#Why do I keep getting attracted

[yangbbokari]

I LOVE YOU💕💖❤️🫶

Skz🤨

[nacreousor]

Frank Langdon is a high functioning addict and pretty damn adept at what he's doing as long as everything is going 100% his way. He needs people on his side that see him as a good guy. He needs to see himself as a good guy. He wears a handmade bracelet that his kid made him to work - brightly coloured with his sleeves rolled up. He sits with David after a traumatic event and tells him that Robby was the best man for the job - within Robby's sight line. He wants to get his four year old the puppy he's been begging for - for his wife to deal with whilst raising both his kids as he's out of the house for 12 hour shifts. When he gets caught, he says c'mon Robby, remember how I helped my mother move all by myself? He's taking risks with his addiction, and he's getting cagey and paranoid about it when we meet him. He's jumping at everything as the season opens. He knows people will see him differently if they find out and he knows his career is at stake.

But he's still a good guy - as long as people believe this, they're all his character witnesses. Enter new residents and interns, and as luck will have it, he gets paired with a friendly, bubbly, eager to learn, genuinely happy to be here resident. Ain't that swell. Her desire to trust and build relationships with people that is the perfect canvas for Langdon to paint the best version of himself. So he's charming, he's kind to her, he gets to show off a little because he is a damn good doctor, and it FEELS damn good to be observed as such, especially by someone fresh who hasn't also clued in to the fact that he's an asshole too. He works his shift building up a mentor/student relationship with her. He's not doing this out of the kindness of his heart or because he likes her; Melissa King is a convenient part of Frank Langdon's ongoing plan of manipulation. Her competence means that none of his agitated snapping gets aimed her way (yet).

That's because he's reserving all that for Trinity Santos - the more jaded and less naive med student who recognizes how manipulative men behave. After all, it's a lot easier to never have to see an abrasive recent grad he's not able to intimidate after one day than it might be to never see a second year resident with experience again. He's playing the whole field here, because in his mind, everyone is on to him already. (and best believe he would have thrown Mel under the bus and dismissed and gaslit her too if she had been the one to piece his little secret together)

[terminalvelocityfrfr]

Arthur stop luring men in they’ll get hung

[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.

[hyunpic]

oh okay hiiiii parkour king 😻

[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.

[stinkyinc]

I wish my mental health wasn't so effected by the media I watched, yaknow? like I've been watching a lot of buffy the vampire slayer lately and I'm on season 6 and (below the line is spoilers for the season)

the plot with Buffy grappling with her humanity, trying to figure out who she is post-resurrection... and spike! been thinking a lot about spike lately, and how he loves buffy so unconditionally but she is only using him for sex bc the only time she feels anything is when they're together... idk man!! its messing with me!!

and willow too!! with her addiction to magic and it being a very obvious metaphor for drug addiction... the plot of season 6 is really gripping me, but it's also effecting my mental health. yesterday I was in a funk so I watched like half a season all at once and afterwards all I could think about was spuffy and the angst attached to it... get out of my head!!! get out of my head angsty vampire!!!

I would stop but it's so hard for me to get into a show lately that I don't wanna stop bc I feel like I'll lose steam and never finish it... I already paused watching like midway through s4 a while back bc I couldn't stand rylie finn and the initiative...

my shining beacons are my girlies, Tara, Anya, and Dawn. they're such good characters I enjoy them quite a bit. I'm glad they write dawn as a kid, her motivations and dialogue sounds straight from a 15 yr old and that's always nice to see. and Tara is such a badass but also so sweet... I've really enjoyed seeing her grow more of a backbone over the course of the season and becoming Buffy's confidant.. and Anya is just my silly billy I love my autistic ex-demon girlie

I wasn't expecting them to go so dark with this season and the last. like when they killed Buffy's mom off that was INTENSE. they did it so well, all the aftermath, like the two eps that came after have gotta be some of my favorite in the whole show, they were just so well executed. and then Buffy killing herself and being brought back from the dead but having to dig herself out of her own grave... this is the problem is that the plot is great and interesting but it's so dark that it is effecting my fragile mental health 😭😭

I'm just rambling at this point bc I don't have anyone in my life that watches buffy so to my blog it goes...

we are really going through it.

[cosmogyros]

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[coquelicoq]

most of the things about the main couple in blossom i could take or leave but i do love the recurring bit where she's doing something he interprets as foreplay and he's just sitting there quietly getting turned on and savoring the anticipation waiting for her to escalate and then it's revealed that she was leading up to something totally else the whole time and has no idea why it's taking him so long to react to whatever it is she's doing. like hellooooo earth to yantang i just revealed my secret that you've been dying for me to tell you for months and it's that i can see the future as you can see here from the red string conspiracy board i have stitched onto my inner robe. you should be overjoyed to have finally been let in on the secret! chuckling awkwardly is not a reasonable response to this information. but for yantang it's like. My Wedding Night and my wife starts taking off her clothes and tells me she has something to show me she's never shown anyone before and it turns out to be Not Her Naked Body. so he's gonna need a minute to recalibrate.

[ikana-graveyard]

feeling completely hopeless about life in general lately. not to sound like a 17 y/o but like... i'm tired of wondering about my potential. if i were gone, it wouldnt be my burden anymore but everyone elses

[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!

[dreamcatcher-roulette]

I still haven't recovered from Sydney actually oh my god. I went a little um. Crazy. On the snapshots. And I started trying to figure out which pose to do with who and if I should do something special with yooh because she's my ult bias but ultimately I was like well but I love them all. Hearts for everyone. So the first six were in Melbourne and genuinely every single one of them was magical and I don't regret a single bit of that money because I'm first of all so happy I got to thank all of them in person but also I'm going to treasure those pics forever but then Sydney was like. The Big one. You know. AND SHE PRANKED ME.

[I removed the image because I got Scared people who know me could see the image and realise it's me even with the blur lol. She's giving me bunny ears]

So now I have six hearts and yooh doing this which is better than I could have ever imagined 😭 the spike in my heartrate halfway back to the SVIP hitouch line when I opened my photos and realised....

[eyepotheosis]

i have to #accept that whatever rship i have w men is part of the same selfdestructive pattern where i keep repeating behaviors that profoundly disgust me but i simply have to see how low i can get myself to. for some reason.

[inorganicorgan]

Unclear who's holding who hostage in this relationship (picrew)

WARNING:: BARELY CONTAINED YAPPING

The story: Inessa is OBSESSED with Essex. Terrified to ask them but every time she sees them she experiences the worst bisexual panic known to man. She is INFATUATED for months before Essex even notices that she's stalking them. When they DO notice that Inessa is the one leaving them increasingly more threatening and violent love notes, they assume Inessa is human, just a particularly sick and weird lonely one and decides they want a free meal, because it's been a good long while since they've been properly full.

It's worth noting at this point that Inessa can sense magical or otherwise inhuman people. It's how she instantly sees through Jess-Ava's disguise (if Jess-Ava didn't give it away with her A+ acting). She assumes all vampyrs can do this.

(spoiler alert they can't)

So Essex slides up real smooth next to Inessa and asks for her number. Inessa promptly melts and gives it to them. They text for about thirty seconds before Essex decides it's probably safe to invite Inessa to their house. It is ABSOLUTELY not safe Inessa is insane and shouldn't be trusted even a little bit but they invite her regardless.

When Essex inevitably tries to turn a teenage make-out session into a true crime story, Inessa shoves them off while they spit out all the dust Inessa's rapidly regenerating carotid artery turned into, utterly confused at why Essex would even try that. She then reveals her sixtyfivehead and waits for Essex to tell her that no, they didn't express an interest in her just to eat her because they thought she was human.

They don't.

She runs home and gives herself a pat on the back for keeping it together long enough to make it to Jess-Ava's old cabin. She proceeds to ugly cry for six straight hours.

Essex feels like shit and tries to make it up to her by going on a few real dates, although just as friends. Inessa doesn't let the friends status stay though and they eventually start for real dating after a few months and it's not questionable at all