georgie intends. Because Melanie hears that and feels her heart melt and something in her goes: oh, this is what real love is.

She compares it to the foreign obsession that grips her at the worst of times, and she makes a choice.

Next week, Melanie locks herself in her own apartment. She knows she’ll get sick if she doesn’t go back to the Institute. It’s time to see if it will really kill her--or else, call her bluff.

Her phone blows up. She shuts it off and throws it out the window. Over the next few days, it becomes impossible to sleep. She paces, vomits, and scratches at herself. She gets furious, breaks things, kicks things, and cries through it all. She feels an ache in her leg, and thinks about what Jon told her about the bullet.

“Well,” she says, through the haze of lost sleep. “Maybe I can stop one thing from controlling me, at least.”

She cuts up her own leg. Messily, bloodily, not having enough foresight to sterilize the knife or have sutures or gauze ready to go. It’s pure luck that she doesn’t hit a major artery in the process, and that she gets it out.

Then, she hears knocking at the door.

“Fuck off!” she yells.

“Melanie?”

The voice makes her blood run cold. Martin. Her eyes move towards the door without her permission.

“Sasha said you were--you were doing--” Martin swallows. “Melanie, please. You don’t have to--”

Her head spins. She stands up, and heads for the door. She shakily unlocks it as though in a trance, and when she sees Martin on the other side she knows exactly why. The sight of him makes that alien thing at the back of head light up like fireworks.

She also knows, instantly, that Martin came himself because he knew that he’d be able to get her to stop. Because the second he thought hard enough about not wanting her to hurt herself, she wouldn’t be able to. That he's started to believe in the Eye's “love” enough to use it, in this case.

“You,” she tells him, still light-headed, “are a fucker, Martin.”

He doesn’t even defend himself. She hates him for that.

“What did you---your leg. Okay, shit, we need to get you to a--let me call--”

Melanie tries to move her head away. She can’t. She tries to at least blink. She can’t. She’s locked in eye contact with him, and those same fireworks are going off in her head.

Does Melanie work it out, at that moment?

She does think, briefly, of Manuela’s darkness. How that darkness blotted out the Eye’s influence, if only for a moment. About how Manuela ritualistically scratched out photographs of eyes, while Melanie was there. But maybe Melanie still doesn’t really make the intellectual connection.

Maybe it’s just spite.

She can’t move her own goddamn eyes. If it’s gonna be that way, then at the very least the Beholding shouldn’t get them either. And so, Melanie takes the knife she’d just used on her legs, and turns it on her own eyes.

The last thing she sees is Martin’s shrieking face--but the first thing she feels when she wakes up is Georgie’s hand holding hers, and that makes it worth it.

#and now Martin learns (viscerally) how someone can quit #martin + tapes #now with the culmination of Melanie's time in the polycule!

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I feel so bad about liking whump and I want to stop but I don’t know how

Oh, Nonny. If I could, I’d give you a big huge hug right now, because I feel like you really could use one.

First of all, I want to tell you in no uncertain terms that THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU. You’re a beautiful human being, just like every other human being - made up of a pure soul and a whole big mess of totally natural idiosyncrasies, impulses, and interests that are entirely beyond your control. There are a lot of things in life that we can control - our actions, where and how we apply ourselves to our goals, our career paths, our relationships and interactions with others... but when it comes to the very core of our selves, our likes and dislikes, the things that appeal to us, comfort us, or even arouse us - we’re truly at the whim of an intricate mix of neurons and chemistry that we humans can scarcely even understand, let alone control. There are aspects of the whole shebang that are determined by “nurture” rather than “nature” - but nearly all of those things (if not ALL of them entirely) were set in stone long before you were old enough and smart enough to do anything about any of them. So what does this all mean?

Liking whump isn’t your fault. It’s nothing you chose for yourself, and it’s obviously not even something you want. It just is what it is. It’s the same as how someone born with diabetes or autism just is how they are. The only difference is that science can see and measure where and how someone with a physiological divergence veers from the norm, and it’s generally acknowledged that those variances are due to no fault of their own. But thankfully, society is starting to realize that a lot of things that can’t be measured or “seen” in a person’s physical makeup (like gender, sexual preference, mental/emotional disorders, etc) are no less a part of who they are and equally beyond their control. Liking whump is absolutely no different.

It's easy to lump “liking whump” in with other things we might like - the movie genres we like, the shows we watch, the authors we read. However, the polls and discussions us whumpers have taken part in point to whump being something much deeper than just a trope we enjoy. There are emotional and sexual aspects to it (even in those who don’t consider whump to be a sexual kink - the fact that so many whumpers identify as asexual is too coincidental to BE coincidental!) that point to it being more of a core aspect of one’s personality than a mere intellectual fancy.

And that means... Liking whump isn’t something you just quit. With all of the whumpers I’ve spoken with over the years, I’ve never met a single one whose interest in whump faded or magically went away. It might change or evolve, but it tends to remain a part of who you are for the long haul. So the sooner you can make peace with it and stop feeling bad about it... the better!

To start with, you need to stop feeling bad about it. As I’ve said, liking whump is NOT something you chose for yourself. It’s even something you’ve tried to get rid of. So feeling bad or guilty about it makes about as much sense as feeling bad about a mole you might have or the color of your eyes. You’re being unnecessarily hard on yourself, Nonny, and you need to stop it.

Secondly, the things we think about or even enjoy in the privacy of our own minds is no one’s business but our own. Your mind, your thoughts, and your fantasies are all yours and yours alone. No one has the right to judge - or even know - what goes on in there. That is YOUR sacred space and literally anything that happens in there is perfectly okay. It’s what you DO, the actions you take and the choices you make in life, that determine what kind of person you are - NOT the thoughts and images that float through your mind or bring you pleasure. Thoughts are not action. Fantasies are not reality.

Liking whump does not make you a bad person.

Daydreaming about, say, your favorite character/crush/celebrity getting kidnapped and kept in a dungeon isn’t bad. It’s a private, personal fantasy that brings you some kind of satisfaction and makes you feel good - and hurts no one. It is entirely different from actually kidnapping someone and keeping them in a dungeon - which is really, really, really bad and also very illegal and would definitely hurt people and is generally an awful idea. You see? One is not the other, and you needn’t worry about one turning into the other - I haven’t yet met a whumper who’s gone off the deep end and acted on any of their whumpy imaginings!

At least, not with an unwilling partner ;) Which is the other thing to consider: Some whumpers are sexual sadists. They get aroused by seeing others in pain. Rather conveniently for such people, there are also masochists in this great world of ours - folks who get aroused by being in pain. One finds their counterpart in the other and both get their needs met. And, again, there’s nothing wrong with it. No one is getting hurt that doesn’t want to be hurt, and it’s no one’s business but the people engaged in that relationship.

So be nicer to yourself, Nonny. Whether you’re an all-out sexual sadist or just a more general kind of whump-lover, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’ve got an unusual interest (maybe even a kink, that’s your call) that no one ever even has to know about unless you want them to. That’s it. That’s all it is. You’re not bad, you’re not evil, you’re not morally bankrupt, you’re not destined to become a serial killer or end up in prison. You’re just a regular, normal person with an extra spicy imagination. Give yourself permission to enjoy it!

Just, you know, keep it in your head (or in your writing/art/etc) and don’t become a criminal mastermind ;) Or if you do... remember your good ol’ pal KW and send me a couple of cute sex slaves. I like ‘em dark and broody. Thanks ;)

#whump #whump meta #notcolin for ts #kw writes a thing #you are a good nonny #<3 #anonymous #kw ask box

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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Fractures– Calum Hood (Part III soulmate!au)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: casual drinking, angst, smut and more angst

Song inspiration: Clementine by Halsey (because of the color imagery), In Your Eyes by The Weeknd, Hesitate by the Jonas Brothers, Deathbeds by Bring Me The Horizon

Author’s Note: yes the graduation is unrealistic to be done that fast but hey, that’s the magic of writing, anything is possible :)

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Masterlist

The Click (Part I) || Measured in Momentes (Part II)

Enjoy! :) feedback is always welcome

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With classes finally finished, Rose and Calum can finally spend more time with each other without the school curriculum hanging over their heads. To celebrate, they sat at their usual booth in The Dainty Dove where they had their first date nine months ago. Tracey is always their waitress when they come in and she even gave them a sundae for dessert, on the house for their classes being finished.

They tried eating at La Perle a few times but when they giggled a little too loudly and received one too many looks from the other guests, they decided that The Dainty Dove is their spot.

Full of their dinner and complimentary sundae, Rose and Calum arrive at his place satisfied and happy. Rose is excited to sleep in tomorrow as she doesn’t have a shift at the CBS until Wednesday, an end of school year gift from Teresa. The couple climb the stairs to Calum’s bedroom, their movements a bit sluggish as they brush their teeth and wash their faces. Calum makes a big show when Rose changes in front of him, he always lets out a low whistle of appreciation. Rose always responds with a blushed smile that he adores.

When they crawl under the covers, Duke climbs his own little stairs so he can lay curled at their feet, Calum pulls her close and kisses her forehead. He keeps his lips pressed there, inhaling her rose and rainwater scent that he loves so much.

“How does it feel finishing your first year of school?” she asks quietly, her fingers trailing to his neck so she can twirl the strands.

“Great, it was a lot of work but I’m glad I did it,” he grins in the dark. He kisses her forehead once more before shifting onto his pillow. “How about you, Rosie?”

“I’m proud of myself. When I tried college the first time, I couldn’t manage my time well and didn’t really have the motivation like I do now. I can’t wait to go back but I’m excited for the summer.”

“I am too. We’re going to do so much together I bet you’ll get sick of me,” he chuckles slipping his hand beneath his t-shirt she’s wearing. He rubs gentle circles on her lower back.

“I’m not sick of you yet,” she giggles then her voice turns serious with a twinge of hesitancy. “I’ll never get sick of you. Will you get sick of me?”

“Never, sweetheart,” he promises. “You’re my one love.”

“You’re my only love.”

Whenever one of them utters the ‘L’ word, the warmth in their chests glows a little brighter each time. Since that first night when they both said it, the glow seems to grow stronger. As their relationship grows, so does the light within them. Hers is a burning red while his is a warm golden yellow that only the two of them can see.

“Even your heart’s like a rose,” he’d told her one night while they laid under the moon, hands on each other’s chests, right over each other’s hearts so the light would shine through.

As time progressed, the glow began to hum quietly, their love growing stronger. A small vibration within their chests that synced their hearts perfectly.

If one of them were feeling an emotion strongly, the other could feel it as well. One time while Calum was out for a drink with Luke, he suddenly felt incredibly sad and the hum inside him intensified. Instinct made him call Rose immediately only to discover that she found out her grandmother had passed away.

Another instance was when Rose was working a night shift at the CBS and while she was wiping the counters, she felt white hot anger blooming inside her. It was so intense that she threw the sanitizing spray bottle against the wall with her chest feeling equally as hot as her temper. Intuition told her to call Calum. Turns out he was frustrated with one of his assignments.

While they were both in each other’s arms, lips traveling over skin, ragged breaths letting out gasps and moans, the hum became more of a racing flutter. As if their hearts sang to each other whenever they connected so intimately; the most intimate way you can connect with someone. It strengthened even more in that instant when they declared, ‘I love you’ and their bodies were paralyzed for the smallest moment as the euphoria was exchanged.

“Have you fallen asleep on me?” his deep voice pulls Rose from her thoughts.

“No, just taking a walk down memory lane.”

“Can I join you?”

They continue talking until Rose eventually falls asleep, she’s always the first one to fall asleep. Calum counts her breathing which usually helps him lull into his slumber, but he has music notes floating behind his eyelids. He hums the melody out loud, pair that with her breathing he does eventually slip into sleep.

The next morning, Rose awakens to an empty side of the bed. She feels a sort of melancholy in her chest, and it’s when she lifts her head up that she hears it. The soft strum of guitar strings harmonizing with the low tone of Calum’s voice drifts into the room. Curious, she follows the melody to Calum’s music room a few doors down from his bedroom.

She’s only been in there once when he gave her a tour of the house. Rose has never seen him in there then she’s suddenly filled with guilt that she took him away from making music. He took the year off, she knows that, but did that mean he took a year off from creating music? He wrote lyrics constantly, some he even shared with her, but she’s never heard him sing like this.

Rose peeks around the corner to see him sitting in his swivel chair, beanie atop his head while he sings his song. She can barely make out the words but picks up on a few . . . ‘home . . . calling me . . . back to you . . . my home . . .’

The wood creaks when she leans on it more, alerting Calum of her presence and his head lifts quickly. Their gazes meet, she’s filled with more sadness as she stares into his eyes and begins to cry.

“Why are you crying?”

“Why are you sad?”

Their questions overlap then Calum sets his guitar on the ground. He motions for her to join him with his fingers and she shuffles in, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Calum drags her onto his lap, his thumb drying her cheeks even more.

“I don’t mean to cry,” she blubbers as more tears fall against her will, “I can feel how sad you are.”

“I’m sorry baby,” he sighs. “I had this melody in my head, and I got to thinking of back home and had to let it out. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I’m just too sensitive,” she giggles wetly. “We can go to Australia if you want, it isn’t fun being homesick.”

“You’re perfect,” he shakes his head then kisses her cheek. “Home is wherever I’m with you, sweetheart.”

***

Rose stands next to Ruby while Calum and the others are skirting around backstage preparing for the Friends of Friends show they’re putting on tonight. It’s a few hours until doors will open, and Rose is enjoying watching Calum in his element, it’s a side she hasn’t seen before.

He’s approached by a lot of people while he’s setting the stage with speakers and cords. She can hear the sense of authority in his voice as he instructs them on what to do or where to go. He catches her eye, shoots her a wink and Rose giggles while she waves at him.

“Can I ask you something?” Ruby asks swirling her black straw in her vodka soda. The ice clinks hard against the glass that her eyes are glued to.

“Anything,” Rose shifts so she can rest her elbow on the bar top. She and Ruby have become quite close, Rose considers her a best friend.

“When . . . how did Cal tell you the ‘L’ word?” her honey brown eyes lift to meet Rose’s dark blue.

“It was right before we were leaving to meet you and Ash for dinner, actually,” Rose starts, “I wrote a poem that had the word in it. He found it and I felt embarrassed but then he said it and I said it and . . . something changed when we did.”

“What changed?”

Rose glances up at Calum who is now lifting a large speaker onto his shoulder. The action made his shirt tug open revealing a triangular view of his chest, allowing some of his tattoos peek out. Even from this distance, she can faintly hear the hum of his heart, and see the glow in his chest radiating dimly. She feels her own heart leap at the connection.

“It’s like our hearts met,” Rose finally says turning her attention to Ruby. “They synced up somehow and we can really sense what the other is feeling.”

“Is there a glow? Or a light? I’ve been doing some research on soulmates and not many people are like you and Calum. I’ve only read about two others who have said the ‘L’ word and they spoke of a light.”

“Yeah, there is a glow. When we first said it, it was like it transferred between us, his is more of a warm yellow and mine is red. The hum has become more recent. We’re still trying to figure it all out ourselves.”

“That’s . . . interesting,” Ruby swirls her straw in her glass again. She’s not acting like herself; she’s being very reserved compared to her usual frenzy energy.

“Rue, do you want to say it to Ashton?” Rose asks softly.

“Yes. Maybe. I’m not sure,” Ruby sighs. “I’ve been feeling different lately. I think I almost said it yesterday while we were doing yoga. It might have just been the moment of calm or something but I... I felt it. In my chest.”

“Why didn’t you say it?”

“What if he doesn’t say it back?”

Rose rests her hand on Ruby’s shoulder, giving her a tight squeeze. “How could he not? You’re soulmates.”

When the show started, Rose and Ruby were near the front of the stage, drinks in hand while they watched other performers. The first act was an indie pop duo that used synthesizers in their sound. It made the whole room vibrate and combined with their voices you could really feel the emotion in their songs.

Rose snapped photos and took videos of each performance afterward, a DJ with intense transitions, a male singer that only used a ukulele as his instrument and then a small girl band that got the crowd hyped up for 5 Seconds of Summer to end the show.

Rose could feel her heart thumping against her ribs, it’s a mix of nerves and excitement and she knows it’s what Calum is feeling. The lights go down and she can see Calum and the others walk onstage while a few people cheer and clap in anticipation. Ashton snaps his sticks together just as the lights turn red, they’re under a hazy glow as Michael’s guitar tunes in place and their voices start harmonizing.

Her heart leaps in her chest as she watches Calum completely in his element. His fingers work the bass meticulously and when he’s at the keyboard, he still finds a groove with the music, letting it work through his whole body.

Rose’s favorite part of the performance is Wildflower. She can’t take her eyes off him and he can’t take his eyes off her. He enjoys watching her dance and sing along just as much as she enjoys seeing him perform. Their hearts are in sync, their glow starts to grow, and their eyes stay locked on one another.

When the show is over, Rose and Ruby are ushered backstage to meet the guys. They’re all taking a final bow while also ending the night with their gratitude and love for the crowd joining them. Calum leads the pack offstage, his eyes searching for Rose.

Once they’re finally together, she springs into his waiting arms. His body is warm and a little damp from playing but his cologne tickles her nose in the best way possible as she praises him in his ear, Calum’s arms around her tighten in response.

“You liked it?” he asks in her ear.

Rose pulls her head from his neck to smile at him, her fingers wipe the small beads of sweat above his eyebrow. “I loved it, you’re so good, honey.”

Calum grins widely before pressing his lips to hers.

***

Calum wakes with a pounding headache. He wishes it were from a hangover but instead, his fight with Rose still replays in his head. He rubs his eyes with the heels of his hand, getting rid of the sleep and attempting to rub the pain in his head away.

He stares at the ceiling wondering how it all went wrong from such a perfect weekend.

Calum had reserved the whole restaurant of The Dainty Dove for Rose’s birthday Saturday evening so that all her friends, coworkers, and those close to her could celebrate her birthday. He wanted the whole day to be special, so he woke up early to retrieve her favorite coffee and cranberry orange muffin from below in the CBS from Teresa.

He placed one red candle in the center of the muffin then proceeded to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ softly until Rose roused awake. Her eyes widened at the sight before her, smile apparent on her face. When Calum finished singing, she blew out the candle then gave Calum a grateful kiss.

After sharing the muffin, the pair showered together where Calum presented her with intimate touches and wandering kisses. Rose’s moans echoed against the shower tiles while he gifted her three times. The rest of the day consisted of pampering and then a lunch with Calum’s sister, Mali-Koa.

He loves how well Rose and his sister get along, they clicked instantly—which is a little ironic on its own since that’s what Rose and Calum felt when they first met-- when she visited over the holidays. A friendship quickly formed between the two and they contacted each other frequently.

When dinnertime rolled around, the two soulmates walked hand in hand inside The Dainty Dove. Rose was shocked at the party he formed for her, tears in her eyes as everyone hugged her. The night was filled with laughter, food, drinks and dancing.

While he was speaking with Luke and Ashton about the direction they wanted to take with the next album, Rose slipped her fingers through Calum’s and pulled him to the makeshift dance floor. Michael was the DJ and the all too familiar intro to ‘In Your Eyes’ by The Weeknd started to play and Rose started to dance loosely against him.

Their fingers locked and unlocked when he’d spin her away from him only to hold her even tighter against his chest, her hips rotating with his. His lips pressed to her neck, smiling against her skin as he breathed her in. She spun around and laced her fingers behind his neck, their eyes met.

“Thank you for this, I love you,” she told him, and her chest bloomed in that warm red.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he grinned, the warm yellow glow came to life in his own chest. Their colors lit up their faces, as if the sunset were settled between them.

He held her hand while he led everyone in singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her over a large cake decorated with blooming roses in every shade. After she blew out her candles, she kissed him, and he could feel her gratitude from her lips.

Calum watches the coffee trickle into the pot as he thinks over the last 48 hours. After some cake, more dancing and drinking, Calum took Rose home. Then on Sunday, they went over to Ashton and Ruby’s for brunch. Rose moved sluggishly but as soon as she got a sip of coffee in her she was fine. Then the fight happened.

“I’m excited to get back into the studio after all this time, this was a good idea to take a year off,” Luke said shoveling more scrambled eggs on his plate.

“That’s great! Do you think you’ll tour next year then?” Rose said while she was buttering a cranberry muffin and then an awkward silence fell amongst the friends. Rose glanced up, looking from each pair of eyes until she landed on Calum who was pointedly avoiding hers.

“Uh, we were discussing touring towards the end of this year,” Luke informed, his fork still holding some eggs.

“Oh, right, of course,” Rose nodded then remained silent while the conversation picked back up.

She picked at her food, half listening and half in her thoughts. If they were planning on touring towards the end of the year, that’s in the middle of the school term. Rose felt Calum trying to catch her gaze throughout the rest of brunch, but she made sure not to meet his eyes. She’s hurt he didn’t tell her any of this and saddened that their summer of spending time together is now inevitably diminished. She hugged and kissed the others goodbye and gave Calum a cold, hard look before they exited the house.

“I’m sorry, I was going to talk to you about all this,” Calum said once they were in the privacy of his car.

“When?” Rose tried to keep her tone even.

“Definitely not on your birthday weekend,” he sighed then reached over to grab her hand. She pulled away. Defeated, he rests his arm on the center console, preparing himself for the aftermath of Luke’s slip of information.

“Then when Calum? I didn’t even know you were going back to the studio soon, or that you wanted an album to be released in what... the next four or five months? When were you going to tell me, you weren’t going back to school?” she tried to keep her tone even, but her anger quivered through her lips and Calum felt her anger shake in his chest.

“We all agreed to the one-year break, I love school, but I’ve given up a lot for this band. I can’t bail on them now.”

“You can’t bail on yourself either, you love school. I don’t think you should drop out.”

“I can’t do both. I don’t really have much of a say, Rosie.”

“Yes, you do! You have a lot of say! I know the band and music is important to you, it’s a part of who you are and what makes you, you. I don’t think you should drop out,” she shook her head.

“It’s not your decision to make,” he mumbled but Rose heard him.

She snapped her head in his direction, her heart jumped to her throat and her airway felt trapped from his words.

“Looks like you made the decision to not discuss anything with me,” her voice shook but this time with tears creeping up.

Calum felt the change within him, he’s never felt this way before, and he stared at her, but Rose kept her face turned out her window.

“Rosie—”

“Take me home.”

“Ro—”

“Please, Calum, take me home. . .” she whispered then sucked in harshly, keeping her tears in.

When he pulled up to the CBS, he tried to reach for her, but Rose fumbled her way out of the car as fast as she could then walked swiftly inside. She didn’t even turn around. Calum sat frozen for a few moments, paralyzed at their first big fight. He could still feel her emotions within him, his chest rattled when he finally pulled away to go home.

His own eyes filled with angry tears, he desperately wanted to turn around so he could comfort her, but he knew she needed to be alone.

Calum hasn’t heard from Rose since yesterday after he dropped her off. He’s tried calling and texting her, but he’s left on voicemail and on read. He goes through the motions of making his coffee, he even made Rose’s coffee how she likes it without realizing it.

His front door slams open and he rushes towards it, thinking it’s Rose and they can finally talk and make up. He sees his sister standing there instead. Although he’s happy to see her, he’s disappointed it’s not his Rose.

“Hey,” he mumbles.

“You’re an idiot, little brother. Why aren’t you over at Rose’s place apologizing?” Mali-Koa demands, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’ve been trying! She hasn’t responded back and won’t take my calls. She’s upset, she needs space.”

“Maybe last night but not right now. You really hurt her feelings by keeping all of this from her. She’s your partner, hell, she’s your soulmate, Cal. Your life and her life are intertwined forever, you shouldn’t keep things from her.”

“You don’t think I know that? I had no idea how to bring it up to her! I can feel exactly what she’s feeling right now…” he seethes as his emotions and Rose’s collide within him. Then he gives his sister a confused look, “How do you know we’re in a fight?”

“We were supposed to go shopping and get lunch, but she cancelled on me and I asked if she was all right and she told me everything. Find a way to finish school, it’s clearly important to her that you do,” she says earnestly. “I came here to talk sense into you. Go to her, Cal.”

In a split moment of hesitation, Calum darts upstairs to grab his shoes and change quickly into something other than just his basketball shorts. When he gets downstairs and grabs his keys, Duke is in his sister’s arms.

“I got Duke; you stay with her until this is resolved.”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” he huffs giving her a quick kiss to her cheek then makes his way to his girl.

Calum already had his key ready as he took the steps to Rose’s apartment two at a time. He’s breathless when he opens the door to find her exactly where he knew she’d be, in her bed with one of his sweatshirts on. As soon as she sees him, Rose bounds from the safety of her warm bed right into her arms. He caught a glimpse of her red face and swollen eyes before he held her tightly against his chest.

When they connected, Calum felt her emotions finally break. His own chest broke open while hers did. He took her sadness, anger, and frustration as his own and held her through the release. Hot tears sprung from his own eyes, they held each other tightly until the silent storm passed.

Once her body stopped trembling, Calum pushes her away slightly so he can look into her eyes. He frames her cheeks with his hands, his forehead knocks against hers.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he sighs, “I should’ve told you from the beginning what me and the guys were discussing about the studio and the album and touring. Touring isn’t even set in stone yet; I don’t know why Luke said that in the first place.”

“But what about school? What about me?”

Calum’s heart nearly broke at her last question. She doesn’t think he’d leave her behind does she?

“I’ll—we can figure this all out. Together, yeah?” he asks, and she nods before leaning up to press her lips to his. “Let me get you some water and we can talk about it.”

Rose went back to her bed while he poured her a glass of cold water, a trick he learned that when she’s upset, she either splashes cold water on her face or drinks a whole glass. He joins her in the middle of her bed, and she drinks half the glass before snuggling against him.

They discuss the pros and cons of quitting school, pros and cons of him being at the studio nearly everyday this summer and what touring would look like if it happened at the end of the year. As they talked, Calum felt her emotions lower and that hum in his chest became more of a steady vibration. Her hand rested on his chest with his own covering hers. Occasionally he’d lower his head so he could kiss her fingertips.

By the end of their discussion, he decided to finish school online and promised they would still spend a lot of their summer together. Touring was still up in the air but if it were to happen, she would fly out during breaks and he’d fly back to her when they’d have a longer lag between shows.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks while they’re still lying together in her bed. Their fingers lock and unlock on his chest. She nods against his shoulder. “Why do you want me to finish school so badly?”

“Because, it’s what brought you to me.”

***

One Year Later

Graduation day. A day that both Calum and Rose have been waiting for. Their friends watched them walk across the stage and toss their caps into the air. Ruby even snapped a photo of them giving each other a celebratory kiss as the caps fell around them.

Their graduation party is held at none other than The Dainty Dove where Tracey helped decorate the restaurant with streamers, balloons, signs and each table had their own centerpiece of a ‘Congrats Grads!’

It was a day of celebration of their endeavors, and for Rose and Calum, it was a night of reminiscing as they sat out on his patio once the festivities were over.

He’s sat on a chair, his dress shirt unbuttoned, his tie loose and hanging down his chest when Rose saunters out still in her dress but barefoot. A champagne bottle is clutched between her fingers.

“Hey grad,” she smiles and fits herself onto his lap comfortably.

“Hi beautiful,” he grins, arms wrapping around her body. He notices the cork is still in the bottle then glances up at her. “Need help opening this?”

“Please,” she giggles, “the pop scares me.”

Calum kisses her cheek before unwinding his arms from her then presses the bottle against his lower stomach. Rose covers her ears but still jumps and squeals when he pops the cork. It flies into the pool and a little bit of the bubbly flows over onto the concrete making Calum to lean forward and slurp some of it up. He doesn’t want it to get on Rose and make her sticky.

“Thank you, honey,” she praises resting her arm around his broad shoulders, her nails rub the nape of his neck as he hands her the bottle.

“To you, college graduate,” he toasts.

Rose holds the neck of the bottle and takes a hearty swallow; her eyes tear up a little from the alcohol and the bubbles. She holds it out to him.

“To you, college graduate,” she smiles, and he drinks the same amount as she did. He smacks his lips together leaning forward to give her a kiss. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you. I’m proud of you, sweetheart, and us, we’ve accomplished a lot this year.”

“We did, didn’t we? I can’t believe I’ve been living here for six months,” she sighs resting her head against his temple, the champagne bottle nestled in her lap.

It was an easy transition of her moving in with Calum even if it was in the middle of their second school year. Nearly all her things were at his place anyway and she was always there after school. Or he’d be at her place a lot of the time, it only made sense to move into his place because the space was bigger, and Duke had a yard to run around it.

“It’s been an exciting six months,” he nods. His fingers tickle up and down her thigh. “Speaking of six months, Honey’s going to be that old next week.”

Rose glances over to their new family member behind Calum—a golden retriever named Honey—as she sleeps soundly against the glass sliding door inside the house. Duke is next to her, snuggled against her body and Rose giggles at the pair thinking of Calum’s nickname for them: Honey Duke’s like from Harry Potter.

“She’s getting so big; I wish she could stay the same size as Duke.”

“Yeah, I need to get used to having a medium sized dog now,” Calum chuckles. “But she’ll be his protector I’m sure.”

“Hey, you know what we should do?” Rose perks up, Calum looks at her expectantly, his dark eyebrows rising slightly. “Can we go to Paris again before the album release next month? I loved it when we went on spring break.”

Calum smiles at the memories of walking along the Seine and down the streets of Paris, Rose’s hand in his. The pictures from their trip are hung in a frame that resembles the Eiffel Tower in their living room. At the center is a photo of them kissing in front of the tower as it’s lit up in a dazzling light show behind them. To their surprise, somehow both of their glows in their chests appeared in the photo.

The other frames were of them in the streets of Paris, on a bridge, in front of the Notre Dame and other fun selfies they took. They were only there for a week because of spring break and if they went now, they would go for at least three. Rose fell in love with Paris which didn’t surprise him.

“Of course, we can, sweetheart. The bread and cheese here just doesn’t taste the same.”

They pass the champagne bottle back and forth, enjoying their moment of memories, happiness from the day and excitement for the future to come. Rose has interviews with magazines and a few publishing companies she’ll hopefully end up working for. But right now, it’s just the two of them.

“I actually have a graduation gift for you,” he says suddenly when the champagne bottle is half empty and pressed to Rose’s lips.

She splutters on her sip, wiping her chin of the dribble, eyes wide.

“Cal, we said no graduation gifts to each other,” she reprimands.

“I know, but I couldn’t help myself. C’mon,” he pats the side of her butt affectionately. “It’s in the bedroom.”

With their fingers loosely locked, they traipse inside to their room where the dogs follow them as soon as they heard movement. Rose takes one more sip of the champagne, feeling the bubbles dance inside her head as she watches Calum take a last sip before resting it on the dresser. He pushes her to sit onto the edge of the bed and he scrambles through his bookbag.

Rose watches him curiously when he pulls out a small black book. He holds it out to her, and she sees the words mon unique amour encrypted in gold lettering. Calum kneels in front of her as she opens the book gasping when she sees it’s filled with little poems and song lyrics that he’s written about her and for her.

Tears spring in her eyes as she pages through the words of his love then at the last page is a note from him that reads:

No amount of words will convey my love for you, but I’ll never stop writing of the love we have. It has powers to cross the deepest oceans, withstand any storm and shines brighter than the sun. You’re my light, my life, my one love and my soulmate. I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I have to ask you something, so look up at me with those beautiful eyes you have, sweetheart. . . .

She looks up at him and he’s holding a diamond ring between his fingers, she didn’t even notice he was knelt on one knee. Rose snaps the book shut setting it next to her on the bed, her attention on Calum

“Will you marry me, Rose?” he grins, his own eyes a little glossy.

Rose caresses his face as she gives out a shaky “yes” and then he slips the ring on her finger. She pulls him closer by the collar of his shirt so she can press her lips to his.

“I love you so much,” she sighs pulling him even more over her body. Her hands are making quick work of untucking his shirt from his dress pants. The vibration in her chest buzzes, Calum hoists her further into the center of their bed helping her remove his shirt and tie from his neck.

“I love you more than words,” he sighs when her nails grate down his chest then to the buttons of his pants.

Once he’s undressed, he helps her tug her dress off her body. Her chest is glowing red, illuminating her face in a rosy glow just as his own chest radiates the sun into his eyes. Their lips connect, he rubs himself against her core while his hand hooks her leg over his hip.

She sighs in his ear while he suckles on her neck and his fingers tease her entrance open meticulously. Her body moves like a wave beneath his as he works her over. When she orgasms, Calum situates himself more in between her thighs, his tip paused at her entrance.

Slowly and oh so gently, he laces his fingers through hers, both watching the diamond on her finger sparkle in the lowlight of the moon spilling into their room. He thrusts his hips forward slowly, filling her up inch by pleasurable inch. He watches in fascination as her mouth falls open, a quiet sigh slipping out and her chest blooms like the beautiful Rose that she is just as his own sunshine radiates outward.

Together, bodies moving in tandem with their love in a continuous loop, the colors of their hearts form an even darker orange. Their heart and soul reach a new level as the color bursts forth, exploding behind their eyes as they come together in a rush of passion. Their love is transcending, and it leaves them both breathless.

Calum just replied to Rose to drive safe on her way to the venue where they’re hosting another Friends of Friends show. He arrived earlier with Ashton and Ruby to help set up and go over last-minute things with the artists while Rose had some errands to run. She’s running a little late right now and a storm is coming; he knows how much she hates storms let alone driving in them.

It’s been a week since their graduation and engagement and Calum felt like he was walking on air. Since that night, their love has never felt more solid and their sixth sense of feeling each other’s emotions have changed to more selective sensations. Currently, they’ve both felt nothing but pure joy, but it radiated throughout their entire being.

While Calum is bringing in more equipment from the trucks out back, he notices the dark clouds approaching at a faster rate. Members of the crew offer their congratulations on the graduation and his engagement to Rose as they pass him by.

The stage is nearly set up when Calum scans the crowd that’s formed in front of the stage and has asked around of Rose has arrived yet. He’s met with disappointment that she hasn’t, and he checks his phone. She read his message twenty-five minutes ago, she should be here by now.

“She’ll be here soon,” Luke tries to console him, “you know how LA traffic is.”

“Yeah, but there’s a storm coming. She hates them and hates them even more while she drives. They make her nervous,” Calum stresses.

“Have you tried calling her?”

“I don’t want to distract her,” he shakes his head then hefts a speaker into his arms.

His mind is on Rose while he balances the speaker on the stand next to Ashton’s set as Ashton is securing the bolts.

Suddenly, Calum is filled with a heavy pain in his head and chest. It’s almost as if his heart is screaming and he’s blinded by a bright light that makes him collapse to the floor. The speaker is busted, and Ashton is by his best friend’s side immediately.

Distantly, Calum hears his friends calling his name, but he feels as if his head is about to split open, his chest already feels like it has. He doesn’t know how long he’s stuck in this pain filled moment of time but when he comes to, the bright light fades away and he’s staring at Ashton who is somehow still in dark shadows. He’s looking at him as if he were outside for hours without sunglasses on and his eyes are still adjusting to the indoors. He blinks rapidly trying to get normal color back.

Once he’s back in focus, his head is spinning uncontrollably, he feels nauseous from it all and dry heaves. He feels hands on him trying to push him back onto his back and others trying to tilt him over in case he does get sick.

As quick as it started, it all goes away. The burning warmth and constant hum he’s felt in his chest since he and Rose said ‘I love you’ is drifting away until he can barely feel it anymore. Panicking, he looks down at his chest, the new orange color that was created a week ago after they made love is changing back to his personal golden yellow.

“Cal! What’s happening?!�� Ashton shouts shaking his friend, his voice and eyes filled with worry as Calum stares back up at him.

“Rose!” he chokes out then he hears ghostly sirens in his head and his world goes dark.

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hi! sorry i dont know if your askbox is open, sorry if its not 😰. If it is, can i ask a scenario for who from more to less if the boys whould have "stronger stomachs", i mean who could deal with more extreme situations. (like a s/o who gets severely hurt, or has a bug acident or dealing with a pregnant s/o who has to deliver at home, etc) Thanks!

Ofc! Asks are open and I’m slowly but surely getting through them doing a few at once as well.

To be honest, the boys all have pretty strong stomachs when it comes to injuries and accidents considering the amount of chaos they’ve already been through. However, they’re all different in a way as well which I will get to. As for pregnancy at home, yeah some of these boys are a mess. Full summaries under the cut!

Victor:

I honestly believe Victor has the weakest stomach among the five of them. As far as we know, he hasn’t been through as much as the others. Sure, he and MC went through some childhood trauma together, but as for more severe incidents, he doesn’t seem to have as much experience. He very much seems like he would have a hard time seeing someone dear to him in an accident and/or severely injured. The same goes for seeing unknown people this way but it hits him a lot harder when it’s someone he knows. We already know this man has anxiety levels at 100 when someone dear to him gets hurt please stop having guards follow me into the women’s bathroom for the LOVE OF GOD IM FINE. But anywho, weak stomach > strong stomach for Victor. More on the weaker side just because he has a shit ton of anxiety and doesn’t want to believe it when he sees it.

Do I have to explain for pregnancy at home? The man is FREAKING O U T. He has called guards, personal doctors, a whole team of people, literally anything his money can buy him to help MC in this situation. He doesn’t know what to do at all and tries to play it off but miserably fails at doing so. Anxiety levels have reached 1000%. His weak stomach here is also mainly from anxiety rather than blood and such but lord help his soul.

Kiro:

SPOILER ALERT. Kiro’s will include spoilers from both the main story and information from his latest rumors and secrets which has not yet been revealed in the main story.

Kiro is a confusing one. The best way to explain it is by putting him in a certain scenario:

One of his very close friends/loved ones has been seriously injured. Upon seeing these injuries and the blood that came with them with his own eyes, he covers his mouth from naseuousness. The idea of someone so dear to him being in such pain—

However, theres a sense of nonchalantness he couldn’t quite make out. While he may not have the strongest stomach after seeing severe injuries, he doesn’t seem as bothered as he expected to be; Almost as if he was used to it. He has an idea why but they’re only fade memories. **CHAPTER 10+ SPOILERS** Having an “alter ego” is difficult considering he doesn’t always remember everything as the other person. Kiro only has partial memories of Helios while Helios only has small fragments of Kiro. But was he really Helios that often to become used to such injuries? He can never remember but he always assumed he was Kiro more than Helios. **Rumors & Secrets Spoiler** While that may be true, Kiro isn’t his core self. Deep deep down, he isn’t Kiro at his core and only became Kiro when instructed to as a child (it was revealed that he was told to become Kiro at a young age. We don’t have too many details on this yet but I’m assuming it was either an experiment tested on him or someone’s evol getting in his head). At his core, he has seen much violence. He has been a pawn for Black Swan and has been on many missions. Blood and injuries don’t faze him in the slightest anymore. He doesn’t like making a mess of things but he also doesn’t hesitate if a job needs to be done. He’s been injured far too many times to care at this point. The reason for Kiro’s calm composure is purely because of how nothing affects him as Helios, but he, as Kiro, does not know this. This also explains Kiro’s serious hacker side as well as Helios’ soft side when it comes to MC. Kiro and Helios act so different yet have very similar traits all because they affect each other as a whole.

Now as for pregnancy, Kiro is surprisingly calm. Sure he’s nervous but he’s a lot more encouraging and reassures MC that everything will be ok. He makes calls, texts for advice and what to do in this situation, but he still remains as cool as ever. He has a pretty strong stomach with pregnancy because he knows and understands the beauty in life. After all, he is our sunshine. Seeing the baby coming doesn’t scare him, it makes him beam with joy as he continues to encourage MC to keep pushing and that she’s doing a great job. He keeps a smile on his face the whole time as to not make MC worry.

Gavin:

Gavin is a complicated one. He has worked with the police force ever since graduating high school. He’s a captain for not only the police force but for the secret evol organization as well. This doesn’t just mean he’s one of the strongest and most intelligent individuals in the force, but also one of the most capable during missions. You can’t freeze in a mission; You can’t hesitate in the slightest. You have to be prepared for anything and everything and that includes serious injuries or even death. You can’t let things like that faze you or you won’t make it. This tells us that Gavin has a pretty strong stomach when considering injuries or accidents. HOWEVER, as told to us in later chapters, Gavin lost his mother in a fire. Because of this, he gets much more anxious and shaken when fires are involved. Eli, Gavin’s partner, also mentioned how Gavin hates fires in general, confirming that fires are unsettling for Gavin. This doesn’t necessarily mean that Gavin can’t handle the situation, but that he has more anxiety when dealing with anything fire related. Anxiety is a different kind of effect on someone’s stomach compared to not being able to handle the sight of blood. Gavin’s weak stomach to fire incidents is purely from stress and anxiety. Other than that, Gavin has one of the strongest stomachs out of the suitors.

As for pregnancy… haha oh lord you bet your ass this man is nearly on the floor. You probably have to do the contraction count for him so he doesn’t pass out, himself. Like I said before, blood doesn’t faze him especially when he knows it’s natural during pregnancy. However, the idea of not having a professional or someone to help you gives him more anxiety than he’s ever had. He only wants you and the baby to be ok. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he suggests the idea of him flying you to the nearest hospital. And to be quite honest, that may even work considering how FAST he flies. Overall, he has a pretty strong stomach here as well. He just has a lot of anxiety when it comes to MC.

Shaw:

**There will also be spoilers on Shaw and his background/where he comes from. I will try to make it as discreet as possible so not too much will be spoiled for those who don’t know yet, so read at your own risk**

Again, this boy has been through thick and thin his whole life. Considering his dad is a big shot in the military/police force as well as some Evol organization, Shaw has very likely seen a lot. Because his father was a very important part of an evol organization, he wanted a child with a powerful evol and ended up having Shaw who possessed an evol at a very young age. And because of this, Shaw was taken away from any family he had and was raised by his bitch of a father if I must say so myself. In later chapters, Shaw takes out a big group of people all by himself and laughs it off (just the kind of person he is, I swear he’s not crazy, he’s just broken on the inside). While Shaw and Lucien are very similar when it comes to being mysterious, I actually think it’s more difficult to read Shaw. He’s very unpredictable so I really don’t know if injuries or accidents faze him more than I believe. However, from what we’ve seen, I don’t think he minds all that much. He has a strong stomach and can handle these sort of events but I can’t say for sure if he hates it deep down or not just because he seems very sad and lonely behind his facade.

As for pregnancy, he’s somewhat in the middle of being calm and freaking out. If any of y’all play Ikemen Vampire, think of Leo in this case. Tries to play stuff off, panics on the inside, but still knows what to do in this situation. He’s more or less quiet in this situation as well. No sassy remarks, more focused and even supportive Shaw? supportive??? Yes he can be a good boy too, he’s just an asshat 99% of the time. I’m also convinced he doesn’t know much on pregnancy considering he doesn’t know WHAT A MCHECCIN DATE IS. But Shaw being Shaw probably knows exactly what to do just because he’s an intellectual little SHIT. To be honest, I feel like he may even have more of a weak stomach when it comes to pregnancy in general. He has this sort of innocence to him so he isn’t fully prepared for what is to come with pregnancy. Especially if MC is delivering at home, he probably has no idea what is right or wrong so seeing something completely natural may make him panic on the inside because he’s really unsure. He just has a natural talent at knowing what to do in situations.

Lucien:

Lucien has seen some shit. Nothing fazes this man, let’s be honest. Out of all the suitors, I believe Lucien has seen the most gruesome and disturbing events this goes without including Helios. **CHAPTERS 10+ SPOILERS AHEAD**

Lucien has practically been a test subject his whole life. His evol is still very confusing to us, but the best way to explain it is by saying he has the ability to “copy” or “steal” evols. There’s not much information covering this yet so I won’t get that far into it, however, he was only one of the many experiments, such as Hades, who have been tested on and survive. Being grown up as an experiment automatically helps develop a stronger stomach for him. Even if he might’ve had a weak stomach as a child, constantly being put through this stuff his whole life surly would’ve had an affect on how much he would be able to handle. Seeing the same stuff over and over again, consistently would eventually build up tolerance to the point where he can handle almost any sort of injuries or accidents. So Lucien has one of the strongest if not the strongest among the group.

Then there’s pregnancy. He is there. He is ready to deliver the baby himself. Yes, he can do that. No, I don’t think he is completely qualified LMAO but let’s be real here, he’s a prodigy and one of the most intelligent people in Loveland City honestly probably even the country. This is like a walk in the park for him. He knows everything about pregnancy MINUS THE PAIN and everything to do in this situation. He keeps a smile on his face the whole time as well. Very loving and supportive while delivering their own baby. The blood and sight of pregnancy doesn’t faze him one bit. He only gets worried when MC looks terribly in pain. He does everything he can to soothe the pain for her and takes care of everything after to let her rest. Honestly hate how amazing of a husband and dad he would be. Overall, he has one hell of a strong stomach with pregnancy and a very strong stomach with accidents/injuries.

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