#Why do I keep getting attracted

[yangbbokari]

I LOVE YOU💕💖❤️🫶

Skz🤨

[spending-life-pretending]

no bc when you stop and think about the full implications of fitz and the fool calling each other “beloved” you do have to go a little crazy. it’s required. because what do you mean that 6 sentences after fitz thinks, “being fitz had never been that enticing an existence” the fool summons him back to himself by calling him “beloved” and renewing their bond. what do you mean fitz refers to this as “burning my identity into me.” what do you mean “the word echoed through me, rebounded me from my fraying edges, found and bound me.” what do you mean. are you not going insane.

[hyunpic]

oh okay hiiiii parkour king 😻

[normal-person-i-promise]

「いかないで」

arataka reigen/reader angst and fluff

vent

× × ×

You're leaving again.

'It's just a short trip,' you'd assured him. 'I'll be back in a week.' 'I'll be back before you know it.' 'I'll be safe.' 'I won't die.'

He knows you'll be alright. He knows you'll be safe. He knows you'll be back in a week. He knows you won't die, but he can't— he can't get those horrible, horrible thoughts of you dying in unimaginably terrible ways out of his head. He knows you'll be okay, but he can't stop thinking about why, how, you might not be.

The two of you sit on those cold airport chairs, the metal chilling his skin. He holds your hand in a bruising grip, his knuckles white. He breathes hard, struggling to keep himself from crying. He shouldn't cry. He shouldn't cry.

Your suitcase sits in front of you as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, not paying attention to him. It's so cold. The steel of the chair is so cold. The air-conditioning is so cold. Why are you so cold to him right now?

Your hand is warm. Your thumb caressing the back of his hand is nice. You're nice. You're warm. You shouldn't leave. Why do you need to leave? Don't go.

He hears the words of the airport attendant over the speaker, announcing that the last flight of the day was prepared to be boarded. He panics, a tremor coming to his hands, his eyes growing wet and glassy with tears. He blinks them away before you can see.

You switch off your phone. You get up and off the chair, taking your luggage in a hand and beginning to walk off. His hand slips from yours, and he scrambles to follow.

He's too slow. He's too slow to follow you.

He stares at you as you walk. He stares as that god forsaken bag rolls across the smooth marble floors, making a sound so grating and horrid it makes him want to rip his ears from his head.

He shouldn't cry. He wants to stop you. He wants you to stay. He wants to say those words, he really, really wants to say those words.

'Don't go.'

As the doors slide shut, hiding you from view, he can't hold it in anymore.

He falls to his knees, burying his head in his hands. He cries, he sobs, he begs you to stay, knowing that you aren't here anymore, knowing you can't hear him.

He knows you'll be back. He knows you'll be fine. He knows you won't die. He knows you'll be safe. He knows you'll be fine when you come back. He knows when you'll come back.

Do you not like him? Do you hate him? Why do you have to leave?

He knows why. He can't come along. He wishes, he begs to whatever god is merciful, but none of them listen.

You're leaving again.

He knows he shouldn't cry. He really, really shouldn't cry, but he still, so selfishly, wants to say those words to you.

'Don't go.'

It's so cold. Why is it so cold? Why is the airport so empty? Why is it so dark?

Why can't you stay?

He dries his eyes, leaving the airport. The night is cold, silent, as if judging him. He's being so childish, crying and worrying over a week-long separation. He shouldn't cry.

The floor seems to swim and shift underneath his feet, as if trying to knock him to the ground. The night is falling apart. His vision is blurry. His head hurts. His hands shake. His knees tremble.

He boards the bus, sitting down on the cold plastic seats. He shouldn't cry. He shouldn't cry.

He checks his messages excessively, looking at your empty chat for hours, staring at the illuminated words on the bright screen.

'I'll be back soon!'

He imagines watching you lying down in a hospital bed. He imagines watching you pass on. He imagines your funeral. He imagines your gravestone. He imagines feeling the rough stone underneath his fingertips as he caresses it. He imagines bringing flowers to your grave. He imagines bringing your favourite food to your grave. He imagines crying at your grave. He imagines his tears wetting the soil. He imagines how lonely he'll be without you.

That night, he cries himself to sleep.

× × ×

You look so happy in those pictures you send him.

You're smiling. You're laughing. You're grinning.

You're so much more attractive than usual. You're so much more pretty than usual. Your eyes sparkle so much more than usual. Your hair is so much more shiny than usual. Your smile is so much more radiant than usual.

He stares at the pictures for hours.

He dreads the cold nights. He dreads the lonely mornings. He misses you.

He doesn't go to work all week. He stays at home, sitting in his cold, cold room, the blankets and coats and sweaters and scarves doing nothing. He's so cold without you. Why did you have to leave? You're so warm, and he's so cold. Why did you have to leave?

He doesn't eat, he barely sleeps, just staring at those pictures you sent him. Staring at your happy face, staring at your beaming smile. Staring at you.

Why are you so happy without him? Why don't you seem to miss him? What did he do wrong? Do you not love him? Why do you hate him?

He misses you. He loves you so, so much. He wants you to come back.

He counts the minutes. He counts the hours. He counts every minute you don't message him, and he counts every minute that you do. He counts every minute you call him, and he counts every minute you don't.

Seven more days. Six more days.

He misses you.

Five more days. Four more days.

He misses you.

Three more days. Two more days.

He misses you.

One more day.

He misses you.

× × ×

It's the last day. He's ecstatic, a wide, dopey grin plastered on his face as he quickly showers the first time that week and changes into something presentable. It's all for you.

He runs to the bus when you message that you're reaching soon. He sprints, almost falling over, scrambling up the bus's stairs and settling, shaking, into a cold plastic seat. He's still so, so cold without you. You're so warm, and he's going to be able to feel your heat again.

He stumbles out of the bus, almost falling over as he runs as fast as he can into the cold airport, almost slipping on the cold, smooth marble floors. He sits in the cold metal chair, waiting impatiently. He checks his messages obsessively, watching that live location thing you'd sent him. He watches as your little icon glides slowly across the path. It feels like it goes on forever.

You finally arrive.

He scrambles out of his seat, sprinting towards the doors as they slide open and you slip through. He runs into you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing, squeezing so hard it pushes the air out of your lungs and leaves purple bruises on your skin.

He holds the back of your head in a tight, crushing hand, running his fingers through your hair. He buries his face in your hair, breathing in your shampoo. He's breathing heavily, and his breathing quickens further when you give a tight hug in return, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

He's shaking, you notice. His grip is tight, crushing, bruising, and he doesn't let go for a long, long time.

When he finally does, though, he lets out a long, slow sigh, his grip loosening a little as he puts some distance in between the two of you, just enough for him to look at your face. He cradles your cheek, his expression calm, calmer than you've ever seen it before.

"I missed you," he says simply, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, pressing his palm to your face as you smile at him. "I missed you too."

Those words make him feel good, make him feel better than he's ever felt. You missed him. You missed him even though you were having so much fun. You still love him.

Your eyes light up.

"I got you a gift," you say excitedly, rummaging through your bag. You pull out a small box, about the size of your palm. He takes it from you almost immediately, ripping the cover off.

It's a bracelet. A small, silver one, elegant chain wrapping around winding branches. Gemstones line the sparkling metal. He struggles to get it on, his fingers shaky and his movements fast, almost frantic.

You laugh in amusement. "You like it?"

He envelops you in a crushing hug again, muttering and mumbling as his grip tightens around you. "I love it," you hear, barely intelligible. "I love you. Oh, I love you..."

He releases you from the suffocating hug, his hands on the small of your back.

"Can we go for ramen now?" He asks, almost begs. He's starving, not having eaten a proper meal for a week. "Please? Anata?"

Your heart flutters at the sound of him using that pet name for you. It's so, so rare to hear him calling you anything other than your name. You don't mind it, of course, but this is a... Pleasant surprise.

You smile. "Of course."

His dopey grin widens as he takes your hand in a bruising grip, leading you out of the airport and to his favourite ramen shop.

He's warm.

[thefloatingwriter]

I try to be all let people do fandom how they want but oh boy. The bad takes everywhere about beetee and wiress. Stumbled on a reddit thread saying beetee's a mary sue whose only trait is being smart like.... get away from my man actually! People who think wiress has to be brain damaged and is unable to have any "normal" social interaction?? Literally how is it possible to misunderstand them so badly its not even like there's a million words of layered complexity to sift through a lot of it is explicitly stated/shown in the tiny amount of time the narrative gives to both of them. (And the way they're both commonly erased from the Quell alliance ugh.)

THIS!!! oh my god i will never not be mad about the common misinterpretations in this fandom. like of course wiress was having trouble communicating, she was literally going through possibly the worst thing that ever happened to her AGAIN. yes beetee is mainly characterized as being smart but that’s because he’s a side character with not much information on him, not because he’s a mary sue. like are we idiots. have we learned nothing in english class.

[eebi-after-hours]

do NOT let Blanche get into the X-ray glasses jar!!!!!!!! /j/ref

[wundrousarts]

Hi folks! It seems like people are discovering that there are people online who write some WEIRD! 👎 stuff for Nevermoor. Some tips and tricks for dealing with that:

Don't engage. Don't read the fics. Don't even comment to say how much you hate it.

Don't spread it around. It's gross as hell, I know! But being like "ew, guys, I found this gross fic" just means you're causing more people to seek out said gross fic, and that's just not great. If you don't want to see it, no one else wants to either.

If you can: block, mute, or filter. I don't really use any fanfic sites to know if these functionalities exist, but I'm sure people online have found ways. Edit: here's a way to do it on Ao3.

TL;DR: Ignore, Ignore, Ignore. 👍

(PS: Same thing goes for when people send weird inappropriate anon messages. Just delete them from your inbox and don't subject others to them.)

This is unfortunately something that's been present for years in the fandom, on both Ao3 and Wattpad. This is also why I essentially don't read Nevermoor fics unless they're for Mogtober, and even then I'm cautious. I have seen some weird stuff written about my favorite characters that I wish I could pluck from my brain and set on fire, or worse! But when I stumble across that stuff, I just quickly close the tab and pivot to something else to get my mind off of it.

We should not entertain these types of people in a fandom full of minors about a middle grade series, so: just don't engage with them, ignore them, filter them out, and maybe even drown them out with some fics of your own.

[candyheartedchy]

Me: I hate the beach!

*my f/o(s) being either from the ocean or have ocean themes and obsessions*

Me: I LOVE SAND! I LOVE THE SMELL OF SALT WATER! IM GONNA SUNBATHE AND GET A TAN AND COLLECT SHELLS AND PLAY IN THE OCEAN AND SAIL A BOAT!

[dicetardly]

tagged by @skeletonsloverockcandy! Thanks for tagging me I've missed these posts

Last song: End of Beginning by Djo I was making an end of the year edit for a friend and we both had this in our top 5 this year cause we were living together until june

Favorite color: probably pink but it keeps changing

Last book: I've just started The Invisible Man by HG Wells for the first time. My friend and I have our bdays 1 day apart and we went out and got used books and swapped them and I'm on a SciFi streak rn

Last movie: I saw War of the Rohirrim at the cinema this week. It was okay. Just okay. Not bad, I have some thoughts but I'm not dumping all of that here.

Last TV show: The 3 Body Problem. I think this is what started my SciFi streak actually.

Sweet/savory/spicy: 100% savory. I only have like a couple specific sweets I like

Relationship: Finally cured of a rly long crush I'd had

Last thing I googled: the Wikipedia page for Milka chocolate cause I wanted to see if my fav Cherry Cream flavor is on there. And it's not. So I went to edit it. And the Cherry Cream edit is apparently already pending. Heartbreak. Hurry up.

Current obsession: History of the entire universe on YT and then reading the Wikipedia page and the articles they link to for every concept they mention. I've seen some of the videos like 5 times I'm fr trying to understand string theory over here. (I don't know physics) I just wish they'd properly reference every sources.

Looking forward to: finally finding a job and hopefully having colleagues I can have smoke breaks with (I miss my uni smoke breaks that was prime gossip time)

I was supposed to tag 10 ppl but uhhh

@aearyn @elvenhymntoelbereth @adjacentrecluse

if you feel like it!

[allastoredeer]

that art with luci in drag basically just alastor dancing with skinny mimzy lol and why would alastor suddenly be flustered if someone who's looking girly start to flirting/dancing with him? he has it all the time by the look of it! you want him flustered? take the lead away from him and change his outfit and here you go if canon anything to go by :)

Hmm i think the appeal people get out of making Alastor flustered to see Luci in a flapper dress is that Lucifer is wearing an outfit from his time-period, which he finds appealing and attractive, especially if there's not a lot of things in Hell that remind him of home. But if Lucifer is just in drag, I mean...yeah, I kind of agree with you, Anon. (Comparing drag Lucifer to skinny Mimzy reminds me of the Anon who compared minx Lucifer to Angel Dust in the bad wig, and fljsnglkjangljbgljkbg the snort I made 🤣 But also, yeah??? kind of???)

You know? What I want to see if flapper!Al dancing with flapper!Mimzy. Now THAT sounds adorable.

But yeah, I don't see how Lucifer just being in a dress and wearing make-up would fluster Alastor. I mean, Lucifer would look good, for sure, but idk...maybe? Sort of? But also, it doesn't make a lot of sense to my brain??? But also maybe??? But also no???

I don't know, I don't see how Lucifer looking more feminine would fluster Alastor. I don't see him finding it more attractive, not in the sense the Lucifer isn't attractive, but in the sense that him being looking feminine just...isn't a turn on for him. Like, yeah, he thinks Lucifer looks good, but he doesn't find any extra attraction in it. Lucifer is just in a dress now, and he makes it work👍time to hit the dance floor!

Maybe if there's more attraction involved between them? Like, seeing Lucifer in something new and different could be flustering and appealing? But even considering that, I just...can't see it. I can't see Alastor getting flustered by it. It's not computing.

I GUESS, maybe, considering how much of a distance Alastor keeps from men in the show and how much more comfortable he seems around women, Lucifer appearing more feminine could be appealing to him. But even then, I don't see Alastor being flustered by it so much as feeling more comfortable around Lucifer because of it. I feel like he naturally relaxes and feels more safe around women and femininity, and so would let his guard down more easily. He wouldn't be so on edge or keep his distance so much.

Now THAT I find appealing, actually. The more I think about Lucifer appearing feminine as a way of putting Alastor at ease, the more my brain is opening up to feminine Lucifer. Not with him losing ALL his masculine qualities, or turning into a delicate little waif, but him making an effort to present himself in a way that he knows Alastor feels more comfortable around, while also not permanently changing himself to fit that ALL the time (because that feels like a toxic thing to do).

[chilapis]

if you’ve ever been mean to the sweet little girl that is paimon i will kill you. i pray for public interest that this is common knowledge.

[cheeseknives]

Instagram keeps showing me reels of someone with a handle named something like jamesmaythristtraps and like, they are truly doing gods work but I can't like or comment on these masterpieces because I know what kind of snitch of an app it is 😔

[100-gar]

Controversial take but i watched all of jjk, in subbed, so it had my full attention 100% of the time, and i am of the opinion that it just fucking sucks.

So me and my wife were talking about it, and we were trying to figure out why people like it and we've come up short. I do not understand what's so appealing about this show for so many people. Can someone PLEASE tell me.

[catradoraism]

i saw someone say that realising you like women and realising you don’t like men are two very different revelations and that’s so true like it was much easier for me to accept i liked women than accept i have no attraction to men

[himblebo]

Again again thinking

[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed