#(he was my friend’s ex / father of her child who abused her like. really bad)

[mxfortune-teller]

I’m gonna start crying lol why can’t I just have one good and normal day

[dolche-tejada]

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he have Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best he could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Changes

What do you do when the person you once were becomes the person you miss being the most?

Tags/Warnings: Aged up!Jungkook, Younger!Reader, Age Gap (9 years, JK is mentioned to be 34/35), Angst, Mature romance, Jungkook's ex wife, mentions of past physical abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse, fluff, flirty Jungkook, no smut in this I'm sorry pls still read it :( there's some tension tho!!

Length: 6.5k words

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"Thanks for picking him up." Taehyung sighs, his son happily in the living room, taking a nap from school as he tucks himself in on the couch while his favorite show plays on the TV.

"I would've asked her, you know, but I feel like I'm relying too much on her again." The young father sighs. "I'm basically treating her the same as I did years ago, just without the pay."

"I heard about that." Jungkook says, drinking his coffee at the kitchen table where he sits across Taehyung. "She used to nanny while you lived separately from your wife, I think it was." He hums, setting his cup down. Jungkook isn't on bad terms with Taehyung's wife- but he tends to not say her name, because he honestly harbors quite a bit of distaste towards the woman who refuses to properly take care of her own child.

"Well don't you seem to know a bit about her now." Taehyung squints his eyes in suspicion. "What happened to 'she's too young for me anyways' huh?" He teases, and Jungkook sighs.

"Well, things.. happened. And we talked." He shrugs. "We're not.. really a couple, but we agreed to spend time with one another." He explains.

"So you're friends with benefits?" He wonders, drinking his tea while Jungkook leans back.

"No." He shakes his head, even though deep down, it does kind of feel like that to him, now that he thinks about it a bit more. "It's.. a bit more complicated than that. We're simply talking, seeing where it goes." He says.

"Hmhm." Tae nods. "Just don't break her heart. I still got basically nightmares from her last relationship." He mumbles a bit angrily to himself, clearly a bit irritated even just by the thought of it.

"I.. wondered what happened." Jungkook says. "Dae said he was a drinker?" He wonders, and Taehyung nods.

"Drinker, druggie, abusive asshole." He huffs, crossing his arms. "It's the main reason she moved away when Daehyun was younger. She wanted to protect him- make sure he won't get hurt."

"Was he violent?" Jungkook wants to know, because honestly, he has a hunch that that might've been the case. Taehyung seems on edge now, clearly torn between probably saying the truth, and respecting your privacy. "I was intending to ask her anyways. But she seems like the type to downplay her problems in order to make things seem less serious, so I thought you might be more honest." He adds.

"Yeah, she is like that." Tae agrees softly. "I'm not too sure what exactly went down. But I do know that she.. distanced herself out of fear that Daehyun might get hurt." He tells his friend. "Greg started to pick her up every time she'd babysit Daehyun at my house, even after I told him I didn't like that. He still did, still argued, turned up drunk multiple times at my doorstep." The young father remembers. "I kept her with me, of course. I'd never let her drive home with that alcoholic- but I guess something must've happened because she just.. suddenly cut contact." He shrugs. "Sent me a text, changed her number, moved out her old apartment."

"When did she come back?" Jungkook wonders.

"According to Yoongi, a few weeks before the aftershow party." Taehyung responds.

"So that's why you didn't recognize her?" He figures, and Tae nods.

"She changed a lot. Not just visually. She's.." His eyes lower to the cup in his hand. "..a lot more quiet. Cautious. Jumpy." He informs his friend. "And at the same time, she seems to mask a lot of it- get's irritated easily. She's trying to be who she was, but it's obvious that something changed, and whenever someone notices, she becomes defensive."

Jungkook doesn't really know what to think. Looking at Daehyun on the couch, he can absolutely understand your standpoint back then to get away from Taehyung's family in order to protect them- but that means there must have been at least some form of fear against your former partner to make you believe that he could potentially be a danger to the young boy and his father. It could also just be jealousy, of course- but Taehyung is right. You are a little odd sometimes.

And he doesn't know if he wants to know exactly why, or if he wants to let sleeping dogs rest.

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Jungkook leans back in his office chair, headache already almost too unbearable to him, especially considering the woman who's making her way up in the giant corporate building to see him.

She wants money again, he knows it. Evelyn only ever visits him if there's something she wants, after all.

"One might argue they'd know me by now." Evelyn huffs as she enters the office, hair a bit wet as she throws her coat over the chair in front of his desk, before she sits down. "How're you doing?" She wonders, and Jungkook doesn't look away from his laptop's screen whatsoever, still looking through his e-mails. He doesn't have to put too many thoughts into this conversation after all- she's most likely just here to leech off of him again.

"Cut it." He simply says. "What do you want?" He asks, phone on his desk vibrating and chiming with a new notification.

'I can just drop something off for you? I just got off work myself, so it's no hassle.' your message reads, an answer to a former rant from him about his headache, and the fact that he's 'locked in like a dog' in his office and without any proper food ever since this morning. It makes him softly smile a little, the fact that you want to bring him something to eat even though you're probably exhausted from your shift as well is something he's not used to. And he didn't even have to ask for it.

'Only if it's really not an issue for you' his answer reads, and you send a thumbs-up emoji as an answer, before you finish typing your proper answer.

'DW, is anything okay or do you want something specific?' you question, and he immediately types a response.

'Just whatever, really. Nothing too spicy though, please.' he offers, when a hand knocks on the table in front of him, the woman in his office dragging him back into reality with force. He signs, locks his phone before he puts it down, opening a chat with the front desk downstairs to let them know to bring you up when you arrive.

"You know, this was always the issue, Jungkook." Evelyn whines, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. "You're so consumed by your work, it's crazy." She shakes her head.

"That wasn't work, actually." He bites back with a monotone voice, not really offering her any emotion whatsoever- there's nothing left in him anymore he could offer anyways. She took it all, sucked it out of him like an insect, and now she's constantly upset that he's empty inside.

"Anyways, I got this letter recently stating that there was an issue with the bank transfer?" She says, giving him the letter to read- which he does, flying over it just to remember why that bank transfer did not go through. "I told them that they'll get their money by friday." She hums, leaning her face on her palm while he gives her the letter back.

"What do I have to do with it then?" He asks, and she sits upright again, tilting her head a bit in irritation. "You said they'll get their money by friday. Good. Why are you here then?" He asks, arms crossed, office chair squeaking a bit as he leans back into it.

"Well, it's your bank account!" She laughs a bit unsure. "I don't even know why there was apparently not a sufficient balance on it." She argues.

"I resigned the automatic transfer rights." Jungkook tells her, face not moving an inch as he breaks the news. "The letter doesn't mention an insufficient balance at all, Evelyn. It states that there's no bank account set for the automated transfer option at all." He informs her.

"What the fuck Jungkook?!" She barks. "And you didn't even tell me?!" She yells, standing up to slap her hands on his desk. "You can't just make these changes and not inform me about it! Do you know how expensive that was?!" She accuses, and he shrugs, noticing something move behind her, milky glass front of his office hiding what's going on inside and outside, only letting shadows be seen if someone's close enough. "I'll text you the invoice later, and you better fucking pay, you asshole!" She says, when she whips her head around, someone opening the glass door.

"Thanks." You tell the office lady having let you in, before your eyes widen, door closing behind you and instantly drowning out all noise except the very slight sound of the fan in the corner of the room.

"Ah, there you are." Jungkook sighs, suddenly feeling a lot lighter as he looks at you. "Come here- is it still raining a lot?" He wonders easily, taking the white plastic bag from you to set it on his table, before giving you a small hug to greet you. "I think that was all you wanted, wasn't it?" He asks Evelyn, who hasn't even gotten up from her seat, instead clearly studying you now.

"Actually, no." She tells him. "And it's kind of private, so it would be real nice if your assistant would leave." She tells you with a smile that reminds you of a snarling dog.

"Then come back a different day." Jungkook answers her however, offering to take your coat from you to hang next to his own on the wall close to the large windows. "Right now I'm really not in the mood for whatever it might be. Especially not with my girlfriend in the room." He bluntly says, and something seems to flash over her face at the mention of your alleged role in his life.

She slowly stands up to take her coat from the back of the chair, movements a lot slower now, a glare sent into your direction. "Don't get your hopes up, sweetheart." Evelyn tells you, slipping into the sleeves of her coat. "His first love will always stay his job." She almost threatens, before she takes her purse and leaves through the door, leaving a confused you, and a clearly exhausted Jungkook behind.

"Please, sit down." He offers, and you do so, watching how he leans back in his chair, hands running over his face before he sits up again. "I'm sorry. That timing couldn't have been worse." He sighs.

"Ah, here. Do you have water here?" You wonder, and he nods, pointing towards a water dispenser in the room. "Oh, fancy." You laugh, walking up to fill a cup to put in front of him. "I take them myself, they usually help really quickly. Not trying to murder you." You tease, and he chuckles, taking the medication and the cup for himself.

"Thank you, really." He sighs out before taking the pill, washing it down with half of the cup's contents before he closes his eyes for a moment. "God I hate her so much." He suddenly breaks out laughing, before he shakes his head, digging through what you've bought for him.

"I assume that was your ex wife?" You wonder, and he nods.

"I'm also really sorry for telling her you're my girlfriend when we haven't even talked about that yet." He tells you a bit.. shyly almost, while you pull the bag closer to take something out for yourself.

"It's fine." You shrug. "Got a nice ring to it, you know?" You joke, and he smiles, starting to eat.

It's quiet, but not oddly so. He enjoys this a lot, this company without any pressure, no eerie sense of something being about to happen. You're clearly here because you want to be, there's nothing you want from him, nothing you need, nothing you could gain from this. It's just what it is, nothing else, nothing to red between the lines.

"You can ask why she was here, by the way." He offers you, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"I don't have to know." You say, however. "It's got nothing to do with me- right?" You ask, and he nods. "Then it's none of my business. You can rant to me about it, sure, but I can't really give you any opinions on it since I don't really know her, or the situation around you and her." You tell him.

Jungkook watches you for a moment, before he nods. "You're right." He agrees, letting go of the topic entirely for now. He know it's only fair to talk to you about it at some point- but right now is not the time for that, he decides. "Do you want me to drive you home later? I really only have to answer this one E-mail and then I can clock out." He tells you between bites, wiping his fingers before he taps away on his keyboard.

"If it's not a bother, sure." You shrug. "You said you got the weekend off, right?" You ask him, and he nods a bit absentmindedly. "Then how about you stay over?" You ask, and that definitely seems to catch his attention.

"Stay over?" He asks, just to make sure he heard it correctly, and you nod.

"Yeah." You nod. "It's, you know, what boyfriends do with their girlfriends." You tease, making him roll his eyes. "We could cook something, watch a movie. Oh, and one of the lightbulbs in my kitchen broke, so maybe you could fix that for me?" You chirp, and he suddenly smiles brightly to himself, clicking something on his laptop before he shuts it down. "What's that grin for, mister?" You ask, and he just shakes his head.

"Nothing, really." He tells you. "I'm just really happy." He confesses, and you smile the same, now a bit shy.

"Well, what's your answer then?" You wonder, watching him pack the leftovers back into the bag, before he walks to get both his and your jackets, helping you into yours.

"My answer is yes." He says, voice very close to your ear as he leans over your shoulder from behind you, hands on your arms for a second. "I'd love to stay over and fix that lightbulb too, of course.-"

"Since I heard that's what boyfriends do with their girlfriends."

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"There we go." He says, slowly climbing down the plastic kitchen chair you're holding onto just in case. "Anything else while I'm here?" He genuinely asks, and you shake your head, moving the chair back to the small kitchen table.

"No, that was all. Thank you, really." You say, before you move to open the fridge, taking out some things while he stands around with his hands in his pockets. Your apartment is pretty small- living in it together with you would most likely prove to be way too much, but he still thinks it's better than his own, in terms of.. quality.

His own home feels empty. There's nothing in it, it's way too big for a single person, and the view from so high up above the clouds has long lost it's charm to him.

He sits down at the kitchen table, leaning on it a little as he watches you wash some vegetables before you grab a cutting board and a knife. "Daehyun said you're a little lonely without your dog." He says, and you giggle a little, smiling to yourself. "Have you considered getting another one?" He wonders, but you just shrug.

"I'm too busy at the moment." You deny. "I used to bring him to work with me, since he was a very quiet and calm dog, which fit perfect into our office." You remember. "He'd always sleep under my desk, right on my feet. Always kept them warm." You softly say, and he notices that he might've struck a still hurtful topic if only from the sound of your voice becoming somewhat tighter.

"I can imagine. I always wanted a dog too-" He sighs, leaning back. "But.. Evelyn, the woman you saw today, she doesn't like them. So it was out of the question."

"Really?" You wonder, cutting up the vegetables. "I mean, I guess, if both of you were really busy then it probably was for the best." You hum, tension leaving you again. "Gotta look at the bigger picture."

"Yeah, maybe it was for the best." He agrees. To be honest, Evelyn would've probably fought over the dog as well, just like she did over the apartment, and other more petty things like fucking furniture. She wanted to ruin him, if financially then emotionally, and somehow, she somewhat did.

It's quiet again, when you, surprisingly to him, cut into a topic he did not expect.

"His name was Greg." You say, filling a small pot with water before you place it on the stove, turning it on. "You probably talked about him with Taehyung."

"I did." He admits. "But there's not much I know." He offers. "And like you said about my situation, I don't have to know about things that don't concern me. However-" He begins, getting up to now stand closer, find your gaze that's turned downwards onto the cutting board. "-I don't want to accidentally do something that might make you uncomfortable due to past experiences." He says.

"What a tactful way to ask me if I've got any trauma from that guy." You chuckle, moving to put the cut up vegetables in a bowl before you continue the preparations for dinner.

"I'm trying to be gentle here." He attempts to lighten up the mood, and you indeed smile at that.

"And I'm very thankful for that." You offer him, before you sigh, setting down the knife. "I don't.. think we're at a point where I should be dumping all of what happened onto you." You inform him, and he nods, accepting that. "I don't like yelling. If I feel uncomfortable, I'll probably try and get myself out of a situation by any means necessary-" you admit, turning a little to look at him. "-and that will probably include some nasty words thrown your way, if that get's you away from me." You tell him. "And I don't like alcohol. Even if you hand me full on medical evidence that you can't even get drunk, the moment I smell it- I just can't trust you." You say, and he nods.

"Alright, I respect that." He nods.

"I'll also get pretty clingy over time." You add on, making him nod. "And I can be annoying. I'll text you a lot." You continue, and a small smile sneaks itself onto his lips as he shrugs, crossing his arms. "The moment you invite me into your home I'll practically steal half of your closet contents-"

"Is that what he told you?" He wonders, and you grow quiet, eyes avoiding him. "I'm obsessed with my work." He begins his own rant, standing up to walk closer to you. "I never have time for anything else. I'm boring. Sometimes rude, and immature. I'm a perfectionist, but I'm also lazy. I snore, and I work out too much to the point where I'm sweating buckets. I'm a little messy." He tells you, hugging you from behind, though not very intimately- giving you a clear way out if you so want to.

"…is that what she told you?" You answer, and he smiles.

"Let's just agree on getting to know each other just the way we are, not the way someone else described us in the past." He offers, and you nod.

"Alright." You hum, before you push him a little playfully. "Now go and let me cook in here, boyfriend." You tease, making him grin impishly, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he does not walk away from behind you, hands now flat on your ass. "Hey!"

"What? I'm out of your way like this." He tells you almost innocently, hands moving to hold your waist now.

"Sit down there and let me cook!" You laugh.

"But we wanted to cook together, no?" He wonders. "Like.. boyfriend and girlfriend." He leans his chin on your shoulder.

"Well, boyfriends let their girlfriends cook in peace." You threaten, making him chuckle as his fingers squeeze your hips a bit.

"Not if their girlfriend is this attractive." He purrs, making you roll your eyes.

"Jungkook…" You wonder, suddenly way more serious, making his stand up straight again so you can face him. "Is.. that what we are now?" You ask, and his lips part for a second, unsure of his own answer. "I mean, it's fine if we're just playing around. Just.. I'm scared that we might end up in some.. unnecessary drama down the line if we're blurring the lines too much without properly discussing things first." You say.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and you sigh.

"What if you end up calling me.. your girlfriend just as a joke? But I start believing it at some point- thinking we are something serious when we're not. Or the other way around." You explain. "I don't want us to get hurt again. Neither of us."

Jungkook takes a deep breath, and from this close proximity, you can make out two odd dots near his bottom lip you're not too sure of. You might ask him about them some other time.

"Let me take time off of work. Next week, three days." He offers, catching you off guard. "Let's go on a trip. Together. Someplace no one knows us, and we don't know either." He tells you.

"I mean- I would've had friday and the weekend off anyways but-"

"Okay, great, perfect. I'll cancel my Friday meetings." He tells you, hands moving- at first, they seem to attempt to hold your cheeks- but it's like that feels too intimate yet, so he settles for your shoulders. "Let's get to know each other. The real you and me that got.. buried at some point." He offers.

"Why on a trip?" You ask.

"Because it's perfect." He chuckles. "Close proximity of the hotel room we'll share, stress of navigating the unfamiliar environment, the tension of not being able to just 'escape' any uncomfortable situation right away forcing us to talk things out as they happen-" He begins, and your mouth shapes an 'o' as you realize what he's talking about.

"It's a stress-test." You say, and he nods, grinning.

"Exactly." He nods.

"…to be honest you're already stressing me out." You jokingly reply-

Jungkook laughing, and you have a feeling he's not done that in a long time, with the way his ears turn red and his hand covers his mouth in embarrassment of that outburst.

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When Taehyung opens the door, he instantly greets his son who Jungkook has put down the moment he'd noticed the young father arriving at the front door to let him in.

"Oh wow." Taehyung laughs as Jungkook walks in, almost nervously running a hand through his hair. "Is the world ending? Apocalypse? Or am I high?" He jokes, making Jungkook roll his eyes. "No, seriously! I didn't even know you could still put those piercings back in!" He laughs, taking Dae's school backpack to take out his lunchbox so he can sort out the leftovers and wrappers from his snacks.

"It was a bit tricky, I won't lie." He laughs a little. "But they didn't really close all that much since I had them for so long, so it wasn't a big deal." He shrugs.

"What's the occasion?" Tae wonders, throwing the wrappers of Daehyun's snacks in the trash. "You most certainly don't look like you're gonna go to a meeting like that. What happened to 'I'm not in my twenties anymore' huh?" He jokes.

"I'm honestly not sure." He answers, hands in the pockets of his pants. "Just.. felt like it. And I'm not going to the office- I took time off." He confesses.

"Okay, are you running a fever?" Taehyung asks, and Jungkook laughs to himself. "Are you gonna meet up with your.. friend?" He air-quotes, and Jungkook nods, checking the silver watch on his wrist.

"Yeah- we're meeting up later, she's currently packing her things last thing she texted me." He nods. "Our flight is in about three hours from now, but it's her first time flying, so we wanted to be there a bit early just in case." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh, fancy." Taehyung laughs. "Why though?" He wonders, washing the colorful lunchbox of his son in the sink.

"Stress testing." Jungkook offers. "We just want to see if we can handle each other under pressure." He says, and Taehyung sighs.

"My god Jungkook, can you just once try and not make everything more complicated than it has to be?" He worries. "Just spend time with her. Go out for a coffee or something, watch a shitty movie at home and let her suck you off during the commercial break or something, you know, like NORMAL people!" He whines. "You're acting as if this is some million-dollar business discussion. It's really not." He huffs out in frustration. "Listen, I know Eve fucked you over bad, and honestly you've always had a shit-taste in women to begin with because holy fuck if I think back to Lucy-"

"Can you get to the point?" Jungkook complains, a little embarrassed as his friend brings up his admittedly terrible dating history.

"-yeah, sorry." He laughs. "But, trust me-" Taehyung says, drying his hands before he puts them on his friend's shoulders. "-she's honestly perfect for you. Once you help her get her confidence back up, trust me, you've got yourself someone who's not a raging cunt for once." He finishes his rant, and Jungkook takes a deep breath.

"You think?" He worries, and Taehyung nods.

"I do." He says, patting his friend's back before he leads him to his front door. "Be yourself. And I mean, your real self. Be that goofy dude who cries during disney movies and folds his laundry to Depeche Mode at 3 am."

"Why would I do that?" Jungkook cringes, thinking his friend is joking- but he's surprised to find Taehyung with a soft gaze instead, an encouraging smile on his lips.

"Because that's the Jungkook I know." He offers, a somber look on his face.

"And I miss him."

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"Let me take that." He offers, taking the suitcase from you. It's small, scratched up, and he can't help but notice the stickers on it. "You good to go?" He wonders, and you nod, closing the door before locking it, walking next to him out the apartment building towards his by now familiar car, his own luggage already in the trunk where he puts yours now as well.

The moment you sit next to him inside, is when you notice how.. different he is today. Not only from looks alone- but it feels different, oddly enough. Lighter. Not as serious as he usually is. "I wondered what those.. spots were." You say, looking at him from the passenger side, and he raises his brows while stopping at a red light, turning his head towards you, who points to your own lower lip.

"Ah, yeah." He chuckles, a bit bashful. "I.. got them done in my early twenties. Took them out though, because.. I don't know." He shrugs.

"You don't know, of do you just realize that the reason was stupid?" You giggle, and he sighs, with a smile on his lips however.

"Caught me." He confesses, changing lanes as he makes his way to the airport.

"Why'd you put them back in?" You ask, leaning against the car door a bit.

"Because I wanted to be myself." He explains. "I.. like I said. I want you to get to know me. And not the person I became to please others around me." He tells you.

"I assume your.. ex wife didn't like the piercings?" You ask, testing how far you can pry into his past and how much you can poke until he tells you off. But much to your surprise, he seems rather unfazed by the topic.

"She hated my tattoos as well. Wanted me to get them removed constantly." He chuckles, and you're intrigued.

"You've got tattoos as well?" You ask, and he nods.

"Maybe I'll let you see them later?" He flirts, and you grin to yourself, adjusting your legs a little as you stay quiet. "Either way, Evelyn didn't like a lot about me."

"Then why did she marry you?" You ask, noticing too late how mean that question could come off.

"Probably for my bank account." He simply laughs. "I was.. stupid. I thought she was fixing me." He shakes his head. "I thought she only had my best interest in mind." He says, setting his turn lights to enter the airport parking area. "But she always hated me. Still does." He sighs, searching for a proper parking spot.

"Well, I don't hate you." You tell him.

"Yet." He mumbles, before he finally parks the car, turning off the engine. "Do you have your passport and everything on hand? Don't wanna have to unpack everything in a rush later at check-in." He tries to change the topic, but you look at him with eyes so soft that he becomes scared of them.

"Jungkook." You say his name, and he hates how kind it sounds. "As long as you're not like him, I won't hate you. Honestly, I don't even hate him." You tell him, and he nods a bit stiffly, before practically escaping the car, instead putting on his jacket before helping you take out your suitcase and handbag.

Inside the airport, he notices your nervousness, hand constantly reaching out but never holding on to him at all, in any way. It makes him chuckle a little as he watches you fight with yourself for quite a while, before he helps you check in.

You're clearly a bit overstimulated by everything going on around you, looking around anxiously, biting the inside of your lips constantly, even as you both sit down to wait for your gate to open for boarding. "Hey-" He reaches out to tug your lip from your teeth with his thumb, before he smiles in reassurance. "Okay?" He wonders, and you nod, though you're not looking at him. "Come here. You can hold onto me, by the way, if that helps you." Jungkook suggests, and you move your arms to wrap around one of his, body scooting closer to lean your face against his shoulder, sweater soft against your skin. He moves his arm around your shoulders to keep you closer, hand offering itself for you to hold instead, and you do so, fingers cold. "What's that scar?" He wonders, thumb running over a faint scar over the palm of your hand.

"A shoelace." You say, a little quietly.

"A shoelace?" He repeats, and you nod.

"Yeah." You confirm. "I had.. I was in the midst of changing the laces of.. Gregory's boots, because the dog had chewed them. But he got mad anyways, and pulled them out of my hand." You remember. "It happened really quickly, but I remember that it hurt badly." You chuckle. "It was an odd pain. Like my body couldn't decide whether or not I was burned or cut."

Jungkooks hand on your shoulder starts to move a little in a soothing motion, fingers circling around. It's his first confirmation that something did indeed happen, and he's almost convinced that what you just told him was probably not an isolated incident, but simply one of many that went down during your entire relationship.

"I didn't want him to get mad at Yogi. He already hated the poor dog enough." You sigh, closing your eyes as you settle against Jungkook's side. He enjoys this close proximity, the domestic feel of this moment, even though it's out in public and for everyone to see. He doesn't care.

"You can heal with me, you know?" He says, and you look up at him from where you're leaning against his body. "I can't promise you that.. our time spent will be all smooth sailing, but I can assure you that it will be nothing like what you've experienced." He hums towards you.

And you smile warmly, sighing. "Don't worry-" you giggle, closing your eyes.

"-It already is."

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The hotel room is spacious, expensive looking, nothing like you've seen before.

Usually, you only really get to see things like these on vacation photos your friends show you- you yourself don't really travel, you technically don't take time off at all, rather always asking to have your off-days paid out instead if possible. You've got no reason to treat yourself with anything, be it time off or a full on vacation.

Your sense of self worth has shriveled up like rotten fruit over the years, now thrown out like the garbage it is.

Jungkook meanwhile clearly has a routine in him, as he walks through every room first to check if everything's okay, just to then place his bag somewhere near the bed, a big yawn escaping him as he opens the balcony door wide, letting the air of the seaside in. It's odd to see him dressed rather casual, simple but expensive sweater stretching over his broad back. His face still shows the clear stress he's accumulated, and it makes you wonder.

"Do you.. go on vacations often?" You wonder, and he shakes his head.

"No, usually I only fly out for business trips." He explains, watching you sit on the edge of the twin-sized bed. "I originally thought I should book two single beds, by the way. I just.. thought it might be more intimate like this." He tells you, leaning against the small balcony's edge outside, glass door open, as the wind blows through the curtains a little.

"It's okay like this." You nod, making him smile softly.

"Do you want to rest a little?" He asks, and you shrug, unsure. You only have three days- if you sleep now, it's probably annoying to him since he most likely planned something on this trip for you both to do. He at least comes across as someone who likes to have everything set out and structured- not like you, who dives in head first without any real plan. You don't want him to stay hidden inside the hotel room just because you're tired from the flight. "Hey." He asks, and you didn't even notice him squatting down in front of where you sit, his hands on your knees as he finds your eyes from where he's looking up at you. "Don't hesitate to speak your mind. If we want this to work, we need honestly, first and foremost." He encourages, and you nod.

"I'm tired- but I don't want to be boring." You worry.

"How would taking a nap be boring?" he chuckles. "I'm actually glad you're tired. I didn't want to come off as an old man who needs a break because he can't keep up." He laughs, standing up before he moves to lay down on the bed, patting the spot right next to him.

You lay down where he wordlessly suggested, taking in a deep breath while focusing your eyes on the collar of his sweater for a moment. It's when your gaze roams around that you notice something poke out on his wrist as he turns back around from removing his watch from the other arm. Your fingers curiously lift the fabric of the sleeve, making him chuckle quietly, before he moves to push the fabric up to his elbow, exposing different colors of ink underneath his skin.

What was Jungkook like when he was younger? Has he always been somewhat like this- or has he changed into this instead?

"Got them done in my early twenties too." He explains quietly. "Just.. lineart at first. Black and white." Jungkook remembers as he watches you trace some of the lines with your finger. "Then it got more. Over time, it looked a little messy- so I added color to it, this time actually going to a professional who specifies in forming sleeves." He tells you.

"Do you regret them?" You wonder. "Like.. your piercings and your tattoos?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"It's not like I regret them." He denies. "I still like the look of them. The aesthetic of it. It's just.." He sighs, inked hand turning around palm up, and you put your own on top of his, making him move to compare your hand sizes palm to palm. "..they don't feel like me anymore." He shrugs.

"Maybe because they aren't." You offer, now holding his hand with both of yours, your eyes on the blurred ink underneath the skin. "Maybe.. you changed. Even though you didn't want to."

He did. He knows that he did- but what he struggles with, is the question if he can even go back now. He wants to, but at this point, he feels like he's crossed that line by now, too far to step back and take a different path. Most people around him nowadays only now this Jungkook, not the one he used to be. If he just reverts back to who he once was, will he lose every friendship and connection he's made after he married?

Marriage. The moment he changed.

Love can make someone truly blind to a lot of things. He overlooked so many warning signs, pushed old friends and even family away just because they saw what he did not- or more so refused to. He's not spoken to his own parents in years, by now too ashamed to admit that he'd been wrong for the entirety of his past relationship, that his mother was right about her. What would she think about you?

She'd like you, he's very sure about that. His father would probably be a little suspicious of the age gab, and his brother would most likely tease the living daylights out of him, but he knows you'd fit right in. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? What would they think of him?

He wants to ask you, but the moment he becomes aware and snaps out of his thoughts, your eyes are already closed, breathing even. You're still holding onto him, and he realizes that he's never actually had a moment like this with Evelyn in the past, not even when they were just a regular couple, and definitely not after they got married. He feels.. free. No pressure on him, no obligations awaiting him, nothing needed or expected from him. You're simply sleeping, and yet the act itself makes his pride swell, because of your display of trust towards him.

He knows you've been hurt. He knows that he's been hurt-

And maybe, just maybe, together, you can finally begin heal.

Change once more, for a final time, into a happier version of yourselves.

[bestdeadbeatmilf]

Round One, Bracket Three

Propaganda under the cut!

Kenjaku:

Submission 1: Kenjaku. Absolutely. Experienced the miracle of childbirth to have a son (for purely the purposes of being a vessel ) they did not bother to get to know- going quite a bit past being a deadbeat mother, what with murdering his father and leaving him to grow up raised completely by his grandfather. Actually, forget being a deadbeat mother to one son, try all nine of his siblings as well, all ditched immediately after birth! But they’re not really done after leaving the scene, and have lovingly taken the time to bodysnatch the ex of their son’s teacher, happily ruin their son’s life by making his head a roommate for an ancient sorcerer that gets him on society’s death row, barely bat an eye at the deaths of nearly all their sons, try to kill one of their sons, set up circumstances that nearly get their other son killed, and run into one of their son’s friends only to cheerful tell her they’re grateful she got along with their son. And then died housing their ex’s fetus in their man-made womb. Wonderful.

Submission 2:

Kenjaku is a genderless brain thing that took over the main character's (Itadori) mom and got laid by the main Itadori's dad in order ot enact her evil plan for the future. Truest deadbeat mom in the world she leaves soon after giving birth and Itadori doesn't know who his mom is. But wow she's kind of hot I can't lie. She's got game, she's hot and she's ambitious with her goals in life? Queen of my heart.

Extra notes: Wins both hottest deadbeat milf and dilf award in my heart

Lee Sookyung:

Submission 1:

Without spoiling too much, she kinda sorta maybe went to jail for murdering her abusive husband, and then maybe sorta kinda wrote a bestselling book about it thereby ruining her son's life by forever associating him with a murderer and then kinda maybe sorta doesn't ever address what happened and instead continues to pull the "mother knows best card" even though she hasn't spoken to him in like 20 years. SPOILER WARNING: For that reason she also is sorta maybe kinda the reason the apocalypse happens but we're not playing the blame game here she just sucks

Extra notes: I am legally required to tell you to read ORV

Submission 2:

murdered her abusive husband <3 then she wrote a book about it <3 accidentally ruined her sons life because of her refusal to speak to him/convey solidarity about the book and press attention with him + taught him that the only and best way to communicate your love for your child is to leave. when it was prophesied that he was going to be killed by the person he loved most she kidnapped and trapped him in a recreation of their childhood house and killed him. it didnt even fulfill the prophecy. shes so cool and leads an entire gang of female prisoners in the apocalypse and her sponsor/god is also a mom (and a bear. and the mother of the founder of korea). she hates her sons favorite character so bad for raising him where she didnt. you could make an argument that she gets into yuri with her sons friends if you want.

[dangermousie]

Ep 27 was all plot and no ship. In fact none of my favorite characters except Jiang Li herself appeared in it - it was devoid of the Duke, his sidekicks, Shen Yurong, Princess Wanning, any of the Yes and except for a few seconds’ appearance devoid of Jiang Jingrui.

Still it definitely moved the plot forward - namely the plot of the serpents’ nest that is the Jiangs. Because the grievances were not suffered by our protag but the original Jiang Li and any connections of love or blood were also not hers but the original Li’s, she’s able to be clear headed and not really emotionally involved except insofar as she feels bad for injustice and she’s gonna need that because stepmom has lost the few restraints she had and the rest of the family is useless.

I found this ep humanized both Ruoyao and stepmom for me. I found it so tragic that Ruoyao has finally stopped stepping out of her mother’s monstrous, smothering shadow (her mother’s love always looked controlling and conditional but this ep shows just how downright abusive it was and how Ruoyao had so little chance) only to have her agency taken away from her by mommy on the most basic level. A woman who would poison her own child to get rid of a stepdaughter should not be called a mother in any sense.

I hope Ruoyao gets some sort of a happy ending and a way to find out who she actually is but I doubt that since the drama very clearly implied in this ep she is not a Jiang but is a child of adultery between stepmom and diviner. Papa Jiang is not much of a father even to his blood (he just goes with whatever the woman he is currently sleeping with likes) but the moment he discovers she’s not his, that nunnery is gonna be best case scenario for Ruoyao. Not every family can be the Fans from JoL or the Xiaos from Nirvana in Fire 2.

Stepmom? What a horror show but the drama humanized her (while showing she shouldn’t be allowed to run around at all.) All the woman wanted at the start was to run off with that painter and live in obscure bliss (Ruoyao’s desire to run with worthless ex-fiance is quite reminiscent of that - like mother like daughter - tho at least Mom’s boo genuinely loved her.) But daddy prevented it and was going to marry her off to some sort of mental defective with a family that wanted that dude to have a child (and in that society that marriage is pretty much life of horror) unless she found herself another match and was all “why don’t you off Papa Jiang’s wife, she’s sick anyway” - and not excusing stepmom being a murderer but it’s like Shen Yurong - when all your choices are bad choices you are way more likely to do bad things to survive. In some other alternate universe, she married that painter who never became a diviner and is living a placidly virtuous existence.

Honestly, the moment she killed a friend to escape a hellish marriage it was the end for her - she sent Jiang Li away because of the whole “I murdered your mom can’t have you find out or just look at you” (and daddy blames her for soft heartedness in not killing her!!!) and the other kid was an accident - it’s basically she started out as a villain out of perceived necessity but then she had to continue and got worse and worse. The journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step, indeed.

I found it poignant she ultimately wasn’t able to maim monster daddy as requested by diviner. Not so poignant that she’s apparently repeating the way she was parented in the way she’s parenting her daughter despite knowing firsthand what that’s like. (But I wonder how much her obsession with getting Ruoyao the best marriage, the nicest reputation (no showing in public at age x), the best womanly skills (zither) is driven by her forever remembered terror of being a woman with no power and no options and no good marriage prospects.)

Even that scarred cousin who married the abuser got a little bit of interest from me - the way she tells his paralyzed body that even tho he beat her so badly she will take excellent care of him and the sheer terror in his eyes was great. Go girl!!!!

Still, hope next ep brings back the Duke and Co. (Jiang Li sent away the guard the Duke had on a mission for her and girl - bad life choice - guard had a big point in that he was there for her protection. And now diviner is coming and there is no guard. I guess she’s so bad at listening to instructions, the Duke will have to move in with her himself to make sure she does what he wants. What a hardship 😂)

[takendruid]

Apologies for all the ranting I’m about to do. This is the ramblings of an autistic guy who’s been overstimulated by being outside for like 10 hours, and also is running on 6 hours of sleep.

I want to draw Aimi (my oc) and Overhaul, but I’m so tired right now. It’s 10pm (almost 11 actually now, I’ve been writing this for over 30 minutes). I cannot draw them otherwise I will get sucked into drawing for 6 fucking hours.

This is my OC btw, just for quick context.

I want. To draw Aimi and Kai. After Kai and Lady Nagant are arrested. And Kai is so broken,, and has finally (maybe) been able to see his father, and also perhaps apologised in some form to Eri. The heroes know Aimi was close to Kai, and that she’s the only person that’s technically innocent but still kind of complicit in his crimes. But because she’s a sane person who denounced his abuse of a literal child, and left him because of it, (and also because he’s quirkless) the heroes are like “maybe. Maybe this woman can actually help him. Somewhat.”

So they bring Kai to Aimi, and he is a broken man. She is heartbroken by the state of him, and all she wants to do is help him (and hold him, but she doesn’t. She respects his boundaries). The heroes are like “being in prison, and also being physically disabled, kind of broke him? Mentally? So can we entrust you to take care of him and maybe rehabilitate him. He will be on house arrest, and there will be a hero on alert if he ever tries anything. But can we trust him to you?” And Aimi is like “yes. But also. Can I build him prosthetics?? He’s quirkless, so he’s essentially harmless (but stretching the definition)”.

Heroes say yes. She builds him prosthetics.

I just. I want to draw them together so bad.

I don’t know if anyone would care about this, but people seemed to really want to know more about her, and see more of her. I’m gonna draw them again soon. I just,, I’m so fucking tired. I’ve been out all day today, and got 6 hours of sleep.

They mean so much to me. I can’t.

He’s still like,, mad germophobe. And she also has OCD, so she gets it and doesn’t judge him at all for his anxiety over her house being a bit messy. Their anxiety rivals each other, just over different things entirely. But also,, she’s a mechanic, so it’s also kind of hard for her to keep her house entirely clean, because she’s always doing shit and accidentally leaving the house a mess. But Kai gets on her case about it because “it’s dirty” and “it could attract bugs”

Taken try not to project onto every brown-haired OC he ever has challenge: Impossible. (The OCD part, not the amputee part.)

Overhaul cares about her so much in my silly little head, and the reason he could care about her so much is because she’s quirkless and “isn’t infected with hero sickness”. Also because she supported his desire for a quirkless world until he decided to bring a child into the fray, and torture and abuse a child. A YOUNG child. Aimi, reasonably, disagreed with that (as shown above) and left the Shie Hassaikai. He was so goal-focused and tunnel visioned that he immediately dropped the one person he genuinely cared about besides Chrono and his dad, and didn’t realise the consequences of his actions until it was too late and she had gone from his life. But he decided it was fine and a necessary sacrifice in order to move forwards, especially since he had other people to help him. But he missed her so greatly, but never let anyone know. Chrono caught on, but never pushed. All that mattered to Overhaul was his goal of a quirkless world, and then he could have Aimi back, not realising she would have hated him because he had tortured a little girl in order to get there.

These two had meant to much to me years ago, but I ended up leaving them behind since 1) I never gave Aimi a proper design all those years ago, and 2) I fell out of my BNHA hyperfixation. But me and my now ex-friend ended up associating this song with them:

This song is so them, please believe me guys. I swear I’m not insane. Specifically, SPECIFICALLY, this song is from Kai’s perspective

LIKE LOOK AT IT THAT’S SO THEM I’m insane. And tired. God please help me. Someone tell me to go to bed. If anyone read all the way this far and actually cares about my insane ramblings, tell me to go to bed. I’m so tired. But I love Aimi and Kai. I love them so much. They mean so much to me. The fact people have been loving them on here and saying they want more content has reminded me how much these two mean to me. I just needed to scream about them, and maybe someone will care and read all this.

Fun fact, Aimi didn’t used to be an amputee! But she’s always been a mechanic. Like she literally had her own agency at one point (I used to RP with my ex-friend my BNHA OCs, that’s how I got so attached to them). Aimi and Kai also had a kid, but that’s so OOC for Kai, I could never now. It would be so funny if he’s not even asexual, for so many reasons I won’t explain but you guys probably get. He probably is asexual (and he’s probably aromantic as well. I’m not projecting, I swear. Look at that silly man), and also probably very sex repulsed. Now I am projecting, but FUCKING LOOK AT HIM /ref.

Kai and Aimi would kiss on the lips and the lips only. That (autistic) OCD sex-repulsed asexual man would hurl at the thought of tongue being included. Me too, buddy. But also it would probably take a very long time for Kai to get to a point where he’s okay with even kissing on the lips.

Oh my god projecting onto this silly man has somehow helped me mentally disconnect him from my abuser somewhat. Accidental maybe trauma dump time? He looks like my abuser, so that’s mainly why I just abandoned Aimi. Because him looking like my abuser won out over me just loving him because of his character. But me going “yeah he’s autistic. He has OCD. He’s also asexual sex-repulsed, and probably aromantic too but let’s not talk about that” has helped. YAY healing!! It’s funny because my projection here isn’t just me being like “I love you, let me make you like me” my HCs are based on actual source material. I personally don’t fuck with characters being OOC, I like my HCs to be in-character. But that’s just a me thing :3

I need. To shut up now. It’s actually 11pm. But anyway. I’m gonna draw Aimi and Kai soon. Thank you to anyone (if anyone) who read this, reading the insane (not actually. I’m not insane, I’m just autistic and silly and tired) ramblings of me. I’m gonna make a Kaimi playlist because I love them. I’ll probably post it.

[moistvonlipwig]

Seeing as you reblogged it again: TV show of your choice for the gen relationships ask game

ok i will do *spins wheel* once upon a time !

My favorite parent-child relationship: Regina & Henry my beloveds.....she loves that kid so much and he loves her back <333 OUAT is literally the story of THEM!!!

My favorite sibling relationship: Okay but [Wish] Hook perpetuating the cycle of abandonment his father started by killing said father and orphaning and abandoning Liam II mere days/weeks before wising up and choosing to stay with baby Alice......Brennan doomed the fuck out of all his sons and then Killian doomed the fuck out of his baby brother because Liam II just wasn't quite enough for him to change. And then Liam II grew up to be just as angry and vengeful as he was. The cycle repeats!!!

My favorite family relationship (other): Regina and Snow's relationship is so incredibly difficult and complex and deep. They know each other better than anyone else does and yet there are parts of each other they still cannot hope to grasp. And there's still so much love there despite everything. I'm obsessed with them.

My favorite friendship between two people: The Wish Hook & Regina friendship that is sprinkled throughout S7 in brief moments and implications haunts my brain. But in terms of friendships that were actually fleshed out in canon, I do enjoy Regina and Emma's relationship despite my problems with Emma as a character. Oh and I also like Regina's friendship with Archie. He's a terrible therapist but he's not a bad friend.

My favorite friendship between a group: Regina and her BFFs the Charmings who are all, to a one, obsessed with her and would kill for her, even though she has tried to kill most of them before on multiple separate occasions. Snow and David and Emma said that's my bestie Regina right there, attempted murder is nothing in the face of our bestieship, and they were so real for that. And you know Baby Neal will almost certainly feel the same. I also really like the S7 squad, I thought that was such a fun oddball group.

My favorite mentorship: The Rumple & Regina relationship and then the Rumple & Alice relationship as a reflection of that relationship are so......like he abused Regina for decades and molded her into a weapon out of spite for his enemy/ex-lover i.e. her mother but he did care about her deep down and she eventually was able to name what he did to her but she still loved him and wanted him to do better but also she still hated him and wanted revenge against him because how could she not. And then years later he stumbles upon the daughter of his other greatest enemy and he almost uses her to free himself of his evil impulses, which she is destined to do so it's basically a fate-approved solution, but he stops himself and says no, that's not fair to her, I need to stop imprisoning teenage girls in metaphorical towers. Like......the layers to that!!!

My favorite rivalry: [Wish] Hook & Rumple spent centuries doing the "recognition of the self through the other (derogatory)" thing and they were so iconic for that, although to be fair they were even more iconic for finally letting it go in favor of "recognition of the self through the other (affectionate)."

My favorite hatred/antipathy: Whatever Snow and Cora had going on was so toxic and complex and full of hate. Juicy as hell. <3

My favorite potential relationship between characters who never talk in canon: Okay I guess Regina & Marian TECHNICALLY talked once before Regina ordered her execution but can you imagine if Marian had actually come back to life through time travel shenanigans instead of it being secretly Zelena all along and she and Regina got to have real conversations and develop a real friendship.......that would be so good. 😔 OUAT S1-6 give a fuck about women of color challenge

[ann3ofabyss4lred]

tw: mention of r4pe and SA.

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I really love Medusa, outside PJO, and she is a great character of greek mythology, however i'm kinda conflicted and between the sword and the wall, with some of Rick's decision,the reaction of pjo fans and ppl who love Roman and Greek myths

I get that Rick wanted to explore the narrative of the roman version (Poseidon r4p1ng,SAd or abuse her and Athena blamed her and turned her into stone), because it got popular for the narrative of the women and victims getting blamed and villianized and punished for the actions caused by men and abusers, in religion, and it got turned into a symbol of "me too" and causes more ppl to want to raise awareness.

Nothing wrong with the purpose,I'm all for BRINGING AWARENESS to others about r4p3,SA,sexual violence,etc. Everyone who is not sick, wants those non consensual acts that harm ppl to dissapear

but I think he could have used another myth to explore those topics,because using that portrayal of Medusa and Poseidon, makes things weirder??, for these reasons:

1. The book portrays Poseidon's and Percy's father-son dynamic: Percy's anger towards his father, but VERY deep down,craving for some of his attention,shifting towards a neutral, polite leaning towards a positive relationship, and the book portrays him like a man that is trying to be a cool father,despite his mistakes. And the book sometimes praises him for that??

Having in mind, the pjo series is supposed to teach and make kids,no matter their gender,sexual and romantic orientation,race and nationality,neurodivergencies and disabilities, we all can be amazing,smart,talented in our own ways, and deserve the same respect, wouldn't the parent-child dynamic Percy and Poseidon be weird? If ur main character keeps contact with someone like that??.

Wouldn't that normalize more than already is, of ppl,but mostly men, of keeping contact with nasty men,just because he is a relative or a friend?? and didn't hurt you?.

2. Why THE Sally Jackson, dated someone like Poseidon or even finishing in good terms?? like if my ex bf was an abuser with other ppl and not me. It doesn't matter,that relationship is ending in bad terms??

"Rick said he wanted to explored it. But he didn't say Medusa got r4ped,maybe he just abused of power. Or athena blamed Medusa because Poseidon crushed on her, pg-13"

Come on, Medusa's lines and way of wording references the roman version,besides everyone even kids ranging from 10-12 know what happened to Medusa

"But myths changes and develop, just to send a message,provides awareness"

You guys literally CHANGED the ORIGINAL myth of Persephone/Hades/Demeter, which HADES KIDNAPPED PERSEPHONE, AND DEMETER SEARCHING FOR HER DAUGHTER., and rewrite it with Persephone going WILLINGLY WITH HADES, just for u to fit the narattive of a "goth bad boy scary looking with bad reputation,but is chill and dates a flower softy girls,that he treats like queen".

and the reaction that the pjo fandom had to Medusa's backstory, is similar to any other fandom when a traumatised character exists, that can be harmful, it feels like a way of romanticizing? and I'm tired of it

"I'm glad they gave Medusa more depth"

Can we as a society stop acting like being victim of mental/physical/sexual abuse?, or any kind of trauma, gives you more depth??. No, trauma doesn't give us depth or make us more complex. Our point of view, our philosophy,our interests, our talents,our personalities does.

Because of that, I have seen middle schoolers and teenagers wanting some sort of trauma,just to be complex?? Which is sad and alarming.

I'm not sure what Riordan is planning or how is going to not mess up,but I hope I can see more of the cast acting more scenes of the book.

[beardedmrbean]

[Huey Zoomer Anon]

You know this whole discourse about established characters becoming shit parents in the sequels or spinoffs in franchises

Leaving it vague to hide the flames

But I been thinking about how people talking about how emotionally neglectful their boomer parents was…was it intentional or was it the society NORM at the time when it comes to upbringing?

Don’t get me started on a lot of boomers who had to grew up with fathers with unknown ptsd…and that rebuilding….wait the civil rights movement too!

Ugh just saying a lot of boomers were in the mess, not to mention the Sex Revolution, the speed run when it to technology advancements.

Also the privilege economy boomers had…okay hear me out…what if…the elite never TAUGHT many boomers how to use it and trick them to do shorts decisions that fuck up everything?

I mean MK Ultra was LEAKED to the public and don’t get me started on how many drugs that wasn’t even properly tested shoved down people throats with birth control pills being shoved down their throats

Also I think a lot of modern writers wanted VALIDATION because they weren’t validated as a child during the abuse I mean

Yeah no one during me hell years from nine year old to eleven gave a DAMN about the abuse I went through my stepmom put me through

I just make sure I carry a loaded gun anytime a white millennial woman with unresolved parental issues are near me.

Oh I’m still bitter, I’m not hero, I would burn the world if I must to get revenge

But the thing I’m 24 and my dad basically confirm he have similar mindsets to that a lot of women like her are going to end up dying alone

Sorry trailed off, but one thing I realized when it comes to my writing, I am a ADULT. So I don’t do one sided narratives in my stories….vs millions of people these days who are incapable to see a different pov or have basic empathy

That why in my father and son duo stories, I point out both pics are valid. The father not perfect, the son not perfect, that humanity

Unless….OH MY GOD HOW MANY PROGRESSIVES HAVE THE NARCISM THAT SURPASS BOOMERS?!

But I been thinking about how people talking about how emotionally neglectful their boomer parents was…was it intentional or was it the society NORM at the time when it comes to upbringing? Don’t get me started on a lot of boomers who had to grew up with fathers with unknown ptsd…and that rebuilding….wait the civil rights movement too!

Friend of mine's dad had PTSD, he'd been a combat medic in Nam, got a lot of shit for how he'd occasionally go nuts, friend was schizo too which didn't help anyone, PTSD wasn't something people really talked about or even acknowledged until friend was in his teens.

I can't even imagine how many people had their lives destroyed by that monster throughout history

Ugh just saying a lot of boomers were in the mess, not to mention the Sex Revolution, the speed run when it to technology advancements.

Not gonna bag on hormonal birth control itself, but ya it did lead to a fair amount of loosening of morals, or at least making that public, for good or bad thing is going to be a individual opinion there.

Also the privilege economy boomers had…okay hear me out…what if…the elite never TAUGHT many boomers how to use it and trick them to do shorts decisions that fuck up everything?

they wouldn't teach that, which not teaching people how to money seems to be a really common thing that's just getting worse and worse as the decades go on, also in defense of boomers purchasing power there was also a lot less to buy back then.

No smartphone with data plan, no internet connection, no 87 different streaming services, and so on.

Bought a TV and the only thing you had to pay for after the initial purchase was the electricity.

But the thing I’m 24 and my dad basically confirm he have similar mindsets to that a lot of women like her are going to end up dying alone

I feel that way about my ex wife, not a abuse thing though just a 'that's how she is' thing.

[jahrube]

It’s been a while and it’s been a ride. Changed medications from Fluoxetine to Mirtazapine.

My back has been really bad recently and they’ve put me back on Gabapentin. I’m currently on 1200mg a day but need to up to 1800mg over the next 2 weeks. They also recommended Tramadol. Sigh.

Me and Tramadol have a complicated past. I used to take them for my back. It started off fine but soon I was taking one more tablet a day than recommended and then it was 2 more and 3 more and before I knew it I was buying strips from people because I��d raced through my prescription that fast. During this time I was also recreationally taking high doses of Codeine. All a very bad mix.

Whilst in the grips of Tramadol and Codeine, my Dad died. He had Dementia, had a lot of strokes, was blind and was physically disabled. We had a rough relationship. I could tell that he definitely loved me but he couldn’t treat people right. He was endlessly abusive towards my Mum and myself and she eventually left him when I was 11 after they’d had a fight over my Mum taking us to see her parents and I had called the Police. He wasn’t just vicious with his fists though, he was also vicious with his tongue. I once overheard him telling my best friend at the time that I’d make nothing of my life and end up an alcoholic in a ditch somewhere. So, anyway, I was a mess then and I ended up falling into the arms of my ex neighbour/Dad’s business partner after my Dad’s funeral.

He, we’ll call him J, told me everything that I was dying to hear. I now realise that it was grooming and completely wrong on his part to be manipulating a grieving 22 year old addict. He told me that he would look after me because he had told my Dad that he would. J understood how I was feeling about my addiction as he was an addict too. I felt like he knew me inside and out. At this time he was spilt from his wife (who lived a few doors away from me and still does) so I felt like I had a purpose to care for him and look after him. Weird really. Anywho, I ended up pregnant and having an abortion. Do I regret it? Not really. I couldn’t bring a child into the world when I couldn’t get off these pills and definitely not with J as the father. I, we, wouldn’t have been able to give that child a good life.

Because I’ve heard the word Tramadol, it’s brought all this up in my mind. My Mum, who we currently live with, takes Tramadol. I’m sure she’s probably addicted as well. But it makes me want it and I’ve asked her for a strip to bring with us, whilst we’re on holiday for my little boy’s birthday.

I’m stuck. I don’t want to be in pain but I definitely don’t want to go back down that addicted road. I can hear the tablets screaming my name from my bag.

Fuck.

[nermalsnotes]

Getting Older

When you are a teenager, you can't wait to grow up. Your mom tells you that you will regret not enjoying your life as a young person. You start laughing and tell her I want to grow up and live my life. Boy I should have listened to mom. My mom was a single parent from the time I was 4 on. I should have known that she knew what she was talking about. With the help of my grandparents she raised me. Mom and grandma were two of the strongest women I have ever known.

I just turned 50 and man life is not as easy as I thought it would be. I developed severe depression in 1986, after my my very best friend from passed away from Cystic Fibrosis. My grandfather, the only father figure I had ever known passed away in 1991. In 1992, I marry a man that looking back I didn't love. I only married him was because my first love was already married and I was trying to move on. We divorced in 1993.....separating after only 4 months as husband and wife.

1993, My first love is going through a divorce at the same time I am so, we lean on each other. He and I were best friends in high school and we had picked up where we left off. He came home from the Gulf war pretty messed up and I was there for him, giving reassurance that everything would be okay. We date until 1995 when I get pregnant with our son D We get married in January of 1996 and our beautiful son was born in June of 1996. Everything was going well until he starting to abuse me. We separated February of 1997. We still went to counseling to try to save our marriage, I had left our home and, with my son, moved in to my grandma's house. Our marriage was over when he struck me with our son in the back seat. December 23rd or 24th of 1997 everything was finalized. So much for the promise that everything would be okay. I feel like I failed our "In sickness and in heath" vows of marriage.

Did I still love him? of course I did. However, I had to choose safety of myself and my child was more important than love. I had many friends who watched daddy beat up mommy I vowed that was never going to happen to my child. I would protect him at all costs.

He was never the same after he came home from Saudi. Come to find out he was verbally abused by his superiors and developed PTSD, but also came into contact with chemicals that really messed him up.

You know, a divorce is almost like a loved one dying. What you once had is gone, but the person you're grieving for is still alive. That is the biggest mind f*ck the universe can give you. Grieving for the person you fell in love with not being the same person, but his body hasn't changed, physically he is still the same.

I wouldn't find out til later that I had Battered woman's syndrome and PTSD from the abuse. My ex #2? He is 52 years old living in a group home because the WAR messed him up so bad that he can't take care of himself anymore. This breaks my heart but what can you do but live your life to the best possible no matter how heart breaking it might be to do. So, as 25 years old in addition to my depression, I also had PTSD and battered woman's syndrome. A lot to deal with as a newly, single parent.

Thankfully my mom and grandma helped me until D was 3. More on that next post.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

A black and white picture of my grandfather and grandmother on my father's side in their 20's, sitting in a small boat in the sun, smiling at the camera.

My grandfather died after a long struggle with dementia when I was less than 1, and my grandmother died a year ago.

Their relationship was good in the begging, but it turned south pretty fast. With three children and one of the people slowly forgetting more and more with time, while the other doesn't understand how, is not easy for anyone involved.

My grandfather lived a life long struggle with anxiety and depression. He was from a long line of fishers from a strongly religious culture, but couldn't fish due to his sea sickness that would come when out on open sea, so he moved to the city where he meet my grandmother.

My grandmother was the youngest of three girls, from a fairly progressive city family from that time period. She was never religious and had a strong interest in history and science, leading her to a position at the Niels Bohr institut as a researcher, where she meet my grandfather.

When my father was born, both of my grandparents still worked. Therefor my father's stroller would stand outside the office, so they could go out and check on him between naps. Then, less than a year later, my aunt was born, and now there was two strollers. Then a year later, my second aunt was born. That was when my grandmother decided to quite her job and dreams, and become a stay at home mother.

Many years later, when my father and my aunts had moved out and started their own lives, my grandfather's dementia became so bad, that my father had to trick him into signing a paper, that would force him to stay at the nursing home. And why did my father do that? Because my grandmother was becoming more and more violent towards him, whenever he forgot something. It was on the edge of domestic abuse.

My grandmother would rarely visit my grandfather in the nursing home, but my father would, even when he couldn't remember him anymore. He even brought me, his newly born first child so we could meet. Though he had no idea who I was, we would play a little together, and he would point out the imaginary cats he saw to me. He sadly died not too long afterwards.

My grandmother continued her love for history, culture and science. She traveled all sorts of places, visiting my aunt wherever she and her ex travelled in their boat. She loved English novels, teaching herself English by reading Lord of The Rings and latter on Harry Potter. By shocked face when I learned she even read Lovecraft. When she learned about my love for archeology, she brought me several books and newspaper clippings she has saved over the years, just about that. She did everything to support me and my cousins interests, even if she didn't understood them. I remember her being overjoyed by my first tattoo, even though she never really liked tattoos.

She was almost 92 when she died, falling over the day after she had celebrated her upcoming birthday with her best friends - eating pizza and watching her favorite movies, living a long a somewhat happy life. Her last words to me and my brother was spoken a few weeks before she fell, telling us that she was very proud of both of us.

I've gotten a lot from by grandparents. A love for both history, culture and religion and science, and an extrem love for cats. But I've sadly also gotten my grandfather's mental "weakness" for mental illnesses, just like my father did, such as stress, anxiety and depression. But we try to help each other through it, fighting the old steriotyp of keeping quite and not speaking up about it, that kept by grandfather suffering in silence.

I'm also trying to do what my grandmother couldn't, and trying to forefill my dreams and hopes. We're only two females out of five cousins on my father's side of the family, and my grandmother did everything to help you follow your dreams, just like she did for her own children. My cousin is now doing what my grandfather couldn't and is sailing the seas with my aunt. My other aunt followed though on my grandmother's dreams, and also became a researcher at Niels Bohr. I am now studying to become a pedagogue, hoping to continue my studies further with a focus on psychology, hoping to one day help children with mental illnesses in kindergarten, setting in early in hopes to find ways that makes it possible for them to live their lives to the fullest.

And dammit, with all the money they left for me in their wills, I HAVE to do something with my life.

look at your phone lock screen. that's your reason to keep goin

[cryoriku]

hey you know it's really awesome and cool when ur a grown adult and after getting in a fight with ur mother who still insists on disrespecting and mocking you at any chance, ur adoptive father who has only ever been a source of fear since you were very little calls and instead of screaming at you he's very level and is legitimately concerned about my mental state.

some of his takes are still very shitty. even tho i routinely try the pacifist approach with her she can't stop mocking me and disregarding my boundaries and he acknowledges how aggressive she can be, he still puts the burden on me to be better and suck it up for the sake of maintaining a relationship (which is bs. both sides need to work or i shouldnt have to put up with it after all the abuse i dealt with as a child). and he thinks i need to just get back on meds which is such a backwards stereotype way of thinking that isnt accurate bc i stopped my last new meds bc they didnt really do much for me and gave me bad side effects.

it makes me feel like shit and embarassed now for being depressed and like all the efforts i have been making on getting out of my apartment more often and eating healthier and stuff arent being seen and just the worst of me is. it sucks too bc our mental health took a new redive after one of our ex's told us how we seem to not want to get better. which is an insanely fucked up thing to say and not worth listening to so we have tried to just ignore it but it haunts us still along with toxic ex friends whove talked about how pathetic and disgusting we are for being mentally/emotionally weak. which is wrong and bullshit and hirrible and WE HAVE gotten better before we want to be better again we're sick of living in a rollercoaster we want to be ourselves again 100% of the time and not just some of it, but believe it or not it's hard to keep your head above water much less swim to shore when people are constantly shoving you back down and wondering why youre not succeeding in breathing. dont you see how hard I'm trying?

plus with our dad it just gives us a fucked up moral dilemma of ik how estranged and distant his family is like theyre allergic to showing courtesy or affection and he was raised to be a good mannered cowboy and just sit and take when his mother does him wrong because it's family and he doesn't wanna lose it, so the same is true here, but I've already had it in my head for years that at some point i may have to cut ties. I'm just fucking caught. I'm trapped by the good moments we have, the good aspects of my parents and my sister. I'm caught by the fact my dad doesnt have a close family and everybody in my moms family has that same genetic ego that makes everyone think theyre better than everyone else or made them isolate and hide and die from drug overdoses alone in their bathroom. I'm caught by my baby niece who i don't want to leave alone with these people. I'm caught by my dog and grandma, until they pass, anyway. I'm caught by the stupid child in me who still *craves* a mother, *craves* a father, craves this idea of a family i never really had except in blurry photos if you dont look too close.

any fucking ways..... if anybody is able to get a therapist who can actually help me and not waste a year of my time trying to put me on drugs because they dont know how to do shit with systems and trauma to actually email me back, that would be epic.

i also want everyone reading this to stop seeing people as only their struggles or their trauma or their disability and start seeing them as PEOPLE with personalities and likes and interests first. believe it or not we don't think about our trauma or hardship a lot of the fucking time and it's real weird and a total fuckin bummer if thats all you seem to see. so, yeah.

have a happy sexy naughty bitchy sephiroth labor day guys

[sentientdessert]

Story time with Flan My name. My given name... it's a common one. It was picked by my mother. Now, I have told this story a lot in recent months to some people and I don't know if I have here, but I feel like telling it again... So, my father believes I was named after his father, as his middle name is the same as mine. My mother told him this to get him to agree with the choice of name. She fought against the name he wanted, which became my middle name. "I don't want a Tommy in the family." I probably would have gone by Tom, or Thom just to piss some people off. But nope, I was named what I was. I was named for an ex boyfriend of my mothers.

I was named for "the man she should have married." Now, it is not neccisarily a bad thing to name someone after someone you cared about in the past, it's actually quite common. What is bad is constantly reminding your child of this fact. Even before they've reached their teens. Constantly talking about how much you miss them. Always bringing it up at inappropriate moments. I am realizing that there was emotional incest happening on her part. She was treating me like she would a spouse, and it sickens me. Actually makes me nausated to think about. She raised both me and my brother to have some really fucked up views regarding sex as well. I won't go into it... I'm going to worth through that with therapy. The abuse was always emotional. Now, the real kicker to me in this, I learn that she did the same thing with my brother. I am going to be legally changing my name as soon as all ties are severed. There are still some minor ones which remain. And last thing I want is a letter addressed to ME ending up getting in her hands with the new name. It's the last thing anyone who has been abused wants to have happen with their abuser. One of the last things at least. I've already been socially transitioning with friends and people I have met. My therapist knows and calls me by the name, my brother acknowledges and approves of my choice. Most importantly, it is a name that feels like me. It's a name not tainted with decades of abuse. One of the worst parts, I was happy to be named after my grandfather. He was a really good man. Give you the shirt off his back type. The last $5 in his wallet if he thought you needed it type. But I wasn't. And I was reminded almost weekly of that fact. I think, from a personal standpoint, it is throwing away the last binding tie I have to the woman who caused me so much grief, harm, and anger... And it makes me happy. And by all the gods every worshipped throughout all of history, I deserve some small modicum of happiness.

[sekidos-fuck-slut]

Who am I?

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A SHIP CHILD BETWEEN MY OC AND AIZETSU. BUT IN THIS ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE AIZETSU IS A GOD OF THE OCEAN AND EARTHQUAKES (yes like Poseidon.) THIS WILL MENTION BULLYING, BLOOD, AND ABUSE FROM AN EX OF ANYBELLA'S! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! PS, ITS TOLD IN FIRST PERSON! AT LEAST I TRIED MY BEST TO WRITE IT IN FIRST PERSON! AND THIS STORY HAS A SECOND PART! IM THINKING ABOUT SHOWING IT!

Today I was told it was going to be a good day. Or so I thought. Of course everything has to be difficult for me. Oh I should probably mention my name. Hello I'm Mizuko. Yes yes I know my name is kinda concerning if you actually see the meaning but my mom said it really does represent me somehow. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes! Of course I'm still in school. And of course I'm an easy target for bullying since I don't have a father supposedly.

Today I was just trying to go to class when this stupid kid blocked my way. I don't even know him! He always just tells me "I bet when your father saw your face and your hair that he knew your mom cheated on him. And that's why you don't have a father!" Oh how much I'd want to hit that damn kid. But I didn't. I actually ignored him mostly. But today...oh today he went to far. He decided to push me around and get his friends involved. There were teachers there but they wouldn't do anything since the main boy's father is the principal.

Everything just got worse and worse. He decided to do something that I never thought he'd do. He actually punched me. After all that pushing and making me feel like I was starting to bruise, he hit me. His friends joined in too. So when I had enough, for some reason my water bottle exploded. It wasn't like soda... It was just water! It actually scared the boys and it also scared me. But whatever happened it wasn't easy to control the water since it was starting to hurt the boys. Not like whipping them or whatever. I mean... like drowning them.

The teachers finally tried to get involved and tried to help the kids. Yet no one even noticed how I was with a black eye and bleeding from my nose. Oh well... I just wanted to get to class. So I just grabbed my backpack and walked away. When I walked away the water finally stopped drowning those bullies. I guess they will learn not to hurt or mess with me. Also there was sometimes a feeling that someone was just watching me. I don't know, but I just ignored it . At least I can finally learn in peace, or so I thought... Since it started to storm outside. It was very bad... like lightning was everywhere while it was raining outside. I guess someone pissed off that one god or something. I think his name was sekido or something like that? Eh whatever happened it made him mad.

The storm seemed to get worse by the second that everyone was told that they had to go home now. And I actually did want to go home. Hell I'll walk through that damn storm. Since I'm not going to call my mom to pick me up just because of a storm. Once I got home I had realized, I wasn't even soaked. Well lucky me I guess. When I was about to go to my room my mom saw me and looked scared. Bless her heart since she is protective of me. She was asking me a lot of questions. Like "what happened to you? Are you ok? Oh you are bleeding! Who did this? I'll definitely have to talk to the principal about this!" I literally had to calm her down and explain what happened.

When my mom heard what happened she had sigh and decided to explain something to me. A bit about her life? Here I'll try to say it all.

"Mizuko, you know.. there was a diary made into a book. Well, I am that anybella in the diary. That is my name. But your father...let's just say I used to visit him a lot. I met him when my ex boyfriend was being very rude and abusive to me. My ex has always been so mean and just aggressive. He'd always hit me, throw glass bottles at me, and just a lot more that I'm uncomfortable explaining. The final straw was when he actually started to cheat on me. We were closed to a cliff, and I had decided to end things from him. He got violent again and he pushed me off the cliff... I knew I was going to die after that... Since I didn't know how to swim... But before I could finally drown, I was now in a big bubble. I didn't understand.. and that's when I saw him. Your father. Heh you look almost like him but younger and shorter. Id say he was about 17 feet tall. He actually asked me why I was trying to die... I told him I wasn't. But my ex probably tried to kill me. His face went from being said to being mad. I had to calm him down. Thanks goodness I was able to. Since I was there I decided to ask his name. He wondered why I wanted to know, and I told him that I wanted to thank him for saving me. Since I can't swim. When he realized that he decided to take me and put me on land and he'd say his name. He is aizetsu, I recognize that name and I was so embarrassed that a god had to save me. Ah I'm just talking too much! Well we talked for days that turned in to months that later turned into years. Oh you probably didn't know but you also have 4 uncles. One technically is supposed to be around your age but he is still tall. All the gods are tall... "

That made me so confused and shocked when she explained all that to me. I am technically a demigod or something? Why am I not like living with my father? Did he not want me? I'm so confused. And it was clear to my mom too. Since she decided to take me to a place where supposedly the gods will meet time to time??? I don't know. But she has told me that she couldn't stay with me there if I wanted my answers. So she had decided to go back to the car to wait.

This place is huge compared to me. There is a big chair. There is a bunch of trees that have pomegranates? I don't know... But as soon as I was about to grab a pomegranate I heard a deep voice that sent chills down my back. "You shouldn't try and eat that. The safer ones you can eat are from the store...Mizuko..." When I turned around, I saw a tall man, wait was he a man? His face looks more like a child but he is tall... Like 9 feet tall. I guess he was one of my uncles or something.

I was about to say something to him when I got interrupted by a laugh. "Oh he is so small! He'll definitely one day get his growspert one day. Am I right zohakuten? Maybe I can help him because like that one warrior or maybe karaku could make it so he gets all the bitches!" I saw another tall man, what I have noticed is their eyes. They were different. I guess zohakuten, since his eyes are orange and with skulls puples, is the god of hell and this other god who has like golden eyes is the god of war and wisdom?

What surprised me is that the man was just so tall... He was like 18 feet tall! I heard the first god I met literally scolding urogi? I think that's what he said. But I wasn't paying attention since I heard voices behind me that was very interesting. "Oh wow! You got pretty beaten up kid. But don't worry you'll heal quickly. Heh it's nice to finally put a face to your name Mizuko. I'm karaku. It's wonderful to meet you kiddo."

That man literally knew my name... Actually they all knew my name! It made me so confused... How do they know my name! But I assume that was karaku.. since of course urogi called him that name.

I'm so scared of these tall men. I feel like I'm also being judged! But I guess that was from the god I know. Sekido of course looks like he is such a judgemental person. But I swear he must have had something done that day. Since he wasn't as judgemental looking. He has looked at me and didn't really say anything.. but something tells me that he must have been told by his lover if he even has one that he shouldn't be mean.

"Just ignore sekido's kiddo. Come here to your uncle karaku buddy! I just want to hug you and all! But you are so small. At least 6 feet tall. I feel like id accidentally crush you! " Of course karaku was trying to distract me and being weird. Not in a bad way. More like he wants to know me but I don't know how to explain to him that it takes time.

But as soon as I was about to say something sekido would have finally said something. "Those damn bullies got what they deserve. It made me mad that no one was looking after my nephew. How dare those weak humans. At least your mom cares a lot about you. And your power had started to show. Although you might want to be careful if you are kinda like aizetsu." After he finishes that it made sense now. He must have asked his boyfriend or husband or whatever to watch me while he was trying to punish people by causing a very bad storm... But where is this aizetsu?

That question would be answered as the waves were starting to crash against the cliff and I soon saw him. My father. Jeez he is also tall... Hell my question is how did my mom bang him! Like he is like a lot more taller than her! But it doesn't matter now... He was here... Standing in front of me now.. I don't know if I should cry, yell, or be happy... All I could say was "what am I to you? Am I supposed to be nothing?" Which he did answer all the questions I had in my head too.

"Mizuko, you are my son... but me and your mom thought you'd be better off living like a normal human.. but I see, we made a somewhat wrong decision. I should have warned your mom that if you had powers to send you my way when there are signs. The last time I saw you was wen you were 5. It was your birthday... You were supper sweet and small. But I had to go back to do my job that hasn't finished yet... You look to be at least 15 now... Oh how much I missed... I'm sorry.."

My mom was right... He does look like me. It makes me feel like I'm looking in a mirror almost... I actually started to cry...I just wanted to hug my father. I missed him so much. But I guess there was another reason why all the gods are here. Sekido's voice has spoken up. I'm assuming he is kinda like the leader. "Mizuko. We need to know. Since we will all be trying to help you out with your life time to time... How do you feel about living with us? I'll find a way to let your mom know what you decide. And since if you agree you'll be able to at least live like a normal human but also you will have to keep it a secret that you are living with God's. So what do you say?"

Hearing this I decided to agree since it's clear that I'm not safe with my mom. But as long as I can visit her and talk to her I'll be good. I just don't want to hurt people who don't need to be hurt . And now that I know I have a power I need to learn how to control it for my own sake and to not accidentally hurt my mom with it. So I guess this is a new start on a different mission or tale . I don't know what to call it. At least not anymore.

[gaybitchfx]

Can you do Obanai x male reader?

Obanai is always mean to reader (extra mean because he thinks reader is annoying) and he finds out that reader has a 2 year old daughter and he had a very abusive ex husband

Thank you 💖

A/n: We love angst 😌 no problem btw

YOU’RE ANNOYING

Character(s): Iguro Obanai

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluffy angst

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse

Edited: ❌

This was longer than I thought it would be-

“Iguro-San!” You called out with a big smile. Obanai groaned as he gave you a sharp glare. “What the hell do you want?” He grumbled.

“Just wanted to say hi that’s all!” You said with a big and bright smile. “You’re so annoying, get lost.” Obanai said as he did a hand motion for you to go away.

“Awww you can’t be like that Iguro-San you’re one of my good friends!” You said causing his eye to twitch. “Who has ever said I’d be friends with the likes of you?” He mumbled, annoyance laced in his words.

“Ah, I just thought since we-“ “You.” “Yeah…since I talk to you a lot I thought we might have been friends.” You said as your smile slightly faded.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying to be friends with you Iguro-San! Just you wait!” You said and pointed up at him since he was laying on a tree branch like usual.

“Get lost, you’re an eye sore.” He said and waved you off. You sighed and walked away going somewhere. “He really has taken a liking to you Iguro .” Giyuu said randomly appearing as he watched you walk off getting distracted by the wisteria around the estate.

“He’s a nuisance and a pain in the ass.” Obanai said as he rolled his eyes. “He has been through a lot in his marriage.” Giyuu said getting Obanai’s attention.

“He was married? To who?” Obanai asked with a raised brow. “I don’t know all the details but Shinobu does maybe ask her.” Giyuu said with a shrug before vanishing into thin air. Later that night Obanai arrived to the butterfly estate. Aoi opened the door when she heard a knock and looked at Obanai.

“Good evening Iguro-Sama. Is there something you need?” She asked slightly bowing. “I need to have a chat with Shinobu.” He said and she nodded inviting him inside before taking him to where Shinobu was.

“Shinobu-Sama! You have a visitor.” Aoi said as she lightly knocked on the door frame. Shinobu turned her head after finishing feeding her gold fish and saw Obanai.

“My my, what a pleasure to see you here Iguro.” Shinobu said with a small smile. “Enough with the chit chat, I want to know about Y/n’s marriage.” Obanai said as he stood before her.

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to know about.” Shinobu said as her smile wilted a little as if she was in thought. “Please have a seat.” She said and Obanai sat down. “Who was he married to?” Obanai asked.

“Well, I never dared to meet him or know of his name but Y/n had said he was someone who would work on pottery and things like that. At first Y/n was deeply in love with him talking about him none stop saying how much he loved him but that all changed so quickly..” Shinobu said as she tapped a small rhythm with her finger on the wood.

“What happened?”

“He started to become abusive. He would hit and yell at Y/n for any small thing. Sometimes it was so bad he would come here and cry for hours about how he didn’t know where it all went wrong. Such a pure and sweet soul tainted by a withering and foul one…” Shinobu sighed before continuing.

“Eventually they adopted a child, but it was worse since when they adopted her. She was only a baby so whenever she cried he would scream at Y/n to make her shut up even though the baby was crying because of her fathers yelling. This went on for some time now till he finally reached out for help. When their child was old enough they divorced, but I don’t think Y/n will ever be the same pure person as he once was.” Shinobu said as she looked at Obanai.

His eyes were wide. He never knew you went through all of that. He thought you were just someone who was always annoying.

“Thank you, I’ll take my leave now.” Obanai bowed before getting up and leaving. The next day Y/n came up to Obanai again and showed him a flower he found on the way here.

“Look look! Isn’t it pretty?” You asked with a big smile. Instead of saying something snarky he gave an honest opinion. “It is very beautiful.” Obanai said which surprised you. You thought he would throw an insult but he didn’t.

It made your heart swell up with joy as your smile grew bigger. “I’ll go find m-” “Papa! Papa!” A child’s voice called out making you turned your head along with Obanai.

“Aya?! Aren’t you supposed to be with Shinobu-San?” You asked the girl as she hugged your leg. “I missed papa..” She mumbled as she looked up at you with beautiful hazel eyes.

Your smile softened as you picked the child up and patted her back as she clinged onto you.

“Is this your daughter?” Obanai asked making you jump a bit. “How’d you know?” “I asked Shinobu about your past marriage.” Obanai said and your looked turned from a shocked one to pure sadness.

“Don’t be sad papa! Daddy can’t hurt you anymore!” Aya said as she cupped your face with her small hands making you lightly laugh.

“Thank you sweet heart, but papas fine.” You said and peppered her face with kisses making her squeal and laugh. Obanai watched as a warm looked fell upon his features. “She’s just like you.” Obanai suddenly said making you smile and look at him. “Thank you, Iguro-San!”