#at first i was gone bc work/life was very busy and I didn’t have time

[sugaggukkie]

im not here but BY GOD do i fucking miss bts

[revehae]

i’m not asking you to write for wonbin but if you ever do js know i wiillllll be there !

yall have finally did it yall have won yall have Cracked me i hope youre happy bc i kinda am… i had this idea before he cut his hair now im feeling like that one harry styles fan tweet and i don’t even stan fr

warnings: drug use, addiction, is this dubcon idk

wc. 670

dealer!wonbin x (f) rich!reader.

wonbin knew you wouldn’t turn down his offer. not in the state that you were in, moody and tense as ever. the girl he’d seen around here and there at parties hadn’t come back around, not since he’d first seen her bump a line or two, and she’d been replaced by you.

what you had become over the months, at least.

not that wonbin would have it any other way. he liked having you kind of dependent on him, knowing he was the first person crossing your mind when you needed a fix. but the brief interactions, meeting you at a party or somewhere shady at night, your car window rolling up as quickly as it had gone down, weren’t enough anymore.

“no.”

“no?” you repeated, like the entitled, spoiled rich girl you really were deep down. wonbin had to give you credit, you cloaked it well, but when you were desperate, you showed your true colors. “what do you mean no?”

wonbin grinned playfully, in a way that he knew would aggravate you. “i mean, i set everything aside for my buddy, and i don’t have enough for you right now.”

you rubbed your nose and ran a finger through your hair, exhaling exasperatedly. “well, tell him to wait. i need it more than he does! is he paying you? i’ll pay you twice as much!”

there you went, offering him your pocket money, throwing it away like it was nothing just for a second of your high. but wonbin didn’t need your money. selling cocaine to recklessly needy addicts like yourself was a very lucrative business.

he shook his head. “sorry, that’s not gonna cut it. but i thought of something better.”

you were in the middle of losing what was left of your mind when wonbin said that and your eyes immediately snapped back to him, fixed to him before he could even get the words completely out.

“i’ll give you two grams if you let me fuck you,” wonbin said casually, a wild grin tugging at his lips. “six grams if you let me do it raw.”

you were a little reluctant at first, but wonbin wasn’t surprised when you finally caved, thinking to himself, that was too damn easy.

because he was nice, wonbin let you snort a line before he touched you, but he was on top of you not a second later. in spite of that, he didn’t move like he was in any particular hurry, snaking a hand up your shirt and pressing his lips against your lips. then your neck, your collarbone, your belly. almost affectionately, almost.

it started to work you up quickly, and you even got annoyed, tugging at his hair, but wonbin didn’t care. matter of fact, he could feel his body getting hotter, burning a thousand degrees. he wanted to savor every second of you, every touch of you, every smell of you.

wonbin really liked the smell of you. the sweet scent helped masked the madness underneath when you were like this. he leaned in to sniff your hair, your neck, your clothes, your hands.

it made his dick twitch in his pants and he couldn’t control himself anymore, yanking it free so that he could steer himself between your open, inviting legs, moaning shakily and blowing his hair out of his eyes as he pushed into you. 

knowing that only a few months ago, your dignity would have never let you consent to something like this, wonbin almost felt bad. he may have sold the drugs, but he never touched them otherwise. too many people he had seen wind up like you, selling themselves out for a moment of ecstasy.

but he wasn’t so different. your cunt squeezed and throttled the life out of his cock. sweat was the reason your body clung to his. you were muttering his name, dragging red lines down his back with your fingernails. and for the time being, there was nothing wonbin wouldn’t do for his moment of ecstasy.

[thesuperiorrobin]

❥ Love language

༯ quality time:

Damian has been alone for most of his life.

So he’s such a sucker for spending his free time with you.

Need help with school work? Damian putting his aside and rushes over to help you because he knows the lesson all to well.

Most of the time he’s busy so his time with you is very limited.

Been gone for weeks and the only time he’s free is training in the bat cave? He called you up so you can come over and watch it.

You two walk Titus together. Sometimes in silence or sometimes steering up conversations. It’s one of your guys favorite activities together

Second favorite (if your long in the relationship or are married) is bathing together. Nothing sexual or anything. Just you two together—washing each others hair as a simple gesture.

Loves baking with you. Baking new recipes with the help of Alfred sometimes.

Brushes your hair for you/ washes your hair for you during wash days.

Sometimes you two don’t have to be doing anything

Your presence alone puts him at ease.

༯ physical touch:

Damian’s physical touch comes from the lack that he never got growing up.

He’s also someone’s who isn’t really good at showing emotions but his physical touch makes up for it.

He didn’t understand it at first and thought that it was probably just something you just enjoyed (truth he enjoys it more then you)

He craves for your physical touch.

Please hug him, grab his hand, cuddle him, hold him in your arms. He craves it.

Had a shitty day at work/patrol? Your arms are open as soon as he gets home and doesn’t waste time in getting in your arms. Sleeping away the pissy and sour mood he’s been in

First time you hugged him, he didn’t really understood what was happening.

This feels nice he thinks and doesn’t let go until you do

Only in private, however in public you two are seen holding hands or pinkies

When he does it the feeling last forever.

Feeling down? He’ll rub your back in silence until your feeling a little better then before. A way of telling you that he right there if you need anyone to talk to

Exited about good news? He’s the first one to have his arms open waiting for a hug, Arms securely around your waist/back, swaying the both of you side to side. It’s the same if you’ve been having a shitty day

Overall just loves having you in his arms

Head over heels if it’s the other way around

༯ gift giving:

Damian is very crafty when it comes to art.

It’s also very obvious bc he’s an artsy person and can make stuff with his hands without struggling

He’ll make portraits of you and gives them to you.

Having a piece he made in your room for an anniversary. Still sitting above your bed till this day.

Loves making you paper flowers. Not the kind you make in kindergarten for Mother’s Day but the kind that should be but In a museum

When these flowers die that means my love for you has faded, he says you knowing that the flowers are fake and will never die. It’s cheesy but really cute.

But over time his gift are less self made and more bought later on in the relationship (when you two get married)

He will gift give you expensive jewelry. He has money. And tons of it it won’t effect him at all

Buys you matching sets so you two can match.

Take them. I got them especially designed to fit your taste love. Shame really because they look so good on you that you have to wear them.

Idk there’s just something about you wearing his initials around you finger on a metal ring that makes him go crazy sometimes.

[mrseasycompany]

Hidden Feelings - Joe Liebgott one shot

Warnings: bad writing bc this is my first real attempt, I thought it would be easy but writing is goddamn difficult?! I have all these ideas in my head but acting putting them to words turns out to be incredibly difficult 🫠 So feedback is very much wanted and welcome! - also people getting hurt, bad attempt at angsty writing

Summary: Joe doesn’t want to admit his feelings for you and watches you be with one of his friends, but when you get hurt he confesses his feelings

It was early June, and the easy company men were all waiting for orders to finally come down. The days had started to blur together, a strange limbo of drills, checking gear, trying to keep the fear and anticipation from getting the best of them. They’d been told they’d be jumping into Normandy any day now, and each night, they went to sleep wondering if tomorrow would be it. Liebgott had taken to sleeping with his boots half-laced, the nervous energy spilling into everything he did. He tried to put up a brave face, as did everyone else, but at night time the reality would hit him again and it would mean a lot of sleepless hours for him.

The others in his little friendgroup all had ways of coping too. Luz and Muck made their wisecracks, Malarkey and Penkala tried to keep spirits high, Bill kept himself busy and Buck was always somewhere with a cigarette between his fingers, watching the sky with that half-calm, half-worried look. But y/n… Joe didn’t know how she kept so calm. She had a way of settling into the silence, of watching everyone else with a steady gaze, the kind that never wavered, as if she’d long ago decided that whatever happened would happen, and there was no point in letting it scare her.

She didn’t talk much about what she felt. Not even to Joe. Not that she didn’t want to, because she did, but she felt like she shouldn‘t. She was the only woman in their battalion; she’d had to work twice as hard just to prove she could belong. She’d fought tooth and nail to get them to see her as a soldier first, not some girl tagging along, and she couldn’t bear the thought of losing that respect. It was hard enough as it was, fighting in a man’s world, where every action, every look, every stray touch was a potential rumor waiting to catch fire.

Instead, she’d go off with Talbert, her laugh echoing down the line, that warm, quiet laugh that Joe had only ever heard her give to Tab. It was enough to make his stomach twist, to feel like his blood was boiling inside him every time he saw them together. He’d see her sitting next to Talbert, that easy, open smile on her face, and Talbert would be looking at her like she was some kind of miracle. Joe hated it more than he’d ever admit, hated how she could lean into Tab, laughing as if they weren’t days from getting thrown into god-knows-what in France, as if this whole damned war didn’t matter as long as they had each other. He’d told himself, more times than he could count, that he didn’t care, that it wasn’t his business, that it didn’t matter. But he knew better. He’d always known better.

He wasn’t sure why she’d gone for Tab in the first place. They were close, sure, but it was different. Joe and y/n had something different, something deeper, something that lived in all the silent looks, the half-smiles, the way she’d reach out and catch his shoulder whenever he tried to brush off some wound he was hiding. They never talked about it, and it made no sense, this thing between them, but it was there, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He had ruined that himself. She had tried to get close to him at Toccoa, and they were good friends, but when she tried to kiss him one time during a party in a pub he’d refused her. Not that he didn’t want her, he did, he just didn’t want to admit that to himself. Feelings would make his life more complicated than it already was, and he didn’t want to care too much for someone who could die any day now.

However, every time he saw her with Talbert, his heart pounded with this twisted, fierce jealousy that felt almost wrong, like it wasn’t something he had the right to feel.

But how could he tell her that?

It would be stupid, reckless, and worse, selfish. They were soldiers. Tab and him were friends. They were here for the same reason as everyone else, and he couldn’t let his feelings get in the way, couldn’t give them voice when it might break the whole thing apart. So, he buried it, again and again, telling himself that it didn’t matter, that she was free to do what she wanted, be with who she wanted.

And yet, here he was, pacing around camp in the early morning, the sky just beginning to lighten, when he saw her - y/n, standing alone near the edge of the tents, her hands shoved deep in her pockets. She looked cold, lost in thought, and for once, Talbert was nowhere around. He almost turned back, almost left her to her own quiet solitude. But he didn’t. His feet kept moving, like they were carrying him forward on instinct.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked as he came up beside her, shoving his hands into his own pockets to mirror her.

She looked up, eyes flicking over his face, her expression softening just a little. “Guess not.” Her voice was quiet, and she looked away, toward the fields beyond. “Feels strange, doesn’t it? This waiting.”

“Yeah,” he said, swallowing. “It does.”

A long silence fell between them, comfortable but heavy, thick with everything they couldn’t say. He thought about asking her, right then, if Talbert meant something to her, if maybe she’d ever looked at Joe the way she looked at Talb. But he knew that if he asked, it’d all come spilling out—the jealousy, the stupid ache he’d tried to ignore, the twisted feelings he knew had no place here, not now. He catched her looking at him a little too long, and she diverted her gaze to the sky until he spoke again.

“I saw you with Floyd last night. He seemed happy.”

She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if she’d caught something in his voice he hadn’t meant to let slip. “Yeah… he’s been good to me. It’s nice, having someone to talk to. Someone who gets it.”

Joe’s jaw tightened. He tried to force a smile, tried to hide the burn that clawed at his chest. “I get it too, you know,” he said, his voice a little harder than he intended. He saw her face soften, the barest hint of a frown creasing her brow.

“Do you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but her eyes were searching his face, her gaze intense, as if she was waiting for him to say something real, something he’d buried too deep to reach.

He wanted to tell her that he did, that he understood her better than anyone else ever could, that he’d felt more for her than he’d ever dared admit. But the words wouldn’t come. They stuck in his throat, thick and painful, tangled with the fear that if he said them, everything would shatter. The mission, the friendship they’d built, the delicate thread they’d stretched between them.

So he just nodded, glancing away. “I do, y/n, I used to get you more than anyone ever did”, he said, his voice low and rough. And then, softer, “More than you know.”

She took a step closer, placing her hand on his cheeck, and he froze, feeling the warmth of her touch. “You distanced yourself from me, remember? Not the other way around” she murmured, a sad, knowing smile on her lips.

He swallowed, his chest tightening as he looked down at her. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he’d kept hidden, but he knew he couldn’t. Not here. Not with Normandy looming over them like a shadow, ready to claim them all. They were living on borrowed time, and some things were better left unsaid.

The silence stretched between them again, heavy and fragile. Finally, she sighed, stepping back. “You should get some sleep, Joe.”

He nodded, the words dying on his tongue, and turned back to the camp, walking away from her, hating himself a little more with each step.

~

They were in the thick woods somewhere outside Eindhoven, trudging through underbrush, their boots sinking into wet mud with every step. Y/n walked a few steps ahead of Joe, while Luz and Malarkey covered the rear, trading quiet jokes that barely carried over the crackle of leaves. Joe kept his eyes forward, watching her as she navigated the uneven terrain. He was still nursing the awkwardness from that night before Normandy—the things left unsaid, the way he’d walked away, the way he’d regretted it every day since.

But none of that mattered now, not when they were out here, deep in hostile territory. He wasn’t supposed to worry about anything except keeping everyone safe. They all knew that. And yet, when y/n looked back to check on him, her gaze lingering just a little too long, he couldn’t ignore that same ache tightening his chest.

They continued through the woods until a sudden crack split the air—a gunshot, distant but unmistakable. “Did you guys hear that?” Malarkey asked quietly.

Everyone froze, tense, scanning the trees for any movement. Y/n’s hand went instinctively to her rifle, her eyes sharp, searching. Joe moved closer to her without thinking, his hand coming up to gesture for her to keep low. For a moment, their eyes met, and he saw the fear there, buried under her determination.

Then, a shout—a patrol up ahead. German voices, coming closer.

They all ducked down, scrambling for cover behind a fallen tree. Joe’s heart hammered as he crouched next to y/n, his fingers tight on his rifle. Luz and Malarkey were barely a few feet away, tense and waiting.

Joe glanced at her. Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes were steady. He could see her calculating the next move, the way her mind worked through each possibility, each risk. It was a side of her he respected, admired even, and he felt a pang of guilt, remembering the jealousy he’d harbored over Talbert, the way he’d let it come between them.

The Germans moved on, their voices fading, and Joe let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Slowly, they stood, exchanging relieved looks. Luz muttered a few choice words under his breath, making y/n snicker despite herself, and the tension eased just a little.

But the near-miss lingered with Joe. He found himself walking closer to her, his shoulders brushing hers now and then, and for once, she didn’t pull away. He didn’t know why, but it was enough to let him hope things could get better between them again.

~

Over the next few weeks, Joe and y/n found themselves thrown together again. They’d stand watch side by side, swap stories during rare quiet nights, linger over half-finished cigarettes in silence. It felt easy, the way it had before everything got complicated, and for a little while, Joe let himself believe things could go back to how they’d been.

One night, they were sitting on a stone wall outside a deserted farmhouse, keeping watch while the others caught a few hours of sleep. The moon was bright, casting a soft glow over the fields, and for a moment, it felt almost peaceful.

“How are Tab and you? Haven’t heard from him in a while” Liebgott asked while he put a cigarette between his lips to light it.

“Floyd and I… we broke things off,” she said, her voice breaking the quiet. Joe looked at her, surprised, and saw the faintest hint of sadness in her eyes.

“Oh,” he said, not sure what to say. “I’m sorry.”

She gave him a small, rueful smile, shaking her head. “No need to be. It’s better this way. We’re still friends.”

He wanted to ask why—he’d seen her and Talbert together enough to know they’d shared something real, even if he hated admitting it. But before he could, she looked away, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon, and he knew she didn’t want him to press.

It had been weeks before, back in the tents, when she’d finally confronted Talbert. They’d been talking, laughing even, when she felt the weight of it settle in her chest—the knowledge that something between them had shifted, that whatever they’d had was fading, unraveling.

“I think… maybe we’re trying to make this into something it’s not,” she’d said, her voice soft but steady.

Talbert looked at her, his expression pensive. “Maybe,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair. There was no bitterness there, no anger, just an odd kind of resignation. “We’re both looking for something to hold onto, and maybe we thought we could find it in each other.”

She nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and regret. “It’s hard to be anything, to be anyone, in a place like this. Things don’t… stick. You know?”

He gave a low chuckle, nodding. “Believe me, I know. But…” He hesitated, his gaze flicking over her face, searching for something. “I think there’s more to it than that. You and me… we’re better as friends, y/n.”

She opened her mouth to argue, to tell him that she’d tried, that she wanted it to work. But his next words cut her off.

“Besides, you’ve always had eyes for Liebgott. Even if you don’t want to admit it.”

The shock of his words settled over her, and she could only stare at him, speechless. Talbert’s face softened, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.

“It’s okay,” he added, his tone gentle. “Sometimes you just know. I’ll keep your secret.”

---

The night after that conversation, she had kept her distance from Joe, unsure of what to do with the realization that Talbert’s words had stirred in her. But it didn’t seem to matter, not when Joe was always there, his quiet steadiness a comfort she hadn’t realized she needed.

It was a few days later, the whole group huddled around a small fire, trying to keep warm in the evening chill. Luz was telling some outrageous story, Malarkey and Buck throwing in commentary, everyone laughing louder than they had in weeks. Y/n was laughing too, caught up in the warmth of it, the camaraderie that had become so rare out here.

"So there I was," Luz said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "crouched under a table in the back of this bar in London, and I’m thinking, Luz, my man, you’re as good as dead."

Buck rolled his eyes. "Oh, here we go again."

"No, no, seriously!" Luz insisted, his eyes wide with mock horror. "The bartender's waving a broom at me like I’m some kind of wild animal. I’m dodging left, dodging right, trying to keep my head down—"

"And let me guess," Malarkey interjected, a smirk tugging at his lips, "you were hiding from some poor girl you promised the world to?"

Luz grinned, shrugging. "You say ‘promised,’ I say ‘gave a slight suggestion of affection.’ There’s a difference, Malarkey."

Y/n snorted, shaking her head. “So let me get this straight,” she said, eyebrows raised. “You're saying this bartenderjust randomly decided to chase you out of his bar, for no good reason? I’m not buying it.”

Luz put a hand to his chest, looking hurt. "Y/n, when have I ever lied to you?"

Buck laughed, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Better question: when hasn’t he?" He asked.

The conversation continued after that, but y/n zoned out a little. And in an attempt to get her back to the conversation, George made a comment. “How’s it going with you, y/n? Moved on from Floyd yet?” It was a lighthearted jab, but it hit harder than she expected, and suddenly, the laughter felt too sharp, too close. She stood, muttering something about needing air, and walked off into the night, hugging her arms around herself.

Joe saw her leave, his brow furrowing as he watched her silhouette disappear. Without thinking, he got up, following her into the darkness. “I didn’t mean to-“ George said sadly, but Buck comforted him, saying that she’d been a bit off all day.

Liebgott found her a few yards from the fire, her back turned to him, shoulders hunched. She didn’t look up as he approached, but she didn’t pull away, either.

“Y/n,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She tensed, but didn’t move. “Hey, what’s going on?”

She shook her head, her voice choked. “I’m fine. It’s just… everything. I guess it got to me.”

He nodded, stepping closer, his hand sliding down to hold hers. She let him, and for a moment, they stood there in silence, the night settling around them like a blanket.

“Floyd?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She gave a bitter laugh. “I don’t even know what to feel about him anymore. We… we’re done, but…” Her voice trailed off, and she looked up at him, her eyes shining with something raw and unspoken.

“But it’s not about Talbert, is it?” he asked, the words falling out before he could stop them. He felt her hand tighten in his, felt her pulse beneath his fingers, fast and uncertain.

She didn’t answer, just stared at him, her expression conflicted, a thousand emotions passing over her face. And in that moment, Joe knew—knew the truth he’d been running from, the truth he’d tried to bury. “No, it’s not” y/n sighed, shifting her head to look up at him. The way she looked at him made clear what she wanted to say. That it was him. But he kept quiet. she wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen someone put up as many walls as he did. There was something haunted in him, something broken that he never let anyone touch, least of all her. But she felt it, whenever they were alone, that subtle push and pull, that tension between them that no words seemed to reach. It felt like a thread, stretching between them, invisible yet stronger than steel, and every day it grew tighter, coiled with words unsaid, touches unmade, confessions swallowed and buried deep. “Why can’t you just admit how you feel. I know I’m not imagining what’s going on between us” she frowned.

They’d been questioned about their dynamic before, especially by Muck and Luz, who were always looking for a good laugh. Joe’d rolled his eyes, snorted, even. Just friends, he’d say, putting enough irony into it to make the others laugh. Y/n would brush it off too, put on that easy smile and give as good as she got, but inside she felt a knot tighten in her chest every time they asked. Just friends. That was the only answer that made any sense. They couldn't afford anything more—not here, not now, not with war pressing in on them from every side. And maybe not ever.

Liebgott swallowed and looked at her, he was at a complete loss of words. “I- y/n… I can’t… we can’t…”

Y/n let go of his hand and sighed softly. “You know what? Forget that I said anything. I’m gonna try to get some sleep” she mumbled before walking off.

~

The night was dark, the kind of blackness that swallowed every trace of light. In some cruel twist of faith, Liebgott and y/n were made to share a foxhole. They sat huddled together, the wet earth pressing in around them. They were knee-deep in mud, cold to the bone, and every few minutes, a distant rumble shook the ground beneath them. They’d been here for hours, rain dripping down their helmets, every sound making them tense, hands instinctively reaching for their rifles.

They hadn’t spoken much—neither of them dared to. Just quick glances, the unspoken worry about the others out there somewhere in the same miserable conditions, trying to survive the endless barrage. Joe kept glancing at her, watching how she set her jaw, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon. He felt that familiar ache, the one that twisted painfully every time he looked at her and remembered everything they hadn’t said, everything he’d kept buried. There was something about this night, this horrible, cold silence that made him want to reach out, to finally tell her what he’d been carrying for so long. But the words stayed stuck in his throat.

A flare shot up nearby, casting the field in a harsh, ghostly light. Suddenly, a shout rang out, somewhere to their left. It was Muck’s voice, raw and desperate.

Y/n moved instantly, scrambling out of the foxhole before Joe could even reach for her arm.

“Y/n, wait!” he hissed, but she was already gone, crawling over the muddy ground toward the sound.

Joe cursed under his breath, clambering out to follow her, his heart pounding. He could see her up ahead, her silhouette low to the ground, moving fast. Another shout tore through the darkness, and then came a crack—a gunshot—and a sudden, choked cry. Joe’s heart stopped.

“Y/n!” he yelled, panic clawing up his throat as he sprinted forward. He was slipping on the mud, his boots catching, his hands trembling as he dropped to his knees beside her. She was lying on her side, her hand clutching her shoulder, her face twisted in pain, even before she could get to Muck.

“Y/n, no, no—" His voice broke, and he felt his hands go cold. He pressed down on her shoulder, trying to stanch the bleeding, his heart thundering as he tried to keep calm. “Why the hell did you go out there? You—”

She winced, gripping his arm, her eyes squeezed shut. “Had to… had to help. Muck—” Liebgott shifted his head to look at where the noice had been coming from. Eugene Roe was sitting next to Muck, patching up his shoulder, but furthermore he seemed to be fine.

“Muck’s fine, sweetheart, he’s okay.” Joe’s voice shook, but he forced himself to focus. The bleeding wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. It was a flesh wound, but the sight of her lying there, her face pale, had hit him harder than anything he’d ever faced. “God, y/n, ya scared me half to death…”

She looked up at him with half glazy eyes.

His throat tightened, and before he could stop himself, the words started spilling out. “I can’t—can’t keep watching you run headfirst into danger like that. You keep on doing that and you can’t do that damnit. Not when…” He stopped, his breath ragged, and looked down at her, his chest aching. “Not when what, Joe?” She asked, putting her hand on his cheeck. He looked so stressed, and even though she was the one who got hit, she felt like he was the one who was hurt. He didn’t want to say anything. Didn’t want to continue and then say something he couldn’t take back. “Not when I’ve been in love with you since—hell, since I don’t even know when.”

Her eyes snapped open, and despite the pain, she gave him a small, incredulous smile. “Joe Liebgott, are you seriously confessing to me now, while I’m bleeding out in the mud?”

The shock of her voice—of her teasing tone—hit him like a punch to the chest. He let out a shaky laugh, relief flooding through him as he realized she was really going to be okay.

“Apparently, yeah,” he managed, a small, breathless chuckle escaping him. Then he called Doc Roe over who was done patching up Muck. Roe came rushing over and made her sit up straight so that he could look at her shoulder. Liebgott looked down at y/n again and felt his face go red, but he held her gaze, the weight of everything he’d kept inside finally lifting. “I… I can’t do this anymore, y/n. Pretending, acting like I don’t care.” Liebgott muttered frustrated, and Roe raised his eyebrows a little out of surprise, but kept his gaze fixed on his task. “Every time you go runnin’ off, I—hell, I can barely breathe, thinkin’ I might lose you.”

She looked at him, her face softening despite the pain, and a flicker of something he’d never seen before passed over her features. “Well, maybe it’s good you said something, because I’ve felt the same way for a long time.” Her hand found his, her fingers cold but steady. “But if you keep yelling at me like that, I might have to reconsider.”

A grin spread across his face, and he gave her hand a squeeze. “Fine, fine. Just… try not to get shot again, would ya?”

“I second that” Roe said before giving her instructions on what to do with her shoulder. It wasn’t a bad wound, but he did tell her to be more careful next time because she should know better. Y/n nodded and when Roe walked away she focused on Liebgott again. She smiled, rolling her eyes at him, and despite everything—the mud, the darkness, the war raging around them—it felt like, for one perfect moment, they were the only two people in the world.

[prodbyton]

Bwehehehe thnx for replying 😘 ok now that my brain is mostly functioning after my lectures i was thinking about sohee being extra clingy when reader has to go on a business trip?? Like ANNOYINGLY clingy to the point where yk she has to punish him and shit cuz he’s being too touchy especially burying his face in her tiddies or some shit… he just doesn’t want her to go for a whole ass week :(

Also this is honestly my very first time commenting on a fanfic author’s page bc i love the way you write about him so much… 100/10 will read again. Mine sounds boring as fk talking about some business trip because im unfortunately a woman in finance and i’ll be a future corporate slave. Can i be 🐙 anon if it isn’t taken!!

im a little late responding but thank u so much!! it really means a lot that you like my work <3 and ofc you can be 🐙 anon!! welcome 🫶🏽

sohee being annoyingly clingy is so real and at first its cute but then it just drags on and you need him to tone it down so you can actually get things done. but he never does, he just loves you too much he can never get enough of you.

when you have to leave for a business trip he actually fell to his knees as if he just got the worst news of his life. you’d only be gone for a few days, but that’s 300 years in sohees mind. he’s whining to you the entire time you’re packing, following you around like a lost puppy. every time you told him to just relax so you could finish he would just get more clingy, lingering touches and burying his face into your skin, so you figured you needed to take care of him now so you can do what you needed to do.

so thats how sohee ended up under you with tears in his eyes, barely able to form a coherent sentence after you made him cum 3 times, and pushing him to his fourth orgasm.

“c-can’t, can’t cum again” his hips jerk up into your hand despite his protests, and you coo at him while you slow down your pace.

“but baby, i thought this was what you wanted? you wanted me to give you attention right?” you squeeze his cock and he groans, your teasing words making him throb in your hand. he couldn’t complain too much, the pain from the overstimulation mixing in with the pleasure of your hand wrapped around him. he couldn’t complain when you lean down to kiss down his neck, sucking and biting bruises onto his skin.

it didn’t take long for him to cum again, barely anything coming out as you milked him for everything he had. making sure he was worn out and completely drained before you left for your trip, even if he’ll still call you needy and whiny the next day.

[opbackgrounds]

Hi there I just wanted to let you know that I love your sexism analysis post. I agree with how despite the same big book hourglass copy and paste body type the women are just well written as the males. Especially in the Wano arc where the women were given enough fights and screen time just as the males.

As for the fanservice I feel the men just get as much as fan service as the women but is not like the traditional ripping of clothes or unnecessary boob jiggles. When it comes to men fanservices it's something that most people won't bat an eye. Some examples that I can think of is Katakuri taking off his vest during his rematch with luffy, animations of zoro flexing or working out, and a majority of the males smirking.

However I do feel like there are certain things to address with what has going on with Oda mostly when he got into a controversy with Rurouni Kenshin. Here's a link to see what had happen.

https://www.cbr.com/one-piece-fans-horrified-oda-support-rurouni-kenshin-mangaka/

I'm a OP fan myself but do I find this extremely uncomfortable and very hypocritical of Oda for supporting this man when in his work has gone over slavery, trafficking, racism, and corruption yet when he is face with his former mentor and he was caught doing the same actions that he portrays in his work he turns a blind eye. I also argue that for fans who are trying to "separate the artist with the art" won't work bc that can only work if the artist is dead and Oda alive and still making money

I also feel like with this controversy also makes this worse for Oda as recently Bonney having the age age fruit and is confirmed to be 10 it feels like this a big red flag. This situation for me is really difficult for me to accept because there are moments where Oda deserved the praise and his flowers for his commentary and portrayals but when this situation occurred I don't know how to feel.

I'm not trying to excuse on what he has said or done should be ignorance but he should be hold accountable. I really do enjoy the anime and manga but I will admit there are things needed to critic this happens to be one of them

The link isn’t working for me, and my feelings on the situation haven’t changed. In an ideal world, it would have been best if Oda had unequivocally disavowed the author of Kenshin. But he didn’t. I don’t know if it was out of some sense of obligation, or because Oda thought he did nothing wrong, or something else entirely. And to me personally, it makes a whole lot of difference if Oda did what he felt he had to do or if he simply didn’t care. It is something for the fans to wrestle with, but what people do with that information is their own business.

As for Bonney, I don’t see it is a red flag. It’s something that’s been set up for a long time, with the story itself showing the horrors of sexual assault and rape as much as a shonen manga can. I don’t have an answer for the disconnect between what Oda has done in his personal life versus what is shown in One Piece. Perhaps even Oda doesn’t have an answer. He wouldn’t be the first hypocrite to have lived, or the first person with blinders for the people that they respect.

[itzynabi]

together

summary: in which someone talks to eve

set: 3 nov 2018

word count: 3.1k

warnings: talks of depression & mental health, mention of food. pls tell me if i missed anything

an: the gif is mine. if im being honest, this was a very self indulgent scenario of things i wish i was told, but it was surprisingly hard to write bcs i had no idea how i wanted to be comforted. anyways, i hope you like it! words im bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

A plate of food was placed in front of Eve. “How are you feeling?”

She looked up at her brother as he sat down opposite her at the table. “...I’m not sure.” She could tell he wasn’t satisfied with her answer, but he didn’t push it. Thankfully.

Following her breakdown five days ago, Kibum became very involved in her life. Every morning and night, he would ask her how she was feeling; she had to write in a journal — she didn’t have to show him anything she wrote, though; they went on walks together with his dogs. He wanted to help her.

“I’m going to meet up with Taeyeon today. You’re going to training, right?”

Eve shook her head. “The trainers are still sorting out whatever the problem is. But I’m gonna go to a dance class with Chaeryeong and Ryujin. Then we’ll get lunch and they have to do homework, so we’ll go our separate ways.”

“Okay.” Kibum nodded. “On your way back, can you pick the dogs up from the day care centre? I’ll send you the address.”

“Okie dokie,” she agreed. “Can we eat now?”

“Yes. Yes, we can.”

Ryujin groaned as Eve massaged her shoulders. “Everything hurts.”

The three girls had finished their dance class at a studio. It was their first time going to that studio, so they didn’t know what to expect, and they quickly realised how under prepared they were. The two hour class started and ended with thirty minutes of cardio to ‘help with their stamina.’ Or so they were told.

Chaeryeong returned to their booth with a tray full of their food. “My legs felt like jelly when I was fetching the tray,” she told her friends.

“It’s only my back that’s sore,” Eve said. She stopped massaging Ryujin — causing the girl to groan louder — and turned to face their food.

Chaeryeong slid into the booth, groaning in relief when her legs stopped paining. “You’re lucky, unnie.”

“How isn’t everything sore for you?” Ryujin asked, taking her soda.

Eve answered as she sorted through all of their food, giving each girl their meal, “I did this type of stuff in strength and conditioning for ballet. It wasn’t really cardio focused, but everything would get worked out and exercised.”

Chaeryeong slumped against the booth. “I should’ve gone to your school. Then I would’ve been so strong.”

“Even the teacher said she has good muscle,” Ryujin commented, dipping one of her chips into tomato sauce.

Eve picked up a slice of her potato and bacon pizza. “I’m only strong because I actually work out,” she said before taking a bite.

“We also work out!” Chaeryeong argued, sitting up so she could start eating her cheeseburger.

“But unnie works out every week,” Ryujin pointed out as she took the gherkins out of her hamburger, putting them on the side of her plate, “we work out once a month. Sometimes once every two months.”

Chaeryeong nodded in agreement. “True. She could be a national athlete with how much she works out,” she joked with a giggle.

Ryujin nodded, also giggling. “She should do women’s footb–”

She stopped speaking as the intro to La Vie en Rose started playing from the restaurant speakers. Both her and Chaeryeong glanced at Eve, who was too busy enjoying her pizza to notice. She looked up from her plate when she noticed the silence at the table.

“What’s going on?” She asked, putting her pizza back on her plate. She looked around the restaurant in confusion before hearing Eunbi’s part of the verse playing. “Oh.” She simply said, returning to her pizza with an indifferent shrug.

She hadn’t told anyone about her mental breakdown, but she knew her friends knew that something was up with her. Eve tried to conceal the way her hand trembled slightly by using two hands to eat her pizza.

“You don’t have to, like, act weird around me,” she said when she noticed how Ryujin and Chaeryeong were trying — and failing — to pretend they weren’t watching her.

Chaeryeong chuckled awkwardly, fussing with her hair. “We’re not acting weird.”

Eve rolled her eyes dramatically with a groan as she put down her pizza. “I flopped my way out of debuting in IZ*ONE. It’s not the end of the world. I’m okay. You can talk about the group, or the song, or anything — I won’t freak out. It’s not a big deal.” Even to her own ears, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“Well, yeah, it’s just… I mean, you really wanted to debut, Nabi unnie. And we were all voting for you and everything and… It’s just a bit awkward because you don’t seem sad but you also do?” Ryujin said, scrunching her face more and more as she spoke. “You haven’t said anything, but we can tell that something’s upsetting you.”

Eve sighed. “It’s just the normal disappointment that comes with not getting something you wanted. You guys know what it’s like, you both didn’t get to debut through the survival shows you were on. I’m dealing with it in my own way, but I’m fine. Besides, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be proud of your sister,” she told Chaeryeong. “I didn’t debut, but she did. That’s great!”

Ryujin nodded slowly. “Acting like this must make it harder to get over it, right?”

“Yep,” Eve said, popping the last P. “It’s almost suffocating.” She stole a chip from her friends’ plates, trying to lighten the mood again. She knew she succeeded when Ryujin took one of the cubes of potato off of her pizza and Chaeryeong took a sip of her soda.

The three girls finished eating their food as they talked some more. Within another ten minutes, they had finished their food and had left the restaurant. They stood outside the building, watching as cars drove by.

“Well, it was nice hanging with you guys,” Eve said, knowing that Ryujin and Chaeryeong were going to do their homework. “Enjoy doing your essays.”

Ryujin and Chaeryeong shared a look before the former girl stepped closer to Eve. “Unnie, we’re not going to do homework. We’re… We’re going to the company.��

Eve blinked repeatedly, shaking her head. “What do you mean? There isn’t any training. There hasn’t been for a while.”

”It’s because we’re not training, we’re debuting,” Chaeryeong said. “That’s why there hasn’t been any training. Just like when TWICE sunbaenim and STRAY KIDS sunbaenim were preparing for their debuts.”

“Oh,” Eve said, not knowing how to react. She felt a bunch of conflicting emotions. “Um… I’m happy for you!” She weakly cheered. “You guys are… gonna do so well. Um, I have to go fetch Commes Des and Garçon now, but… Wow! Congratulations! Really. Bye.”

She turned around and walked away, not waiting to listen if her friends were going to say anything. She quickly went to fetch her brother’s dogs and returned home. She put some dog food and water in their bowls, still thinking about what Chaeryeong and Ryujin told her.

Eve truly didn’t know how to feel about it. She obviously was happy for them — who wouldn’t be? But she was also… jealous. She worked insanely hard to be good at her craft, but it wasn’t enough. Jinyoung wasn’t kidding when he said that her performance in Produce 48 would affect whether or not she would debut in the new girl group.

Kibum entered the passcode to his apartment, walking in. “Thanks for coming, noona,” he said as Taeyeon walked in behind him.

“It’s okay,” Taeyeon waved him off, “don’t mention it. By the way, where are Commes Des and Garçon?” She asked, noticing how the dogs didn’t rush to greet them and how they weren’t in the living room.

Kibum frowned as he looked around the room. “I don’t know. Nabi said she’d fetch them. Maybe they’re on a walk?” He poked his head into his room, not noticing how Taeyeon went to open Eve’s bedroom door.

“I found them,” she whisper-shouted. She heard Kibum walk towards her until he was standing behind her, staring at the sight in front of the both of them: Eve curled up in bed with both of the dogs in her arms as she slept. Garçon wasn’t facing them, and therefore hadn’t seen them, but Commes Des was staring right at them. Both dogs were awake, watching over Eve as she slept.

“Was she crying?” Taeyeon asked, noticing dried tear streaks on Eve’s face. She started walking forward, but was stopped by Commes Des growling.

Kibum groaned, “Why are you growling? What’s the problem?”

Commes Des squirmed his way out of Eve’s hold, standing just in front of her as Garçon turned around to face the two idols. Eve stirred softly as Commes Des kept growling.

“Bro, chill,” she mumbled, raising her right arm to gently stroke his back. “Relax.”

“He was about to attack me,” Taeyeon joked, nodding her head slowly and squinting her eyes in the way she usually did.

Eve sat up slowly, still holding onto Garçon. She yawned as she fully woke up and rubbed her eyes. “What’re you doing here, ahjumma?”

“Kibum-ah asked me to talk to you,” she answered, pointing at the man.

Eve simply blinked. “Are you my therapist?”

Taeyeon chuckled, walking fully into the room and sitting down next to Eve. “I’m not your therapist, no. I’m just… here to talk. About whatever you want.”

“I’ll be next door,” Kibum said, turning around to walk away. Garçon and Commes Des followed him out of the room, probably so they could force him to play with them.

“Do you want me to close the door?” Taeyeon asked, pointing at it. Eve hesitated before nodding and Taeyeon got up to close it before returning to sit next to her. “So…”

“So…” Eve echoed. “What did ahjussi tell you?”

Taeyeon sharply inhaled. “That you broke down–”

“True.”

“–, that your depression is worse–”

“Yep.”

“–, and that he’s worried about you and doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Yeah…”

“Oh! Also that you wrote a song.”

Eve nodded. “Oh, yeah. I did. Would you like to hear it? Or read the lyrics? I didn’t actually record it, so…”

Taeyeon nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okie dokie.” Eve stood up and walked to her desk. She ruffled among the many papers lying all over the desk, letting out a soft ‘Ah-ha!’ when she found the exam pad she wrote the song on. “I wrote it in English, but I wrote a Korean version of it,” she told Taeyeon as she walked back to the older girl and handed her the exam pad.

The room was quiet as Taeyeon read over the lyrics, only the sound of her flipping the page to fill the room. Eve used the time to observe Taeyeon. She knew that Taeyeon also had depression — she sang about it. It was through talking with her and Jonghyun that she realised she might have depression. She went to a psychologist to get diagnosed, but didn’t see the point of going to therapy because she felt it wasn’t serious enough for therapy.

When Taeyeon was done reading, she closed the exam pad and put it down next to her. “Well, that’s… Well, it’s sad. Do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s not much to talk about really,” Eve said with a shrug. “I mean, it’s all clear.”

“Okay. Then can you tell me why you were crying?” Taeyeon asked, gesturing at Eve’s face.

Eve visibly hesitated. “Um, my friends are debuting. That’s why there hasn’t been any training. The company stops training when a group is preparing for debut to stop the chances of the song or choreography being leaked. I found out today when we were eating lunch. It was just… PD- nim told me he wanted to debut a new group. He told me that my performance in Produce 48 would affect whether or not I debut in the group and… I didn’t make it into the group so… Yeah.”

Taeyeon’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry, Nabi.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything. It’s not your fault. I should’ve done a better job on Produce 48, it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault,” Taeyeon told her.

“Yes, it is. I was the one competing, I was the one that performed, I was the one that didn’t do her best. I’m the one that’s at fault,” she said, feeling herself get emotional again. “I’m happy for my friends, but I feel like…”

“Like that should be you?” Taeyeon finished for her, Eve nodding.

“I’m not saying they don’t deserve it, I just want it for myself,” she explained. “I’ve been a trainee for so long, I’ll never debut at this point. I should just switch to becoming a full-time ballerina. I can audition for the national ballet and–”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Taeyeon waved her arms around. “Nabi, you’re going to debut. You just need to keep going.”

Eve scoffed. “Unnie, I’m not debuting. It’s been six years, okay. I’ve showcased everything that I possibly could — I have nothing left. The company’s probably going to cut their losses and just tell me to end my contract. I wouldn’t fault them or anything. I pretty much embarrassed them. So, I’ll just reinvent myself and do bal–”

“Why are you so adamant on giving up?”

“Because I’m tired!” She exclaimed. “I’m tired of everything. I just want to stop.”

Taeyeon wrapped her arm around Eve, squeezing the younger girl’s shoulder. “Agi-yah, I know it’s hard right now, but it’ll get better soon. Unnie promises. I’m here, Key’s here, everyone’s here. And we’re going to support you, okay? Just hold on a little longer.”

They were silent for some time as Eve calmed herself down. From outside her room, they could hear Kibum trying to bargain with the dogs to get them to let him rest. “I don’t know what’s wrong, it’s… Something is broken,” Eve said. “I’m broken.”

“You’re not broken,” Taeyeon comforted. “I know it feels that way — I know that’s what your brain is telling you —, but trust me, Nabi-yah. You’re not broken. All you need is to get help — professional help.”

“Oppa said the same thing. We’re in the process of looking for a therapist that won’t tell me it’s all in my head.”

‘I mean, technically, it is all in your head,'' Taeyeon joked, trying to get Eve to smile. “It’s a mental illness. In your mi–”

“I get it, oh my goodness.”

Taeyeon chuckled. “You know I’m here for you if you need anything? We’re in this together, okay? I don’t call you Kim Maknae for nothing, so come to me whenever. I know what you’re going through — I’ve been there. I won’t leave you to go through this alone. We’ll take it step by step by step by step. You’re doing so well and I can see your hard work.”

Eve nodded. “Thank you, ahjumma. It means a lot.”

She squeezed Eve’s shoulder. “It’s no problem. And you do realise that when you go to therapy, you’ll have to talk about your feelings, right?”

Eve groaned, throwing her head back as Taeyeon cackled. “I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Just pretend your therapist is me and you’ll be fine.”

“But,” Eve started, her voice slightly more uncertain, “I’ve, like… Like, I’ve…”

“Yeah,” Taeyeon encouraged.

Eve sighed frustratedly. “I don’t know, it’s… I’ve basically, like, found a way to mould my life around my depression. It isn’t constantly bad or anything like that, but it’s there. And I know how to go through life while being depressed, you know? And… I guess, I’m just… Who am I without depression?” She asked, not actually expecting Taeyeon to answer. “When I went to that psychologist, he told me that I most likely started feeling depressed when I was twelve and subconsciously found a way to, like, ignore it, or whatever, but he could see the effects it had on me. He said the reason it was getting more apparent than before was because I was feeling more and more stressed and he gave me ways to manage them. And I follow the tips, and I do the stretches and meditations, and I’ve, like, reworked my personality around this depression thing, and… I don’t know who I am,” she finished, panting lightly.

“I relate to that,” Taeyeon said after a minute of silence. “You spend so long being depressed that you can’t remember who you were before you were depressed. Or, you do remember who you were, but it’s so similar to who you are now that you start to wonder if you’re actually depressed. So then the question becomes, ‘Is it that I’ve been depressed for longer than I realised?’ Or it’s, ‘Am I even depressed enough to warrant seeking help?’ Or, it’s ‘Am I even depressed at all?’ And honestly, Nabi, I don’t know what it is. I so badly wish I could tell you the answer, but the truth is, I’m also figuring that out. Like I said, we’re doing this together. So, if you find out the answer to that question first, tell me,” she joked.

Eve nodded with a chuckle. “Okay, okay. I have no more questions to ask now,” she said.

“Yeah? I find that hard to believe, but I’ll take it.” She stood up, removing her arm from Eve’s shoulder. “Let’s go out there. We bought you a cake. And, hey. If you’re not added to that debut in JYP by the end of the year, I’ll use my connections to have you debut solo. Or I’ll add you to Red Velvet.”

Eve rolled her eyes as she stood up. “Why would you add me to a group that’s been active for four years? I appreciate the sentiment, but seriously?”

Taeyeon scoffed, opening the door. “It’s the thought that counts,” she whined as they walked into the living room.

Kibum looked up as he threw a toy for Garçon to chase after. “Are you done?”

Taeyeon nodded. “We talked and talked.”

He shifted his gaze to his sister. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, actually,” Eve said with a deep exhale. “Ahjumma said things that I needed to hear. Thanks for arranging this.”

“Of course, you don’t have to mention it,” he said, sighing as Garçon put the toy back in his hands. They all watched as Commes Des stalked over to Taeyeon, the idol picking the dog up.

“I heard there’s cake.”

an: i dont go to jype so idk they actually stop training when a group is preparing for debut, but i thought it would be a cool thing to add/write about

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr // @cosmicwintr // @girlzwfun // @txt-yaomi // @moongrlz

©️ kim nabi

[binders-and-beanies]

Vent about my job situation under the cut bc I have so much to say and don’t rly get to get it out anywhere 👎🏻

So for those who missed any of the context. I’m a graduate social work major interning at a therapy practice, it’s unpaid for college credit. It was going to be my first time being a one on one therapist.

My old therapist works at the same practice and I asked everyone involved during the hiring process if this would be ok and was repeatedly assured it was fine as long as I didn’t see her anymore. I haven’t seen her (or any therapist) since February when she FREAKING ghosted me.

I asked to reschedule one session and it was fine, I asked to reschedule a second one and never heard from her again. (Edit: it may be important context to point out I had been seeing her for a year and a half. So it’s not like this was my first few sessions) Which if you know basic 101 about therapy or social work you know that goes against whats drilled into our heads about ethical practice. If I as an intern did that it would be a big freaking deal.

Even if she would have said “hey I notice this is becoming a pattern so let’s talk about how we can better ensure you can make it to your sessions” I would have respected that. I understand you have to see a certain amount of clients per week but if she’s out here ghosting anyone who lets her know in advance they’ll miss two sessions, she’d be out of work.

Anyway. So I’ve already been feeling like I’m trying to heal from having her as a therapist bc I felt abandoned in a time of need. I was needing to reschedule sessions bc it was a very busy chaotic time where I needed support. And I didn’t get to find a new therapist bc this was right around when I became uninsured. But I’ve kinda been whatever about it bc it didn’t affect my life all that much, at least I’m saving money etc. Until it Did greatly affect my life bc she got a promotion that involved her supervising the interns more closely so I’m being let go.

Mind you this is not the first time I’ve lost a job abruptly in the past couple months for reasons beyond my control. So I’m reliving that feeling of having to process my life being yoinked out from under me and it doesn’t feel like it will be the last time. I feel like any job I have from now on I’ll be on edge waiting to suddenly be dismissed. On the one hand at least I have no income to lose this time but on the other hand goddamn I can’t even keep an unpaid position. For two weeks.

I am able to stay until the end of the semester or until I find smth else whatever comes first. And I’d like that to happen sooner rather than later bc 1) I’m tired of not knowing what comes next for me and I already went thru the whole wondering what my placement/life will look like in the next couple weeks thing 2) I’m gonna be feeling a lot of resentment on the job in the meantime and 3) as a client I wouldn’t want to start at a new therapist who has to leave in 3 months tops. Idk if I’ll even be assigned clients now, which is in some ways a relief but also damn I was kinda vibing with the Therapist identity and I didn’t even get to try it on with one client. I didn’t get to find out if this is for me.

I even pictured myself staying at this practice after graduation, I like the culture, it’s walkable from my partners house where I want to move in, it could have been a picture perfect picket fence future. But bc of my former therapist’s success I have to suddenly restructure my entire present and future life situation Again. I didn’t care that she ghosted me until now, now that she’s receiving praise from everyone and their mother while I worry about if I’m ever going to find a stable job and afford to live after college.

I truly feel like I’m going to come out of this traumatized. Therapy shouldn’t be something you have to recover from. I would have never gone to her if I’d known it would have such huge tangible consequences for my literal career but I had no way of knowing. I even thought in the back of my mind, 2+ years ago when I first reached out to her, “I hope this doesn’t end up narrowing down one less place I can work in the future.” And not even two weeks in that’s exactly what’s happening.

Now I’m afraid to go to therapy Anywhere (even if my insurance situation allowed me to choose one), for fear of having one less place to work. What if my next therapist also works at what would otherwise be my only option as a workplace. My only feasible option rn is counseling services on campus but what if That ends up somehow being the only place I’m able to intern now or work in the future!! + u get 5 sessions and I feel like I would need that in order to process even just this situation alone.

But wait there’s more. The former therapist in question also teaches graduate courses at my school bc of course she does. I’ve been able to avoid her in that sense too, aside from one time I had to switch my schedule around, it hasn’t affected what classes I can take. I haven’t seen her on campus ever, I haven’t even seen her at work once, I haven’t seen her Anywhere since our last session like 6 or 7 months ago.

Until she walks into my class tonight to get enthusiastically greeted by my professor and talk abt her job while class was supposed to start 10 minutes ago and I’m already anxiously waiting to bring up my internship situation to my field liaison. Who’s 3 feet from me hugging the person who’s costing me my job.

She also wasn’t able to acknowledge me for confidentiality reasons so it’s not like she could say hi or see if I’m doing ok. But she had the audacity to fucking wink at me. Even if she somehow doesn’t know I’m losing my job bc of her, she does know she abandoned me as a client. So that came off kinda cruel to me.

I sat there fuming and wanting to cry and just trying not to look at her until she finally left. Seeing her in this context was harder than I would have thought. And it’s ironic how me being let go is framed as being “for my protection” as a former client but in that moment I wanted protection from her. I wouldn’t have had to feel that way if I had a stable job.

I feel like I need therapy rn in order to process the harm that’s happening to me as a result of having gone to that therapist. But I don’t get to go to therapy and I don’t get to be a therapist either. I don’t get to know what kind of social work I’m going to be practicing in a couple weeks or months or however long it takes for me to be fucking assigned whatever I get whether I like it or not. For the third time.

And now I’m back to having zero inkling as to what I’m going to do to afford being alive when I graduate again in 7 months. Whereas if I had either seen a different therapist or if they could have chosen literally anyone else to be a clinical supervisor, this could have maybe been my perfect fit and set me on a path to a more peaceful future.

I’m so tired and I feel hopeless and I don’t even have the privilege of just being fucking sad for a minute, I have to just keep going. Keep going at this job while I search for another, keep doing homework and juggling my 700 other responsibilities as if I’m not struggling just to hold myself together rn.

I hate my old therapist rn, and idk if I’ll feel that way once I’m not in actual emergency mode (if I ever have that privilege), but the idea of a client feeling this way bc of me as a therapist is heartbreaking and I hope it feels that way for her too. I now have an example of what I Don’t want to be as a therapist, if I get to be one.

I hope for her other clients’ sake and for my coworkers’ sake that I was an outlier and that she knows how to competently and ethically practice therapy and supervision. But at the same time I hope she’s just a mediocre lucky person who had enough privilege to fall into a successful position. Bc if I’m the only person who’s had this kind of experience w her then what did I do to deserve that. I was an easy client. When does something get to be easy for me.

Anyway. I have supervision tomorrow and have to struggle to decide how to address this with everyone while the school sends my resume out to hospitals and food hubs and anything but therapy. I get to grieve my job while I’m still there and act cheery with everyone who gets to stay there and pretend I’m not furious at this whole situation. As my partner put it whilst I cried on their shoulder, I Don’t Deserve This

[leyyvi]

Okay so I have a couple questions! You’ve moved before, and it’s my first time moving, but I was wondering how you know a place is right for you? (I’m asking bc you have experience, but also bc I think we’re in the same county)

Like I found an apartment home complex that seems beautiful, very naturey and on paper ideal for me and my parents. But the yelp reviews+ other sites say otherwise (ex: roaches (in unit), mice (outside), etc) which a part of me is 🤷🏻‍♀️ bc it has a lot of nature features like streams and trees and it kind of comes with the territory. And I honestly don’t know how seriously to take it? Since I’ve never apartment hunted before idk how much value this has, my current complex has shitty reviews (granted only like 5 reviews total) but I’ve had a fine experience since I’ve lived there my whole life, and to me those reviews are not necessarily accurate. There are a couple great reviews too, but idk how much weight they hold either. With the negative reviews, are these just the “small” batch of tenants that had a bad experience or is it worth taking into account? And every complex’s reviews always say “rent elsewhere”, “management sucks”, “they lie about XYZ”, there’s ALWAYS something negative about a place, and idk how much value it has

When I showed up unexpectedly to the new complex the maintenance guys were working and it was quiet (at noon-ish on a Tuesday), then I went with my mom a day or two later and same thing, appeared to be quiet with the maintenance guys working), then my parents went on a Sunday and simply said there were a few stray cats. When we toured the leasing lady also said she lives on site, which to me felt more promising that it wasn’t a complete shit hole. I also saw a guy walking his dog and he didn’t look like he was in hell so idk

Sorry for bombarding you but I’m like dying lol

Jesus Christ I’m so sorry, but like help pls I need guidance (I won’t hold you responsible, just need opinions/experience) thanks ✌️

HI HELLO I'M NOT SURE HOW HELPFUL I'LL BE BUT I'LL DO MY BEST :D

Honestly, I didn't even think to read reviews of the places I moved to. I kinda don't take reviews (especially of non-food things) too seriously because like you said it's kinda iffy on how much value there is on people just making vague complaints when it happens no matter where you are. For things like roaches/mice, I'd question where was their unit? Was it near the community trash room (if there is one) or an area where dumpsters are? Was it on the 1st or 2nd floor? There's more likely to be bugs hanging around if you're closer to those.

If there's stray cats, mice might not be a problem because those cats may even be hunting any mice in the area. I think you showing up to the new complex unexpectedly is such a good idea, you've gone multiple times and it seems promising. I think how you've handled apt hunting has been really good! My main things when I looked for places to move were things like:

Is it near a busy street? Is that street a popular route home for people working/going to school? How's the traffic in the area?

How accessible are things like grocery stores/restaurants? gas stations?

What kind of people are living in the same complex? Families? College kids? Older people/retirees? What about the area? Is it near a school?

You could also check neighborhood rating sites (I can't remember the one I used sry) to see the walkability/safety of the area too to get a better idea.

Also keep in mind if you have any specific amenities. For example I really value having my own parking spot, or at least a designated area for parking because the cities I've lived in had god awful parking. I also look for things like how close Asian grocery stores are since I get most of my food from those. Just specific stuff like that if you have preferences

If anything else comes to mind I'll add on but here's just a few points!! I hope it helps!! GOOD LUCK FRIEND!!

[teddybeartoji]

hi mickey!! i’ve been on an off adhd meds for about 4 years so i’ll tell you my experiences with the two i’ve been on ☺️

the first one i was ever on was adderall and the first day i took it i genuinely got the worst stomach ache of my life. had to leave school early it was sooooo bad. but that happened ONCE and then never again so it was all good. genuinely helped me focus, for the 2ish weeks i was on it i did really well in school which was abnormal to me. i was on the lowest dosage though and i felt like i became kind of immune to it very quick so they upped me to the next dose and i unfortunately cant remember how that went at all but i figure it didn’t do much for me bc i switched meds.

the med i’ve been on longer is vyvanse which i have a love hate relationship with…bc. well. it makes me genuinely sick, like it just completely gets rid of your appetite. the idea of food, smelling food, looking at it, eating it. just can’t do it. i either eat before it or when it first kicks in bc unfortunately if you don’t eat while you’re on it the effects are worse. like you have to fight through the sickness so you don’t feel sicker? it also makes me wayyyyy social, takes away so much of my anxiety and makes me feel happy. my therapist said it’s because adhd can manifest as anxiety often times so it’s counteracting that. i don’t have an active prescription but i had one last year so literally like 2 weeks ago i had to do a shit tone of homework and i took the rest of my pills over the course of the week. and i got soooooooooooo much more work done than i did all quarter so that was great.

the crash after is INSANE though. it’s not uncommon to feel like super sad when it wears off and i vividly remember crying in school at the end of the day once bc it was wearing off and i started having an existential crisis. the nap after also crazy like just totally knocked out for hours. and the focusing and happiness will be gone but the icky stomach feeling will linger until u eat.

that’s just my experience but i hope it helped a bit :)

HII RO<333333 THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH MEEE!!!!!! it's so good to hear genuine experiences bc they can just differ so so so much. i had never heard about vyvanse so i wrote that one down for myself.

it sucks that the side effects can vary so much........ like damn can the medication just be Medication instead of taking away one thing and replacing that with like three smaller things??????? pls. when i got my antidepressants my friend told me all about her first two weeks (we had the same meds with the same dosage). she was like yeah you definitely have to eat before you take them or you'll get super sick, you have to take them almost at the exact time every day or you'll get sick + she had like stomach aches and she felt like she was gonna throw up a lot so she was just constantly chewing gum for the first two weeks and that scared the fuck out of me. bc. that's a lot of things lmao like is it even worth it all of that???? but then i had absolutely none of that NONE OF IT. the only time i feel sick is when i forget to take them...... but it's still good to know how it is for other so i can atleast BE READY FOR IT.

ok but you don't take them daily though right? just when you know you're gonna be more busy? is that just because you don't feel like you have to take them daily or you don't want to? my friend kind of does the same but the thing is... i am literally unemployed rn and i don't have school or anything but i still feel like i can't focus on anything so i'd probably be taking them on a daily basis anyway.. and i'm just wondering whether that's a bad thing or not. maybe it just depends on how well they actually work and whether or not they give me any big side effects............ sighh it's so upsetting that you just have to Try Them. pay for the session buy the meds probably suffer for some time just as an experiment lmao i love it

it's really good to hear that it helps with your anxiety too btw!!! i didn't know that it could do that and this is just making me wanna try it out even more i'd love to Not Be Anxious. whew what a crazy thought.

but i am very very very scared of the appetite loss though bc well...... i struggle with that anyway i just kind of forget about it and it's such a big task so the thought of taking something that could possibly make that even worse.............. is scary lmao this was one of the things my psychiatrist warned me about too

oh and also the crash after it......................... MMMMMMMM yeah that's a bit scary too just considering i tend to go through every single feeling and emotion on a daily basis anyway thanks to my good old friend autism. SIGHHHHH WHY IS IT HARD BEING OFF MEDS AND WHY IS IT HARD BEING ON MEDS PLSSSS

oke i kinda yapped but genuinely THANK YOUUU FOR TELLING ME ABOUT UR EXPERIENCE!!!!! now i know what to expect a bit more!!!! i hope you're having a good good day<333 love u MWAHH

[momosbrainrots]

How would Sevika, Grayson and Vi react to their so crying because of an argument they had. Maybe some harsh words were used, they didn’t mean it of course they were just angry and didn’t think twice but those words hurt their so anyways.

This one was kinda hard but fun to do, tysm for your request!

you have a type huh? Good taste...

Sorry if Grayson's one is shorter, I did my research to portray her as best as I could but. Didn't know so much people liked her!

Tw: cussing, comfort and arguing.

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What does these three women have in common? Well, they may know how to maintain their appearance, they're tough and relentless. But when angry, they can get scary, and I can assure you that's the last thing you want to experience, and more if it's directed at you.

Good luck.

Vi:

Arguing with Vi can be frustrating. She can get very cocky, stubborn and will shout. She can get really defensive about her point and won't listen what you have to say because she is in the right.

You didn't expect that your concern for her would end in an argument. You just hated seeing her always covered in bruises and knuckles all bloodied, you knew why she did it and you understand, that's why you wanted to talk about it but you don't know when the conversation became so... hostile.

You tried to keep your cool, trying to end the argument, but everything you said and did was in vain. It was too much. So you let her scream hoping that she'll stop herself soon.

"Why do you care so much? You know? Why don't you just deal with your shitty life first and leave me alone?"

You stayed quiet, lip trembling and tears threatening to drop. Taking all her hurtful words, you weren't able to talk back without breaking down at that point...

No because the second she sees a tear roll down your face the realization of what she did and said hits her.

She made you cry. She fucking made you cry when you were just worried for her. Guilt consumes her mind and soul but quickly sets it aside to focus on you.

Now you're sniffling and quivering in front of her while she is unsure what to do. Her first instinct is to hold you in her arms, but what if you don't want her touch? That scares her.

Leaving her uneasiness behind, she embraces you, loose enough so you can let go, hoping you won't bc that'll break her in a million pieces.

To her surprise you stay right by her side, so she deepness the hug. Your tears now drying in her shirt while her hand lands gentle caresses from your back to your hair.

She'll hold your face repeating "I'm so sorry" while placing soft kisses around your face.

She didn't mean what she'd said, none of it, she got defensive for no reason and will always regret it but what she said is done and will take accountability for it.

Sevika:

Oh... If I'm honest, I wouldn't dare or be able to argue with her, I'll end up crying the moment she uses a mean tone at me.

She is always teasing and pushing your buttons so it's not rare to have a silly squabble.

But sometimes, something small can turn into a fight, usually because she's in a bad mood and you happen to be there so she ends up taking it out on you.

You wanted to spend some time with her, after all she's been to busy and hasn't been home for the past week. So you went to out to find her and hopefully bring her home to rest.

Looks like she had to clean up the mess someone made on the last mission and was in no mood for you. She got worked up and ended up bashing at you for being too clingy.

"I'm too clingy and annoying you say? Okay. Fine. Sorry about that."- you turn away, holding back anger tears, slamming the door behind her.

She knows de moment you're gone that she fucked up.

She'd wait a while to give you space. Also to calm herself down and think about what she had said. Later that night she would go home so she could talk it over with you more calmly.

When she opened the door there was no light in apartment except for the one that came from your room, she went towards it, a short distance from the door she heard sniffling, causing her to wince at that, mentally slapping herself for being the one at fault for it.

She knocked on the door before entering. You were in bed, with no intention of getting up to greet her. That made him swallow hard, Guilt growing in her chest the more she looked at you.

She slowly walks over to the edge of the side of the bed you're face is accommodated, crouches down, folding her arms at your side. He reaches out her hand to brush your hair away from your sticky face, revealing your puffy eyes and the trail of tears still visible. She sincerely apologizes before kissing your temple.

After that, you get out of bed and get on her lap, embracing her. Now you are both on the ground next to your bed. She’d gently rock you both back and forth until you calmed down.

She forgot how good holding you felt. You would talk about it later, there would be time now that she was home.

Grayson:

After you became a high rank enforcer and started working by her side, she was always afraid that you would get hurt in a mission in the under city. Not that she doubted your skills but she knew the dangers that entails.

But that day came, after a mission in which you were injured by an unexpected explosion, you found yourself sitting on the table treating your minor injuries.

Grayson was pacing around the living room. Trying to find some words that wouldn't upset you more than you already where. You watched her while wrapping the last bandage around your arm.

"I said I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I was distracted."

"Getting distracted could get you killed, look at what happened to you!"

"I'm fine! It's just a scratch, I can handle it, it's not that big of a deal!"

"It's not- You don't have any idea of how hard is to keep an eye on you, making sure you don't fuck up or die on me. This is dangerous, if you can't see that then you shouldn't waste your time."

At that your eyes widened surprised, she never raised her voice at you nor would ever say something like that.

Her emotions had gotten the best of her and had yelled at you because she was worried, because she loved you, catching you completely off guard

She was right, maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you weren't enough. But you hated being treated like a child. That was enough to break you down. You didn't realise when you felt a tear fall in your lap, and then another, and another.

She ends the discussion on the spot.

Would place her hands on your cheeks, replacing your hands by hers, holding your face closer. She’d use his thumbs to gently dry your tears.

She had never made you cry before, and she felt awful.

Will carry you to a comfy place, that way you two will be able to calm and acknowledge what went wrong. There you'll talk when you're ready to. Without letting your emotion get the worst of you

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! All your work is very appreciated and looked forward to everyday!!! What are some of the most unique fics or unique takes on a trope that you all have read?

Hi and thank you so much! This is a difficult one because by its very nature fan fiction isn’t often the most unique. But here are some fics I’ve enjoyed that I remember singularly, rather than within a sub genre or group of other stories...

Percy by Jackie Thomas (NR)

A hundred years later, Adam Young has passed away and Crowley is still trying to save the planet.

“Where do you think Adam’s gone?” Crowley asks Aziraphale. “I’ve been wondering.”

when all of the stars in the sky align by gallantrejoinder (G)

It was approximately three years after the apoca-wasn’t that Crowley fell into a baptismal font.

It was extremely uncool of him to do so, and years afterwards, he would deny that it had happened like that. All right, maybe he still had trouble with the whole owning four limbs thing after all the years of snakehood - still, that didn’t make him clumsy.

But the point remained. Crowley fell into a literal vat of holy water.

And survived.

Like He Hung the Stars in the Sky by asideofourown (T)

BREAKING: SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY IN DISARRAY AS NEWCOMER UPENDS DOZENS OF ACCEPTED THEORIES Up and coming British astrophysicist Dr. Anthony J. Crowley has rocked the science world this week with his research that proves many previously-accepted scientific theories about dark matter and the nature of our universe completely wrong. Dubbed the ‘Devil’s Theory,’ Crowley’s research has made the astrophysicist a star practically overnight, and one of the most sought-after scientists in the country.

“There’s so much you humans don’t understand about the universe, it’s not my fault that I do,” he said in a statement to BBC reporter Jane Smith. “Just you wait!”

[Crowley can't keep his mouth shut about the stars, and accidentally becomes a famous scientist. Based on this!]

All Of Me by Katzedecimal (T)

There was a customer in the shop, which was odd because the shop wasn’t open. Aziraphale sighed and put his book down. The shop had a mind of its own sometimes and it was always open for someone in trouble. He got up to put the kettle on then went to take a quick look at his visitor, to get an idea of what kind of trouble they were in.

As it turned out, rather a lot.

I’ve Loved You Forever by tenandi (M)

The tale of an involuntary time traveler and the ethereal love of his life.

Anthony Crowley first met the angel in 1976, yet Aziraphale first met Crowley in 4000 BC. Throughout their confusing six-thousand year history, one thing has become certain: there must be a reason that they keep finding each other, over and over again…

-

"I travel through time and end up in random places. Except they aren’t so terribly random. It’s always where you are.”

“Where I am?” the angel repeated.

“Like a tether,” Crowley said softly. “You’re my constant."

Mood Halo by WhooshWhooshTardisNoises (T)

Alternate Universe where angels have halos that glow to depict their emotions. Based off a Tumblr prompt.

“You’re an angel. I don’t think you can do the wrong thing!”

“Oh, oh thank you. It has been bothering me,” The halo turned a light shade of pink.

“What does pink mean?” Crowley asked with a smile and vague gesture to the ring of pure light above the being’s head. “Actually what do any of the shades mean? The Almighty created halos long after my fall.”

The angel’s eyes went wide. “Pink! for heavens sake why would it be pink!” A slight blush crept across his face, and the ring deepened in colour as he turned his head awkwardly to get a better look. “Well it’s umm... it’s none of your business find out for yourself why don’t you!”

The demon smiled at that. He was most certainly not hopelessly smitten with the principality already. “Sure thing angel, I just might.”

- Mod D

[huge-enthusiast]

MIRACULOUS FIC RECOMENDATIONS!! (Part 2)

You can find part 1 here.

The first one was really popular! So I decided to make a second part.

The rules are the same:

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don’t put the author’s tumblr is because they didn’t put it in the fic or/and I couldn’t find it.

The only thing that changes is that I would be putting the pairing in the description of the fic.

Without further ado...

Written in the Stars by Boogum (@botherkupo here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and Adrienette.

He was the god of destruction. She was a princess whose kingdom had been prophesied to fall. To save her people, she became his wife. To save him, she would have to do the impossible. The castle has secrets, the gods are watching, and time is running out.

Chapters: 37/37

TW for mild violence.

Arrange marriage, God AU. While I'm making this list, I still haven't finished the fic, but I had to recommend it because is THAT good. The way I gasped out loud while reading some of the plot twists. The worldbuilding is so good, and even if you aren't into AUs that deviate a lot from cannon like me, I 100% reccomend it.

Need a Lift? again by Boogum.

Pairing: DJWifi

Getting stranded on a foreign planet sucked. Luckily for Nino, his rival was willing to give him a lift home. Unluckily for Nino, she was beautiful and funny and he might just be in love with her.

Chapters: 1/1

Space Bounty Hunter AU! Really sweet and funny. If you are into flustered!Nino then this fic is for you.

hey, you by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

“Have you ever had a dream about someone that changes the way you think of them?”

or Adrien has a dream about Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

Okay so, peachcitt is one of my favorite ml writers. Everything that they write is sooo good y'all, and i'm already a sucker for adrienette, so I cannot recommend this fic (or any of theirs) enough.

double dare again by peachcitt (I told ya!)

Pairing: Ladrien (with lots of sided ladynoir)

“Don’t ever do that again,” Marinette says, maybe a little too emphatically, and Adrien looks at her, his expression quiet. His cheeks, Marinette notices, are a little red.

“But I wanted to save you,” he says.

or Ladybug and Adrien can't seem to stop running into each other. (whether that is on accident or on purpose is nobody's business but their own, of course).

Chapters: 30/30

This was a ladrien june fic! Every chapter corresponds to the day's prompts but it also continues a story. If that doesn't make you want to read it then I don't know what it will. I fear fanfic writers, they're insane.

(not) so much by therentyoupay (@therentyoupayfanfiction here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and adrienette

(The claws are sharp, but the host of Destruction—for all of his loudmouth chaos and lack of reserve—is paradoxically careful.)

Chapters: 1/1

In which Chat Noir pays a visit not long after Marinette has made a pretty difficult decision, and they accidentally make a routine.

Prompt: Marinette gives Chat a hickey. Adrien has a suspiciously similar looking hickey the next day at school...

Gotta be honest with y'all, I did not expect this fic to be as good as it is. The adrienette has everything a stablished!Marichat should have. Marinette conflicted with her feelings? Check. Adrien being a hot mess bc That's My Girlfriend But She Doesn't Know That? Check. Them being absolute idiots? Check. It's good!

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me The News (Your Lips Is The Only Cure I Could Use) by BreG21.

Pairing: Adrienette

Rainwater sloshed up from the pools they had made on the sidewalk and coated his jean pants with every step he took. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He sniffed away some of the water that dribbled down his matted head. "Yeah?"

He paused as if to consider his words while Adrien stared down at him, so lost. "You weren't wrong when you thought you knew. A part of you wanted it to be her, but it was too perfect, you let the illusion fool you because how would you get that lucky. But trust me, Adrien. You weren't wrong."

He wasn't wrong? What was he not wrong about?

You weren't wrong. You want it to be her.

And it finally clicked as a small gasp wisped past his lips. He wasn't wrong.

In which, Plagg falls ill, and with Fu gone and Ladybug being the guardian now, has to go find her civilian self-even with the knowledge that she might not like that-is shocked to realize that even with having the kwami that was supposed to embodied the very being of bad luck, Adrien could conclude the very opposite of what he had thought for so long.

He was so very lucky.

Chapters: 1/1

I screamed so hard while reading this fic. It's just one of those who gets the characters right. Do you like a good reveal? Go read this now.

Operation Mega Sleepover by InTheWild (@smellerbeee here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

When Alya and Nino drop out of their long awaited mega-sleepover at the last minute, it leaves Marinette and Adrien alone together for the night. An Adrinette one-shot with lots of fluff and sleepover shenanigans.

Chapters: 1/1

I just,,, I love adrienette fluff so much,,, I love them,,,

You, Me & A Little Bit Of The Future by joonapeach.

Pairing: this is a fortunate case of all lovesquare shenanigans™

Marinette expects some disaster on her first outing alone with Adrien.

She just doesn't expect that disaster to be her future self passing off a baby for her to take care of with Adrien.

(Alternatively... two idiots obliviously in love cooing over their daughter while acting like they have no idea whose kid this is.)

Chapters: 1/1

I think the description says anything that it needs to be said. It's really sweet and funny and I love how they just change their minds so quickly and get emo for literally nothing. Peak shakesperean dumbasery.

The entire Marry That Girl series by Miraculous_Max (Maximilian_Alexander).

Pairing: Adrienette

Let’s say Marinette has a special sketchbook. This sketchbook is filled with drawings of their future house, of Adrien as an adult in multiple occupational settings, of Marinette and Adrien’s wedding, and most importantly, their future children.

Let's say Adrien found this sketchbook.

Works: 8 (All are 1/1 chapters)

Just realized how this list exposes me as number 1 adrienette sucker... oh well. I love how Adrien doesn't feel weirded out by the intensity of Marinette's crush. He likes it! He's as weird and romantic as her! That's one of the reasons I love the lovesquare so much and it makes me happy to see that everyone is in the same boat with me.

Strenght by 11JJ11.

Pairing: Adrienette

Marinette knew she was much stronger than she looked thanks to being a hero. So when her class had an arm wrestling contest she knew that she could beat all of them with ease, but she wasn't expecting anyone else to come close.

Chapters: 1/1

Good ol' accidental reveal feat. the entire class shenanigans. I, once again, screamed for an adrienette fic. Who could've thought.

Super Fan by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

It was a good thing Alya was holding the phone and not her, because it would have slipped from her fingers and shattered. How had she not noticed? She had been there, and somehow she’d missed her crush looking at her like she was an angel sent from heaven.

Forget the perfume ad. This picture was going to be her new desktop.

(In which Marinette realizes that she and Adrien might both be obsessive fans.)

Chapters: 1/1

Canon divergent from after Gorizilla. They're so dumb. That's my opinion on this fic.

How to Kiss Your Crush in Five Minutes or Less also by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

He just needed to know if Ladybug needed Chat Noir. He didn't expect to learn just how much she wanted Adrien.

This would be the best five minutes of his life, if he didn't expect her to forget it.

Chapters: 1/1

CW for making out.

Set during Desperada. I promise there's a happy ending. Also Luka is there for some reason, felt really bad for him.

Laying Down the Rules: The Gabriel Agreste Clauses by LadyKae

Gen

Adrien leaves the manor on a dark and stormy night and seeks sanctuary at the only place he feels safe: The Home of the Dupain-Cheng Family. When Sabine learns why her dear boy is fleeing to her home in the middle of the night, she makes a personal visit to one Gabriel Agreste.

There's more rules in play, but not for Adrien and Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

This is just Sabine going to beat the fuck out of Gabriel and it's really satifying ngl

4am. by hannieks

Pairing: post-reveal lovesquare

In which Adrien has the cat tendency to wake up their owners at stupid o'clock, and Marinette just wants to sleep. Cuteness ensues.

Chapters: 1/1

Really short but really sweet. If you like Adrien acting like a cat then you would like this.

Can I Date You(r Character)? by midnightstarlightwrites (@midnightstarlightwrites here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

Adrien turned to her, something unreadable in his gaze. “Are you ok with this?” he asked.

And what a loaded question that was. Was she ok with it? Was she ok with the one guy she couldn’t seem to get over in real life kissing her in a game of Dungeons and Dragons? When she put it like that, it seemed a bit silly to get so worked up.

It was just a game...right?

She was ok with it, right?

“Sure,” she lied. “I’m ok with it.”

When Adrien's character falls in love with Marinette's, they decided to date in-game. What could go wrong?

Chapters: 7/?

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE. You want to scream??? Read this.

two idiots and a hamster by Boogum (again) and carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Pairing: Adrienette

How do you hide your superhero identity from your roommate? (spoiler alert: badly)

Chapters: 5/?

Once @anna-scribbles described this fic as "is literally the closest i’ve ever seen a fic come to matching the energy of canon", and I couldn't have described it better.

And that's all for now! Next time I will probably make an only DJWifi list since I've been treating them so dirty lol.

[literaticat]

you're the best. can i ask you why are responses to queries sooo slow? im and MG author and it seems forever to get a response...I would think that coming out of a pandemic editors would be hungry for new material.

I'm going to be as calm as I possibly can be because I know this is probably a sincerely meant question, and you may be new, and you haven't seen the year+ worth of discourse about agents and editors and what is happening in the pandemic within the book industry (and that despite lots of people "coming out of a pandemic", for us, these things are still very much ongoing!). A brief Pandemic Publishing history, from my perspective:

March 2020. We realize that the "pandemic" is officially happening. The Bologna Book Fair is cancelled, travel is cancelled, everyone has to work from home, it's confusing, schools are closed, nobody has child-care. We expect this to last a couple of weeks.

April 2020. It does NOT last "a couple of weeks." Now just for background -- publishing is already an extremely slow process with a lot of lead time - like, we are currently selling/acquiring books for 2023/24 publication. So that means that when all this hit, there were lots of projects in the pipeline already, things that were in various stages of progress and were delayed in Spring/early Summer 2020. They were delayed at that time bc of the combined factors of: the pandemic shutting down everyone's office, not to mention schools, libraries and bookstores, which meant no place to SELL books -- PLUS there are layoffs -- PLUS there are printing/shipping/supply chain issues meaning problematic to make or ship books -- NOT TO MENTION, people getting sick and dying all over NYC, which is where most of US publishing is headquartered.

Early Summer 2020. Shaken, but rallying, all editors and the entirety of publishing are now getting used to working from home. There is a huge learning curve here -- publishing is very much a "face-to-face meetings" and "paper trail" kind of industry and *nothing* about the office life was really set up for remote work. (Most publishers didn't even used to allow DocuSign for contracts, we had to send multiple hard copies all over the country before the pandemic!) -- People learned how to work zoom, and did meetings virtually. They quickly realized that electronic contracts and payments are a blessing.

Now, there are still problems -- like, editors having to work from tiny flats with their children crawling all over them, and designers having to be at the kitchen table instead of, like, a whole studio with the proper lighting and every kind of material available, and contracts people having no files at their fingertips -- but hey, everyone is muddling through.

Of course - bookstores and the like are still closed, and there are still big supply chain issues - and that's a HUGE problem for the actual publication part. But on the agent/editor side, we are all working on future books, so that work simply has to continue, or there won't be any books two years from now!

Summer/Fall 2020. Everyone is absolutely scrambling like mad to do all the work that didn't get done in Spring. There is now a backlog of projects in the pipeline, but OK. Everyone is feeling quite literally traumatized by the things that have gone on, but OK. Some people are still recovering from having gotten sick themselves, or are mourning family lost to the disease. But OK.

This time is as busy as I have ever seen it, for everyone - pretty much a non-stop whirlwind of work. (Both because of the things that didn't get done before AND the fact that nobody can travel or do anything else!) -- There is also, to be honest, a lot of crying. We all desperately need a vacation, and it shows.

Winter 2020/2021. Now mind you -- Aside from that very very rough few months at the beginning, which was just a very confusing time -- books WERE coming out, and WE WERE ALL WORKING, selling, acquiring, creating new books. All of our authors were ALSO working and creating new books. MORE, in fact, because a lot of them were at home for the first time in a long time! But remember -- there's already a backlog, right? So, ALL of these new projects have been slowed/delayed both because of the pandemic, and the backlog of already existing projects, creating a larger backlog of existing projects. At this point we are running on fumes.

Spring/Summer 2021. We are slowly coming out of pandemic pandemonium in personal lives. People are getting vaccinated. It's great. Some people might actually get to go on vacation! Amazing! But it's not actually "normal" yet in publishing-world, because again, there's still that backlog, and everyone is STILL working from home, which is ok, but honestly, still makes things slower for a number of reasons, and look, everyone is just exhausted, okay? It's been a lot.

So anyway that's, in a ginormous nutshell, why you might find that editors and agents are not quite as "hungry" as you might want us to be coming out of a pandemic. IDK. We are just people, my friend.

ETA: I realized that this explainer was JUST pertaining to burnout because of what was happening IN-OFFICE. Combine ALL of this with what was happening in the real world -- like, for example, the horrific brutality against George Floyd and others, and the subsequent intense social justice rallying in Summer 2020 and beyond -- climate disasters, like California being ON FIRE -- a lot of *spicy drama* in the book world -- and A GINORMOUS FLIPPING PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION... yeah omg. I think there could literally be a book about this, but I can't write it or read it tbh.

ETA x 2: (AND I didn't even touch on the fact that a huge problem for everyone I know was A LACK OF ABILITY TO READ during the worst of this! Which as you can imagine is a huge problem for somebody whose job involves READING BOOKS. I mean seriously there were MONTHS where I could not get through a single book, and I know for a fact I'm not alone. I'm JUST getting the ability back and I'm still scared.)

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Hello!

Could you do a scene where dream runs into his m!ex. They originally broke up bc dream wasn’t ready to come out, but after meeting again dream realises he still like the reader. It can be angst or fluff or whatever u chose :)

Please hydrate and take care of yourself <3

Thank you!!

-the new 🐝 anon who definitely got requesting down on the first try

I find the concept of ‘previous lovers who ended things and then fell back in love’ to be stupidly cute, anyways I hope you enjoy :] /g /pos

Summary: You agree to go out on a date with the one person you were hoping to avoid

Pairing: Dream X Reader

Pronouns: He/him

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Having been shunned and put down your whole life for being gay was something you were glad to be past. You had fought your whole life, celebrating who you were every chance you got. Maybe that’s why his words hurt you so much, maybe leaving wasn’t the best choice.

“I’m just not ready to come out yet.”

“I understand but have you thought about how I feel? I can’t hold your hand or kiss you in public, I can’t introduce you as my boyfriend to any of my friends. I’ve had to hide my whole life and now I’m stuck doing the same thing. I love you, I really do but this isn’t fair to me.”

“Well then maybe we should break up because things clearly aren’t working out.” The memory played over and over in your head. You hadn’t thought of the man in a while but seeing his face had brought the whole parade of thoughts marching back through.

“(Y/n)?” You physically recoiled as the man called out to you, the hope was that you could be in and out of the store without him seeing you but that clearly hadn’t worked.

“Dream, hey.” Turning to face the man you saw him smiling at you, a hopeful shimmer in his eyes.

“It’s been a while huh, thought you moved out of town?”

“I did, my job had me moved back here as part of a promotion though, so I stopped to pick up some groceries while I had the chance.” You motioned to your half-filled cart, there wasn’t much but enough to make a few decent meals.

“Where do you work, I know you were set on that one job.”

“I actually found something I like a lot better, it’s the perfect fit. If you don’t mind I’m actually kinda in a rush, I’ve gotta get moving.” You attempted to turn and walk away only for Dream to stop you.

“Let me take you out to eat sometime, please? I wanna apologize and make up for lost time, my treat.” You agreed, only to get him to leave you alone though, you had no intention of following through on his offer. He asked if you still had the same number to which you responded yes, rushing off before he could hold you any longer.

It was late when you actually got around to responding to his message, lying that your errands had kept you busy when you had actually been ignoring him. You didn’t hate Dream, you were kind of glad to see him again, you just couldn’t deal with the possibility of reliving prior events.

Saying no was never a strong suit of yours, especially when it was a cute guy asking you out. Dinner with Dream had gone better than you had expected, he was very polite and apologized for everything you had long forgotten about. He was very clear about how he still had some feelings for you but respected the fact that you didn’t quite feel the same.

“I don’t know if you really care about this, seeing as it’s been too long to really count for anything, but I came out to the public not that long ago. I’m not in the closet anymore and I understand why you enjoy it so much, it really is freeing.”

“I’m happy for you, it really is freeing.” Dream smiled at your smile, glad to see you enjoying yourself.

“So uh, not that I’m trying to ask you out or anything but, are you seeing anyone?”

“Actually no, I didn’t really have time to get to know anyone with how thrown into my work I was. I’m not sure if I really want to get to know anyone, I’m at a good point in my life, I have a new place, a great job, I’m enjoying every day. Dating someone just seems so, how do I put this, challenging?” Your sentences dragged on as you tried to find the right words to finish off your thoughts.

“I get it, dating can be a lot and it doesn’t always go right.” You and Dream continued chatting as you ate, reconnecting and filling in for all the missed years.

“Ya know, I didn’t think I’d actually enjoy going out with you this much, no offense or anything. I’m really glad I came though, it’s been nice to just chat with someone and forget life for a moment.”

“No offense taken, but hopefully we can do this again sometime soon, I’d love to go out with you again.”

“I wouldn’t mind that, you have my number.”

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[its-deputy-caleb]

I saw your post of the Lords reacting to there s /o getting killed by mother Miranda but wat if they puld a uno reverse and kill her 🤔

okay so slight warning on this one it’s a little graphic for violence as miranda dies and also for the sake of this HC miranda can be killed much easier bc i didn’t want to write too much for it! I’m not super happy with how it turned out since it’s kinda rushed so i apologise that it’s not my best but enjoy nonetheless. also if you want to know the context go and read the first HC for these, it’ll make more sense!

Alcina Dimitrescu

The event of your death had crushed the Lady Dimitrescu as she never quite returned to her normal self.

The quiet grieving was getting to her, eating at her heart as she missed you every single day.

She missed holding you in her arms, playing with you hair, going to dinner together and all the things that now make her feel nothing but sourness and empty on the inside.

One day she’s called to a meeting with Mother Miranda, an odd request ever since she remained in the castle walls.

However, Alcina accepts to meet Mother Miranda, having felt numb for a number of months now. The first thing she notices is that she’s alone, none of the other siblings are amongst the pews of the Church.

Something in her breaks and her long nails extend as she sees red in her vision. All the grief and pain she’s felt from losing you gets channeled as she picks up Miranda by the throat and cuts her with her razor sharp nails, watching the look of surprise on her face.

Alcina has a grin on her face as she watches Miranda’s eyes slowly get heavy, her gaze intense as she wants miranda to see all the pain she’s caused her.

When she finally lets go of Miranda she’s breathing heavily, flattening out her dress which is now stained in blood.

Killing Miranda didn’t make her pain go away though and mascara stains her pale face as she realises that you’re not coming back to her.

She crumbles to her knees and finally lets herself mourn for you outside of the Castle walls.

The pain of losing you never leaves her and no matter how many times she replays the death of Miranda in her head, no matter how many times she convinces herself that she avenged you her heart breaks further.

And so she returns to the confines of her castle where she continues to mourn for you, the one she loved dearly and will miss for eternity.

Donna Beneviento

Following Mother Miranda after witnessing your death i’d liked torture for Donna.

Each day her chest rings with an unbearable amount of pain and grief as she sits silently behind the woman that took you away.

When they’re at family meetings she’s zoned out, her head drifting back to the happy times with you and remembering how you used to hold her and take her on picnics with Angie.

Her thoughts are always broken when she realises that tears have welled in her eyes and she mustn’t cry in front of Mother Miranda.

One day she’s sitting on her balcony, holding a warm cup of tea in her hand as she watches the waterfall. It was one of your favourite things to do together, especially on early mornings like this one where the mist catches the light beautifully.

The warms of the cup and the business of the water make Donna feel like you’re still here, as if you’re keeping her hands warm instead of the porcelain cup. She finally allows her mind to rest for five minutes as she listens to the roll of water, oh how it mimicked your soothing voice.

In a cloud of black dust, Mother Miranda appears at her front gates and she instantly starts rambling about some new experiment.

Donna isn’t listening however, and she’s upset that Miranda- the woman that took away the only good thing in her gloomy world disturbed her only peaceful moment since your death.

Donna uses her Cadou to make Mother Miranda hallucinate all the pain and suffering she’s feeling, watching as Miranda clutches her head in pain, completely disoriented.

In an instant she summons Angie and through the doll she attacks Miranda in her weakened state.

It’s over in an instant, but it left her form shaking slightly as she longs for you to hold her like you used to.

On shaky legs, she slowly walks over to the little wooden bench she was sitting on and picks up the cup once more, this time Angie sitting next to her.

The cup is cold in her hands and tears roll down her face silently, still in complete shock as she feels the cold wind settle on her cheeks.

The atmosphere feels sour now and she no longer feels your presence or your warmth, the sun hidden behind clouds as the loneliness settles over her once more.

Salvatore Moreau

For his whole life, Salvatore has begged for the attentional and appraisal of Mother Miranda.

But now he doesn’t know what to think, apart of him is so betrayed and angry at her for taking you away but the other half of him, the part holding him back is so devoted to her that he’s never known life without unquestionable loyalty to Miranda.

These days he tears himself apart with it, never knowing what to do or where to think as he jumps between the two mindsets.

When you were with him, you slowly showed him a life beyond Mother Miranda, one that you could both have together if only he’d let you show him.

Now that dream is crushed, but it’s your voice that plays in his head. Your confident but soft voice guiding him to push Miranda away. And so he does.

He waits until everyone has left another one of the countless family meetings until it’s only him and Miranda.

He morphs into his monstrous state, using all the grief he feels from losing you to help him get through what is no doubt a difficult task to go through with.

It’s really the acid that he releases that causes the end of Miranda as he returns to his normal form, watching as she falls to the ground.

“I’m sorry…”

Salvatore is shocked that he even had to power to betray Miranda, knowing that apart of him was still very much devoted to her and her praise.

But nothing, no amount of false love or indoctrination could make Salvatore love anybody more than he loved you and now he’s lost both.

Still he mourns for you each day and each night, never quite knowing what to do with himself but he tries to stay strong for you and tells himself that even though you’re gone he still loves you.

Karl Heisenberg

Since the death of his beloved, Karl has worked non stop to get his army ready.

He’s neglected to take care of himself, barely sleeping or taking a break from building his army as he works tirelessly to kill the woman he’s hated his whole life.

He can’t see the point in taking care of himself, he never really did it to begin. Even more so now as he remembers how you used to take his hand and drag him away from work where you took care of him with home cooked meals and warm showers.

He knows, in some way that you’d be upset to see him like this and his own self depreciation makes him curl in on himself as he can’t do anything without you.

Finally after months of gruelling hard work, his army is finally ready all that he’s ever wanted to do and achieve is fuelled that much more since he lost you.

When Karl finally standing before Mother Miranda, hammer in hand, his body moves on autopilot. He doesn’t even register what he’s done until he pulls his hammer back and Miranda’s lifeless body falls to the floor.

As the adrenaline wears away an emptiness washes over him. That freedom that he wanted for so long always included you in it and now you’re gone.

You were both going to move away together, start a new life with each other and be free of the wrath of Miranda.

When he returns to the factory he packs up the very few belongings he owns, feeling the exhaustion kick in after days of no sleep and fighting.

He places all the photos you took together on a polaroid camera Karl restored for your birthday, wishing he could see your smile just one last time.

He throws in a few other things of yours and his clothes before he walks out of the factory gates, turning to look one last time.

He’d leave and find that new life that you both wanted, it would never feel quite the same without you in there but now there was nothing left in his factory but death and mourning.