#at this point i cant tell if my sense of humor is that bad or if ive genuinely started to like the look

[skeletalheartattack]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers

1. my friends - i don't know where i'd be without any of the people i've met in life. they've all changed me in ways that better myself as a person. anytime i can make them laugh or smile especially makes me genuinely happy.

2. creating art and maps - i don't make a whole lot of either these days, but there's a general kind of happiness i get in creating something. i'd love to get back into creating maps in Source again at some point. truthfully, i got a little nostalgic the other night looking back on some SFM renders i helped work on back in 2020. seeing them reminded me of how much i genuinely love posing characters in 3D, and it makes me sad that i don't do much of it since.

3. my ocs - Boe, Ruce, and Gelato are all fun characters for me to think about and write up details for. had been reminded of that fact while writing up details for Gelato recently. Boe, i feel like im always kinda stuck trying to figure out more of his lore details, but that's kind of symbolic to me in how i definitely feel his life feels very... stand-still-ish given he lives in limbo. some day, i'd love to finally figure out more details regarding his life.

4. zarbon from dbz - i feel kinda silly, including him on this list, but whenever i do catch myself feeling really lonely, thinking about him helps. it's definitely the reason why Gelato wears arm warmers for emotional support, even if in canon i don't imagine he'd even know who Zarbon is... maybe.

5. my memory - i wouldn't say i have photographic memory, but i tend to fascinate myself with how much stuff i'm able to remember from my life, early on and such. finding things and seeing they were atleast 80% accurate to what i remember continues to surprise me. i always hear about how your memories growing up aren't as accurate later on in life, but i constantly find myself remembering stuff pretty well. i'll get some details wrong, like confusing morning for night in a memory or two, but what's important to me is that i took note of it being dark. it's not something that makes me happy in a boastful kind of way... it's something that makes me happy in more fascination than anything else... if that makes sense.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you do a Crp x Reader who can't cook for shit but is really really trying? Like the food they serve looks good but tastes super bad

-From your local shit cook

Various crps x reader who cant cook

bro i made a cake for my birthday and its so good im becoming diabolical.. not really a cake person but this one turned out good!! cinnamon swirl cake w/ brown sugar cinnamon frosting my beloeved characters: laughing jack, ticci toby, slenderman, jeff the killer notes: reader is gn, they cant cook either, the only one who can semi cook is toby and slender but we dive into that in a minute cws: none

SLENDERMAN

the only reason he knows how to cook is through observing; be it watching you or watching others in the past... hes no expert but he seems to have more luck in the kitchen than you do

no need to worry about giving him something that tastes bad, he doesnt need to eat human food- assuming his body even accepts it- and i wouldnt be surprised if his perception of taste was a little different compared to human tastes

doesnt make you feel bad about your cooking, will keep an eye from the corner of the room to see what you could be messing up... perhaps you were messing up measurements, or using the wrong ingredients? sugar and salt is an infamous mix up, it wouldnt be surprising if there were other things that got mistaken for something else

assuming eating human food doesnt make him ill, he will humor you and eat whatever you give him.. its his way of showing support!

TICCI TOBY

can "cook" but in the sense that he knows how to microwave something and follow the instructions, or spice up a bowl of noodles or some other pre packaged goods

despite not being much better than you, he still finds it hard to conceal his face when he tastes something that... probably shouldnt taste like that... he may even instinctively say something out of surprise before backtracking- he may not have much of a filter but hes doing his best to protect your feelings

might force himself to eat through the rest of the portion, may even give some push back if you tell him he doesnt need to finish it if he doesnt like it

theres an effort but keeping his face neutral is hard

LAUGHING JACK

cant cook at all, probably the type to light water on fire and stand there in awe wondering just HOW he managed to pull that off... on top of that, he doesnt need to eat.. so he never really picked up on the skill

eats whatever you make him, not very phased by the flavors the dish may give him simply because this man has likely put everything in his mouth at least once at some point... so unless you make a new thing hes never come across before, hes not going to give much of a negative reaction

he might try to make you feel better by telling you that your cooking isnt the worst hes had, he used to steal food from homes he was lurking in as a joke... theres... definitely worse cooks than you out there

offers to be in the kitchen with you, though that will more than likely end in absolute chaos regardless of if what ends up being made is edible

JEFF THE KILLER

cant cook either, like toby he can only really microwave stuff and make the bare minimum to keep himself going... does not go out of his way to make things better

that being said hes not all that much of a picky eater so theres a good chance hes going to eat most of anything you put in front of him... so theres that! there are a few dishes hes rejected, though, whether verbally or physically (in the form of his body just... ejecting the food. whether in the form of vomit or simply dropping it before he has the chance to swallow.. depends on how bad your cooking is)

if its something you want to get better at he lightly offers to learn to cook with you, his tone comes off as him just saying it to get you to pipe down... but he doesnt fight back or leave when you commit to the idea and get him to join you in the kitchen

[yukipri]

hi i hate to be a bother but i love your fic but i cant get more than a dozen or so chapters in bc i keep getting horrible anxiety about how the "present" time is ready to explode and i cant read longfic if it ends badly, could you say if the "present" time has a good resolution? no pressure at all, if you dont want to do that ill just wait for the return to the "present" and get the spoilers from my friends reading it

Thanks for liking my fic! Even if you're only able to get through part of it ^ ^;

So, hmm. I'm going to do my best to answer your question. I hope you understand that I don't feel comfortable (or frankly, capable) of telling you how the fic ends, as we are very very far away from that still (plus, I'm writing the fic for a reason!).

I can say that I personally do not consider the present "ready to explode" in any way. It is, in my opinion, the calmest time that the clones have ever experienced in the short, 13 years of their existence. Sure there's a lot going on, but for the very first time, they are in control of their own fate, and mostly have the upper hand. Is Sidious still out there? Yes. But Sidious is just as confused as, well, Obi-Wan right now, and he is actively on the run, which is more than can be said of any point we've seen of him in canon. Are there other threats too? Of course, but again, for once the clones are able to choose how to act without hiding. If anything, it's post-explosion, the explosion being the Override.

Why do the clones feel so in control? Well, that has to do a lot with the actual mechanics and process of the Override, which we are piecing together in the past.

It's true that Obi-Wan is a bit alarmed and very confused because he doesn't know what's going on. But he'll be alright, because the clones are, again, very calm and in control, and he'll take his cues from them. One of his purposes in the present is to be the audience lens through which new developments are revealed, but most of these things are not new or alarming to the clones, and they are the ones this all primarily affects. Will the clones tell Obi-Wan everything immediately? Of course not. But again, one of the purposes of writing this story non-chronologically and going into the past is so that you, the reader, can understand what's going on, and when the clones choose to share something with Obi-Wan, know the full context of that. Either way, Obi-Wan is a side character and not the primary focus in this story!

While there will be developments and action in the present eventually, right now it's far more a time of reflection, at least for the clones. There is going to be a lot of coming to terms with the past, personal reflection on identity, culture, freedom, the Republic, and the future of their new home. There is going to be more exploration of their life, and lots of politics and what it means to run a people that is no longer under subjugation. There is going to be following up on stuff from the war. There is going to be a significant amount of angst. However, nothing will "explode" for a very, very long time—we don't yet have enough context for that.

In comparison, I consider much of the "past" to be lighter, because sure it covers the war which is dark, but it's also familiar to us via canon media, except there's now the undercurrent of knowledge of all these networks and safety measures that exist, as well as new tools that Jango is actively working on. So it's bad, but we know it's not as bad. There's also just a lot more humor, since everybody (especially Jango) is still figuring things out! In the present, we kinda see the polished version after they become pros ^ ^;

We should be returning to the present in a few chapters (no clue how long those chapters will take), but a fair warning that it will be written with the assumption that you have read all previous chapters. Skipping all of the past will probably mean that a lot of it won't make sense, and I'm sorry, but I won't apologize for that, nor will I explain it when it's explained in the fic! The past bits do exist for a reason! And not just the events, but the thought processes that the characters had in the past will affect their present.

Likewise, we won't just stay in the present once we're back; after a while, we'll return to the past again, and probably eventually jump back to the present, etc. That's just how this story works.

Again, I'd rather not comment too much on the actual ending but, I do not consider this story a tragedy. It's not as simple as a fix-it either, and there's plenty of angst along the way, but I don't think you need to worry about it being a horrible conclusion.

I hope this answers your question! And I hope I didn't spoil myself too badly. Everything above that is not yet written is subject to change, because I do not want to limit my writing to what I said in an ask response, but I think this is a decent idea of what to expect.

I'm not here to tell you how (or even if!) to read my story, but yeah, the past is essential, because the present would not exist without it.

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[stuckinapril]

hi! a post u reblogged keeps coming back to me, (the one that starts: "there really are some people who never take accountability for their actions ... and you cant change that.") and idk i just wonder how you can tell if that's actually the case or if the other person really -does- deserve to devalue you/some part of you (not speaking of you directly here, lol) and pushing back against them makes -you- the manipulative one....

i keep feeling like saying "i am __ (insert whtv, like being trans, or changing how i look) and you can't change that" is something i shouldnt do out of respect/not copying others but idk! u seem way wiser than me people wise, so that's why i ask lol

feel free to ignore this sorry, i usually hate rambling in people's inboxes and won't in the future, but my brain feels like it's on fire a little lol

Hey babe 💕 I understand where you’re coming from. I’m interpreting your words very loosely here, in the sense that by “devaluing a part of you” you just mean someone does deserve to call you out for shitty behavior. Obviously no one actually deserves to devalue you, which is an entirely different concept from calling you out. I’m pretty sure that’s what you meant, but it’s a distinction I felt is necessary anyway bc some wording in this post is giving me people pleaser haha—and I was totally there at several points, so I get the resistance to embracing this idea.

The answer to your question comes down to self-awareness. I’ve been a self-aware person my whole life—and a people-pleasing one at that. I’ve never really had a problem copping to my mistakes; in fact, I did that so excessively that I would even find myself being “the bigger person” in situations I had no business being the bigger person in. I’d literally be walking all over my own self and dignity just to appease somebody else. I guess I’m just a person who started from 0 and had to go up in terms of self-confidence lmao, so my root problem was that I had to stop myself from going “this person deserves to put me down/paint me as the bad person” in situations where I was not the bad person. Obviously if you’re someone who’s starting from 100% and has to go down to 50% to meet someone in the middle, you have the opposite issue to mine. You have too much pride to apologize, you really struggle to hold yourself accountable, you will cut people off rather than just hash things out. I was never that person.

You kind of need to be extremely honest w yourself to discern which one you are, bc I’ve seen people who suffer too much ego and yet hide themselves behind these saccharine affirmations (“I’m just not for everyone” “I’m misunderstood” “I’m just I’m just I’m just”) but it’s a bandaid on the actual problem, which is a problem within themselves they need to address. They can’t admit that they have an “ugly” flaw, so they cope by self-victimizing instead. Self-victimization can also be a form of sanitization (“I wasn’t cruel to this person; they’re just too sensitive and they don’t get my sense of humor”), which is yet another way of making something you did more “socially digestible” as opposed to coming to terms w it for what it is: genuinely shitty behavior. Luckily I don’t think I’ve ever had that flaw. Like I have an ego just like every other human being, but I’d say it takes me way less than other people to get over it and own up.

I don’t wanna paint myself as a saint btw bc my people pleasing isn’t all rooted in selflessness. Obviously it has its own selfish aspects. It can stem from insecurity, it can stem from an inferiority complex, it can stem from wanting desperately to belong, and it can even stem wanting control. For instance, believing you’re the problem in every situation gives you a false sense of control over it (“if I could just fix my behavior, this problem would be fixed too; if the other person is the problem, then I can’t fix this problem, bc it’s harder to control this person than it is to control myself. Therefore it’s easier for me to be the problem so this can be resolved faster”). I’ve had to face the uglier sides of me head on, but it’s okay!! It’s literally okay. It’s okay to quietly work through this stuff. It’s okay not to be born perfect. I know we’re living in an age of extreme sanitization rn, but I assure you it’s okay to learn to live no matter what anyone says. I dislike it when people make it seem like these visceral issues of theirs are all just a byproduct of positive aspects (“I’m just too selfless” “im just too kind!”), bc while that can be partially true, it’s usually not the entire story. And that’s okay. It becomes a problem when you don’t actively work to change for the better.

As for your second paragraph, I’m not sure what the point is? If someone is trans and someone else isn’t respecting that, they’re well within their right to assert it. This is a pretty different scenario from the one I was mentioning in that post. Hope this helps elucidate things a little bit x

[leorawright]

Ok Im very excited Ive been wanting to request again for months but I work the whole day on Fridays :') but im back to request another mashup cause things have changed since the last one!

i would like to request a TF2 mashup (preferably romantic) with any of the main mercs (might exclude pyro unless you want to make it platonic).

Some stuff about me:

Im a hetersexual cis woman who wants to be a freelance artist, either in illustration or in character design! Right now Im studying illustration and its really fun to learn new techniques! I do get insecure from time to time with my art, but Im very determined to learn what I can and just have fun making art

Personality wise, Im very stoic and serious-looking, keeping to myself most of the time, but once i get comfortable I cant stop talking, like sometimes I have to remind myself to tone it down a little heheh

Once I get into something like a tv show or other series, Im very focused on it and think about it non-stop. For example, Ive been into Seinfeld for almost a year now to the point where one afternoon I spent an hour planning what a Seinfeld video game would look like, yknow, because I could. Sometimes I think about not being as involved in my interests as much as I do, but at the same time thats what makes me happy and drives my creativity, yknow?

Ive also been developing some stories of my own! Im no writer myself, but I love creating storylines and developing them further, whether they're original concepts or based on tf2 or something

As for what Im looking for in a partner, I want someone who can make me laugh. I admire someone who can talk so openly to other people but still be gentle and comforting with me even though Im not a very extroverted person. I want someone who admires my creativity and can listen to me when Im saying something, whether its something serious or not. I want someone who can share in some of my interests, and even when he doesnt he can still appreciate my enthusiam and not say something along the lines of "you're still talking about this?", yknow? Whenever I feel at my worst, I want him to just whisper sweet nothings, without having to try to 'fix' my problems immediately, just letting me slowly feel my emotions and junk. Im pretty much rambling on at this point but basically i just need the bare minimum like opening the door for me to fall in love with someone heh

I have a bit more confidence after attending art school, and Im trying to socialize more, but its still a little draining sometimes, but its still worth it in the end I think!

Uhhhhhhhhhh idk what else to put, this is mostly the bare minimum but I hope you're doing well! Take care and have a good day!

I have the perfect person...

Demoman!

He has the strangest sense of humor but whenever he's able to make you laugh, he absolutely lights up

If you're having a bad day, you bet Demo will do everything in his power to comfort you, whether it's listening to you talk or just telling you terrible jokes until you feel better

Or if you're having one of those days where you just need to cry, Demo will lay beside you and whisper about whatever until you fall asleep

Whenever you talk about your interests, he pays as much attention as possible so you know he's interested

Also, he praises your art so much and loves watching you draw, he thinks it's mesmerizing

[solarswonderland]

pre-midlife crisis

genre: fluff

pairing: bf!sunghoon x gn!reader

wc: 0.5k

summary: a boring day

warnings: cursing, uno, attempted (cringe) humor

masterlist

“i’m telling you, there is no R, you lose.”

“are you kidding me? i’m sure you could add something!” sunghoon complained.

“i already added a belt, 5 earrings, a fanny pack, and an extra arm. what more do you want from me?” you deadpan at your boyfriend.

he sighed in defeat.

“i don’t like hangman anymore.”

“because you lose?” you asked him, stifling your laughter.

“shut up...” he mumbles, grabbing a slice of pizza.

“ok what about we play a different game, like…” you dug through your closet. “...scrabble?” 

“another word game? it's like you want me to be miserable!” sunghoon whined, stuffing his face into a pillow. 

“ok, ok…what about rock-paper-scissors?” you asked him, grabbing a cheeto from the bowl next to you.

“basic ass bitch.” he mumbled with his head still stuffed in the pillow. 

you threw a cheeto at him, “then you choose the game! don’t attack me cause youre bad at everything.” 

“bad at everything? wanna have a dance battle?” he raised his eyebrows in question, with a smirk on his face.

“i can barely walk straight, i am not dancing.”

“i can teach you.”

“so that i embarrass myself and you laugh at my misery? no, thank you.” you shudder.

“i swear i wont laugh. just let me teach you!” he said, dramatically falling at your feet.

you sighed. “alright then, but one wrong move and you're dead.” 

“no no- put your leg here then- NO not there- put it here then kick forward and dro- NO YOURE GOING TO KILL YOURSELF-”

you plopped on the floor and lay down, breathing rapidly.

“i suck at dancing.”

“you really fucking do..” he deadpans at you, earning a slap on his head.

“youre the one that decided future perfect was a good beginner’s song.” 

“...fair enough”

“so, now what?” you look at him from the floor. 

he dug into his backpack and pulled out a deck of cards. 

“what do you think about uno?” he asked.

“that never ends well...” you said hesitatingly.

“let's find out then…” he replied, shuffling the cards.

sunghoon places a colour change wild card.

“i change the colour to red!” he said.

you smiled.

“thank you, and sorry hoon.”

you placed a red +2 card.

sunghoon looked at you in defeat before placing a +4 card on top.

“hey you cant do that!” you complained.

“my game, my rules.” he said smugly.

“literally no one plays the game like that…”

“but i do!”

“it makes no sense! just pick two goddamn cards.” you said.

he huffed. “fine”

he picked up two cards.

you placed your last second card.

“uno!”

sunghoon looked at you as if you had just kidnapped his dog.

“+4???? ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK OUR RELATIONSHIP???” 

“no, im literally just better at this game than you are.”

“i give up.” he said, sulkingly throwing his cards in the air before lying on the floor, defeated.

just then, niki walked into the room.

“yo whats up with him?” he asked, pointing at sunghoon.

“hes going through a midlife crisis.” sunghoon’s head snapped up.

“its a PRE midlife crisis, thank you very much.”

© solarswonderland 2024

[hdhdkekjfjcnskjcncndmnf]

im seriously so damn mad

and for what??? like seriously why am i so mad

jeez i hate how i am sometimes

i mean yeah i get it it can be frustrating at times but why cant i do anything right

genuinely

calling it now, at some point people will leave me just because of my humor and because i just dont know how to control them

i wish therapy wouldve been helping with that but it aint i guess!! im not going to live with this

and im not going to live with the people i live now pushing religion onto me at all

no i dont follow your religion what are you going to do about it

oh youre mad that that i dont believe what you do and i should just because this thing has been internalized so bad with me that i cant get so damn anxious without it

no hun i dont need it to whatever, i can tell whats right and wrong without it being a religious belief because common sense its a thing actually

i have the choice to believe or not after all i am a singular individual, as you said it yourself and i should do what is better for me

im chosing myself instead of being this, weird ass image you made of me

im no girl either. im no woman either. i am my own person that you cant change, you say its for the better, i say i want to be myself

let me be who i am, with my beliefs, with my privacy, with my body without being shamed of it, with my shit emotions that i never grew out of because i had to stop making myself feel something to make you proud, now look at me

and you make yourself like this? as if im doing everything wrong instead of what you planned for my whole life? im sorry im not a damn coward like you and your mother was. im not you. im not her. im not whatever you see me because im sure its just yourself but not the way you like it

sorry that i love to get your insecurities out easily like that, its not my fault you tell me everything as if i wouldnt be able to use it against you

everything you say just adds up to how much of an hypocrite you are did you know that? hope you do inside your guts because one day youll regret having me ill make sure of that

im done with you and im done being some kind of fun house mirror that you think you have control of

and i know you know it

and you know im close to leave this place and never talk again

i dont and wont care and you know it

im probably just being stupid rn lmao

anyway im starving ← dumbass didnt eat for 2 days or more out of frustration bc exams ough

[arlecchno]

IM SO GLAD YOURE ALSO LOVING SUMMERS FIC IM LIKE ACTUALLY SO IN LOVE WITH IT (insert me going batshit insane) alsooo do look forward to more stupid banter in the middle of supposedly serious situations , they are the best and there are more . stan mcs little water creations tbh

bleh , honestly all my other writing works are old and i think pretty shitty at this point but i can link you to some if you really want (or i could write you a short story / drabble , i feel like thatd be less embarrassing on my part lmao , lmk if you want that) about my games though ... 1 2 3(WIP) the first two are well over a year old now , plus primarily unedited , so dont mind any possible grammar mistakes or generally terrible story flow (i swear ive gotten better since these 😰) and the third was also created last year (for a school project) , im slooowly chipping away at finishing the code haha ...

I ACTUALLY COMMENT ON MY OWN DOCS AS WELL !!! there arent much of them because .. well i havent wrote much outside of my private dms LOL

i also think it is insanely fun to comment on my own work

aand ive contacted my friends (aka my two and only true loves /p /hj) about the kinnie thing .. and one of them sent me this to fill out

youre not wrong actually haha , am i that easy to read ?

im an ambivert , i dont like seeking out social interaction irl unless its one of my close friends or im just that bored , but i do get really loud / energetic when i am comfortable (i think you can tell that by how much goddamn energy i put into these asks) but my "social battery" still drains relatively fast i cant handle people very well lmao honestly , my and cynos reasoning for making our terrible jokes align a bit , although most people (apart from my irl friends apparently ???) dont find me intimidating , my main motivation when i slip in puns is to get people to laugh at how terrible they are , because im well aware theyre pretty bad (or all my friends just have the same broken sense of humor i do) . but yeah , i guess now theres two people on my genshin kin list now why do i kin both of the artificial humans in the game -

lets play a game where we ask eachother random questions , so its easier to end things off lol , got a window in your room ? if so , rate the view it has !

- jellyfish

yes the summers fic is so good thank you very much for recommending me it 😖🫶

AND YOOO THOSE GAMES ARE CUTE HAHA i liked nel and akira!!! also impressive how you did 2/3 of them in scratch,, i've had very little experience with it from like a few years back when i took a computing class and damn was it hard as hell 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so kudos to you man

glad i'm not the only one who comments on my own fics on docs LMAO and like you said, it's insanely fun!!!

the way that you're technically all of the above in the bingo 😭😭😭 and that drawing is sooo pretty!£8483£!!£! is that you or an oc of yours? (either way i've been eyeing it ever since i started typing here, hehe)

sooo i basically predicted what you're like irl?

i think for the most part it's because i'm a bit similar to you in some sort of ways, i'm only ever close with my closest friends and can get tired by interacting with people sometimes 😞 but the downside is that everyone finds me scary HAHA 😭😭 my friends had told me a bunch of times on how intimidating i look, when i really just have a normal expression on my face... apparently they said i always look like i have murder on my mind 🚶‍♀️

you now have another addition to the kin list, congrats 🤗

GREAT GAME!!! i do have a window in my room but it doesn't really have a great view... i'm currently living in a shitty apartment for the time being and the only thing i see from the window of my room is my neighbour's unit from my apartment complex 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ so i'd probably give it a 3/10 T-T

now, a question for you! what's the most silliest thing that you currently own? (it can be a purchased item, a gift you got, etc)

hope you're having a great day jellyfish ^^

[ari-the-rockstar]

"notice how not having a sense of awareness isnt on this list? yes, i experience all three of those traits. no im not a fucking shitty person to random strangers thats just weird. theres this thing called SELF CONTROL that i actually have, ever heard of it? lacking empathy is not a bad thing. "the ability to understand and share the feelings of another", according to the definition. i lack the ability to understand the feelings of other people and i lack the ability to share feelings with someone cause im not a damn spiritual empath. thats not saying im an abusive monster. excessive admiration ooh boy. man wtf do u think im gonna do with that lmao yeah i really need excessive admiration to not want to fucking kill myself but that doesnt mean im gonna go GGRGGGGGG ABRK AKR VBAKRKKK BARKJ and act like a rabid dog if i dont have it. YES i have a sense of entitlement but again wtf am i gonna do with that BARK AT SOMEONE if they dont agree lmao??"

"cause i'm not a damn spiritual empath" nobody is??? low empathy is fine but it's the combination of self-absorbedness which makes it abusive. if you need excessive admiration to not want to kys then...that is a you problem, i'm so sorry<3 it makes sense! someone saying that people with your disorder are abusive is not excessively admiring you. however just because it hurts your feelings doesn't mean it isn't true.

"a, i never said ur abuse is illegitimate lmao what r u on. and yes it SHOULD be rebranded. you wanna know why? if you look up "npd recovery" you fucking get "hOw To ReCoVeR FrOm NaRc AbUsE!!!" and a bunch of shit about porn and how we're demons whos eyes turn black. you say youve done alot of work to overcome them but youre forgetting npd can BARELY recover themselves because of ppl shouting NARC ABUSE!!! everywhere. if you have bpd i realllllyyyyyy dont think u shld be commenting on npd babes im juuussttt saying!! ur not a doctor and npd and bpd dont share the same symptoms!! and literally who tf is using "i was abused too" as an excuse baby bc its not me. u dont see me doing it."

yes you DO say that it is illegitimate. saying narc abuse is not real is LITERALLY saying that my abuse is not real. because it was VERY stereotypical narc abuse. go to r/raisedbynarcissists <3 they will tell you alll about it.

okay but you do realize that narc abuse is a VERY serious problem and maybe you should not be always angry that there are support groups for victims instead of groups to support the people who perpetuate it??? like if you want to recover that's good, but there are a LOT of people who are hurting and if something is not for you just scroll. if you aren't abusive then it shouldn't make you feel bad?

bpd and npd are two cluster b disorders hunny, pwNPD seem to usually just whine about how the world is sooo mean to them rather than ACTUALLY try and recover. i see more about "npd is so sexy and hot" than "how to get better from npd." and fyi LOTS of people use the "i was abused too excuse," i said it earlier so u couldn't pull it on me.

"oh noooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 person wi-with bpd is joking about their traits !!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 person w-w-w-w-w-w-with npd is making coping jokes!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 o-o-o-oh no scary npd borderline monster isnt having panic attacks 🥺🥺 on their blog 🥺🥺🥺 every 30 seconds 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and is actually using humor to cope!!! wahahahahhahahwaahahhhh i cant handle people who cope differently than me 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you joking about your disorder means y-you cant have it!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺"

girl what. this is just embarrassing. there's a difference between coping and romanticizing. your WHOLE blog is romanticizing. at some point you gotta do some dirty work and get better.

yeah, you will feel like a shit a little bit. yeah, you will realize that you probably did or said some awful things. if you so badly want to see those "recovery" things then actually put in the work!! you just want to whine and whine forever.

"bb i dont know what ur on but ur objectively wrong and i wanted u to see lmfao. if u say something online it is public. it is PUBLIC. its not private its PUBLIC, i have the right to ss it and i hope u know that<3"

bestie idk where you're coming from but the ENTIRE idea of "npd is good and hot actually" is a very new take. like, 2-5 years old new. the idea of narcissism being ABUSIVE has been around since longer than u or i was alive. if you say something online it is public too <333 i never said anything about it? lmao i just found it funny you singled me out among everyone because you care soo much. cope harder <3

there is no fucking way 💀💀💀

okay lets just !!! ignore ALLLL of my other symptoms because im not abusive i dont have npd sorry guys npd diagnosis cancelled i dont have it anymore sorry guys because this one person on the internet said so

[fictionfixations]

YHS Taurtis [EP 54] Thoughts

I started watching YHS because I wanted to know what happened, and honestly my curiosity got the best of me but I did still know how dark it went.

Annnnnd then it turns out that, oh. There's more than just the warnings. I mean really, no matter how in-depth you get about how bad it gets, some things will still get someone off guard.

I just.. Guys original Taurtis.. It's awful. I didn't think this was how it would go. I mean I knew Grian would be pretending to be Taurtis because of Sam (how loud Sam gets when he yells when Grian says he isn't Taurtis is painful, kudos to any headphone users who didn't feel the pain)

but.. them meeting Original Taurtis and the poor guy not remembering anything besides the crash and doctors.. AND THEN SAM ACTING LIKE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO THAT IS AND STILL ACTING LIKE GRIANS TAURTIS WHEN THAT PERSON IN FRONT OF HIM IS TAURTIS

i cant. its awful. I think I would've preferred Taurtis dead then alive but with basically no memory. Sam's just manipulative as fuck and I hate this so much. Everything else? its 'okay'. I can handle it, I even have a dark sense of humor so some of this is funny.

Sam making Grian pretend to be Taurtis? Uncomfortable, but nothing I can't handle.

THIS? I'm afraid that this is my too much point.

I feel for Grian in this, I can't. It must be so awful seeing someone who he knows so well is Taurtis but can't say anything because he knows Sam will do something about it, and it won't be anything good.

When you know that the reason Taurtis doesn't even remember anything in the first place was because of Sam, and normally I wouldn't play the blame game, but doing THAT is so much worse.

Sam. The character was a little bit bearable before. A little bit annoying and stuff, but fine. And then this happens and it breaks my heart.

I want to cry.

I hate the fact that Sam's been basically using Taurtis' state instead of actually letting him know the truth, and just manipulating him into believing what he says because there's nothing else that tells him 'hey, that isn't true', and Grian can't say anything unless they're alone [or with people who can actually TELL who is who like Chan]

And Sam gets so fucking loud there's no wonder it was traumatizing. Fuck. I usually like watching Antagonist POV but on this one, not so much. I think it'd be more bearable from Grian's POV haha, my heart would shatter if it was Taurtis' because I just can't. He's just so oblivious rn.

I'm getting emotional. Why did no one talk about this part? Is it just me who gets hurt at this part?

[icantbelieveitsnotdeviantart]

I don’t have time to write this au with some wips backed up, so for your entertainment- harpy au Jaskier *animu edition* and the prologue-Witcher who found him in my previous post.

(He is from the Griffon Witcher School which the wiki assures me means he’s good at magic)

Griffon-Witcher has to leave Jaskier, so he’ll need a more permanent illusion while playing in the taverns. Jaskier is extremely dubious.

“Are you sure this little Witcher curse-thing works? Because I don’t think it’s working.”

“Sigh, I think it works, Jaskier”

“But are you SURE? I can’t feel a difference!”

“You know you’re wings won’t actually disappear, right?”

“....Witcher magic is useless!”

[fruggo]

Hi hi can I req Danny, Leon and Steve with a male s/o who's a real goofy guy? Cracks jokes during chases, just can't take things too seriously, laid back and chill guy who prioritizes having fun

absolutely, thanks for requesting!! :D this is cute haha. i hope you like it!

danny, leon, and steve with goofy m!s/o

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny would consider himself a pretty fun guy, though perhaps his idea of fun would not be the same as a normal person's. so i wouldn't take his word for it if i were you.

honestly? he thinks you're the shit. he genuinely likes your bad dad jokes great puns, will banter back and forth with you, and he might even give you the hatch instead of a mori. although he would love to have your picture, it can wait until the next trial. or the next if he still doesn't feel like it. who knows?

he likes that you're not too serious about everything. since danny is the entity's golden boy, he never has to worry about anything! he likes it here! and it's cool that someone else has a similar mindset about things. although he might have misunderstood "making the best of the situation and just being a goofy person" for "liking it here". you never really clarified which one it was, and why should he ask?

when danny finds out that you act basically the same way with all the killers, cracking jokes and laughing things off in chases, he gets all pouty. he thought he was special. well, looks like you're getting that mori now.

he still likes you though, and he gives you even more special attention now in the form of tunneling and camping! he means well <3 (no he doesn't he is a little bitch and a loser)

but then he hears stories from the other killers about you, and is pleased to find that you are significantly more fun with him, and, dare i say, flirty!

but he still wants to tunnel and camp you.

when you realize what he's doing, you don't get mad about it. what's the point? in fact you think it's really funny.

the first time danny proximity-camped you, you found it rewarding to just talk and talk and talk until he finally talked back. it took a while, but he did finally respond.

you would just say dumb shit, and then you would say more dumb shit, and then it got annoying and danny had to tell you to shut up. and then you would just dramatically whisper something like "okay, pissbaby."

and danny thought maybe he should be angry with you, but he just wasn't. he couldn't be mad at you, because even if he was, you wouldn't care. you weren't scared of him.

so when he finally left and you got unhooked, he tunneled you obviously. it makes sense, okay?

"wow, am i that handsome and gorgeous and attractive?" you monologued while smashing a pallet onto danny's head. "i'm really just so irresistible that you want to tunnel me? honestly, danny, i'm flattered. i'm touched."

danny couldn't remember since when you were on a first name basis, but he let it slide. just because maybe he thinks you are that handsome and gorgeous and attractive.

dude danny is kinda fucked up but like. he's funny. and charming. and he also let you take off his mask once, and so now you know he's also hot. he has a few things going for him as long as you ignore the part where he chases you with a knife.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon, our favorite rookie :D he's so cute!!! sorry im gushing i just cant resist i love him !!

and you love him too, so much. that's why you accidentally distract him during trials by goofing off and almost getting him killed

it's out of love. leon knows that. you don't really mean to.

while leon's doing a generator, you are probably somewhere nearby trying to find something even remotely interesting to do. and that might involve climbing a tree, then falling out of the tree. but it wasnt your fault! you swore the crows were attacking you, they didn't want you up in that tree because they knew you were just so cool up there and the Entity couldn't have somebody being better and hotter and funnier than itself so high in the sky.

leon could only smile and shake his head, inspecting you for the wounds you inevitably had. when you said you were fine, he was very skeptical, because your version of fine was never the same as his.

the killer knew where you were now because of your very loud "FUCK!" as the crows supposedly attacked you and forced you out of the tree, so you immediately put on your game face and got ready to command some attention.

leon said no, you were not in the right headspace to get chased. you only shrugged at him, slapped his ass, and ran towards the killer yelling, "HEY YOU WANNA HEAR AN AGGIE JOKE?"

leon was used to this by now, and he found it rather endearing. you were an enigma to him, really. how you could be so laid back about this whole murder-die-sacrifice thing was beyond him, but it was refreshing. he liked your enthusiasm.

since he had just come from raccoon city, he was still in his "i have to do the right thing and save everybody because it's my duty" kind of mood. you made sure to lighten up that burden and remind him that it's okay to chill sometimes, and he can't save everybody, especially not here. if you were in a particularly bad trial, you always made sure to get him to crack a smile.

likewise, leon wasn't always too jazzed about your "funny guy gets killed so the team can live" complex. he knew you didn't care, or at least you said you didn't, but he still hated that you constantly sacrificed yourself and acted like it was no big deal. to him, it was. he hated going back to the campfire alone and waiting forever for you to show up again; he cared about you and it hurt to see you sacrifice yourself so much even if he knew you would return.

leon didn't have a stick up his ass or anything--he had his fair share of humorous moments (i mean have you seen infinite darkness ashdjshdf that man just wants love and food). he just wants to save everybody, you included. it's frustrating to come to terms with the fact that he can't.

he loves it when he can hear you yelling at the killer mid-chase from afar, be it a pun or a swear or both. you've even influenced him to crack his own jokes while being chased sometimes--it comes out more often if he's being tunneled. if you ever happened to see him do it, you would wipe a fake tear from your face and start clapping. you were very proud of your rookie.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

the killers hated you and steve, and i mean like despised you

you were so chill. and for what???? why do you have chill???? nobody else has chill, what makes you think you deserve to have chill????

they could never make you angry and that made them super angry

you and steve would quip back and forth between chases, sometimes going so far as to pretend the killer is not there and talk about something like what kind of cheese you missed eating the most. let me tell you, that did not make the trickster happy.

he was a star!! a star, and here you two little shits were, ignoring him to talk about cheese. honestly, the audacity.

you and steve ran to the killer shack with the trickster on your heels, still talking about cheese. how the conversation had gone on this long was a mystery, and it continued to be a mystery while the two of you shared a chase in the shack.

steve was very happy to have found someone to share his sentiments with. everybody was so serious all the time, and while he was similar to leon with his altruistic streaks, he was slightly less responsible and occasionally enjoyed doing dumb stunts just for shits and giggles.

you can bet that whenever you are in a trial together, it's a competition to see who can hold the killer's attention longer. your teammates don't mind--all they have to do is complete gens, so their job is fairly easy. and it's always entertaining to catch sight of one of you sprinting with a new flashlight in your hand to go annoy the crap out of the killer.

there's no question that steve would die for you a hundred times over, and you would do the same for him. you didn't see it as a very big deal--you didn't see anything here as a very big deal. steve was the only important thing you had, really, and you cared for him a lot. saving him? kapeesh. no sweat.

scenario: steve is being chased, you throw yourself in front of him, the killer has noed, you are hooked, you give him a thumbs up as you die, he flips you off because why the fuck would you die for him what is wrong with you he's supposed to die for you and you know that?? why would you do that???? great, now steve gets to escape and it's all your fault.

you would simply smile. he was so cute sometimes.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Crack Shot

Prompt: hey! i'm a MASSIVE fan of your work, literally my favourite ao3 author ever!! i had this idea that i thought was cute, been watching bbc merlin for the first time and thought 'hey, au idea, merlin and arthur as police officers/detectives?' very b99 right? now i cant get it out of my head ! im a bit of a stan for romantic arthur/merlin, just cause their banter is UNREAL. so yeah, love to see that! (could be situations where they are undercover??)... love your work, no pressure obv! :) - idealisticallyhopeful

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Warnings: gunshot wound

Pairings: merthur

Word Count: 2632

“How’s that for your first stakeout?”

“There is so much I really want to say to you right now.”

“Ah, don’t worry,” Arthur says as they head back into the city, “I’m sure I’ll get an earful later.”

“Keep your eyes peeled,” he hears his father’s voice over the radio, “we’ve heard reports of activity in the area. Remember: suspects are to be treated as armed and dangerous.”

“Understood.”

He hears his father ring off and groans.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” he grumbles, mostly to himself, “and yet you still treat me like I’m going to the shops for the first time.”

“He’s looking out for you, Detective, that’s all,” one of the other cops mutters, “he is your father.”

“Yes, something he won’t stop reminding me.”

“Well, it’s not every day you go on a stakeout with the son of Uther Pendragon.” He fidgets a little in the car. “’S a big deal for most of us.”

Arthur glances across at him. He’s not a big man, not like some of the other cops, but he’s got a good record and his aim is nothing to laugh at. “What’d you say your name was?”

“Lancelot, sir.”

Arthur huffs. “Seems the department has a thing for names of legend, huh?”

“You would know that better than me, sir.”

“You can drop the ‘sir,’ Lancelot, no need for formality this far from the precinct.” And my father’s burning ears. 

“…Arthur, then.” Lancelot’s mouth quirks up. “Though you may have a point about the names. I think one of the new lab technicians is named Guinevere.”

It startles a proper laugh out of him. “Are you trying to set me up, Lancelot?”

“No, no, not at all, sir, just thought it was a funny coincidence—“

Arthur waves a hand. “I’m pulling your leg, Lancelot.”

“…I see.”

He tears his eyes away from the warehouse to punch the other officer good-naturedly. “How long have you been with us?”

“A year this Thursday.”

Arthur whistles lowly. “And they let you come on a stakeout? Took me three years before my father finally let the reins slip.”

“…well, you are his son, sir.”

Arthur snorts. “So he should be protective of me?”

“So he’d be even more worried if you weren’t doing exactly what you were supposed to.”

“You have got a sense of humor.”

“We all have to pass the time somehow, sir.”

“I told you—“

“Drop the ‘sir,’ yes, I know. Force of habit.”

“Yeah, well,” Arthur mutters darkly, “not a bad one to have when Uther Pendragon is your captain.”

He can tell Lancelot’s giving him a look. “Yes, sir.”

When the silence gets a little too oppressive, Arthur shifts, pulling his coat tighter around him and sitting up. “So, what did the brief say?”

Lancelot lets him change the subject—good man— “the ring we’ve been looking into has recently moved operations. We aren’t sure exactly why but the trail they’re leaving suggests a supply chain issue. The sudden construction at the docks has interrupted part of their distribution network and they’re seeking alternatives.”

Arthur blinks. “You…did you memorize the brief?”

“I’ve got a very good memory.”

“I’ll say.” He adjusts his position again. “Did they let you know why we think it’s here?”

“Something about an old chemical factory, I think. There are channels that run under the harbor, some sort of old emergency procedure if anything were ever to breach the factory walls.”

“Possible escape routes.”

“Or smuggling tunnels.”

“You said you’ve only been with us a year?”

“A year this Thursday.”

Arthur taps his fingers on the steering wheel. “You’ve got very good instincts for someone so green.”

“You can’t blame me for not having my sea legs yet.”

Another laugh as Arthur glances over to see Lancelot’s deadpan face. “You let us sit here for three hours in silence and you’ve had this sense of humor?”

“Most stakeouts don’t come with ‘how to’ manuals, at least not anymore.”

Arthur’s about to retort when he catches something out of the corner of his eye. In a flash, he’s lowering himself, peering out over the dashboard as Lancelot shrinks in his seat. Their eyes track a single car, black, mid-size, driving over the bridge toward the factory gates. 

“Plate,” Arthur hisses and he watches Lancelot scribble it down, “make and model?”

“Got it.” 

The car drives up to the massive gates. Something flickers as the window rolls down, a hand emerging from the interior darkness to flash something at the camera. After a long moment, the gates groan as they open, the car disappearing inside as they close again with a thud. 

“Well,” Lancelot says quietly, “don’t suppose we can just follow them, can we?”

“Not in the car.” Arthur glances around. 

The gates are massive, truly, and there’s no way they can attempt to get through them inconspicuously. The factory is on one of the larger harbor docks, making it inaccessible from the land except by that one driveway. They’d need a boat if they wanted to get in on the other side, and that would be more conspicuous than another car driving up. 

He squints at the low wall near the very side of the dock. 

“Lancelot,” he says, pointing, “do you have the binoculars?”

“Yes, here.”

“Thank you.”

He peers closer. “Is it my imagination, or is there a door in the side of the wall there?”

Lancelot takes them, looking closer. “Looks like it.”

Arthur starts to pull on his coat. 

“Wait, where are you going?”

Arthur opens the car door, shrugging into his coat and making sure everything is where it’s supposed to be. “Going to have a quick look.”

“This is a stakeout,” Lancelot hisses, “not an investigation! We don’t have probable cause, we’ve got nothing!”

“You are new.”

“New and very aware of how often police abuse their power, sir.”

Arthur concedes with a nod. “Look, this old factory is city property. So are the docks. We’re allowed to walk up to the building, just not go inside it. Let’s just go verify that it is a door and then we'll come right back to the car, deal?”

Lancelot glares with the force of someone far older than them both. “I’m holding you to that, sir.”

“Technically I’m the one in charge.”

“I know.” Lancelot gets out of the car. “So we’ll just look at the door and come right back.”

“Why is it that I always get stuck with the smart-arse ones?”

“What was that, sir?”

“Nothing.” Arthur glares at him. “Are you saying the ‘sir’ on purpose now?”

Lancelot grins. “Perhaps, sir.”

Arthur just gives him a look s they skulk along the side of the docks. The cool night air turns frigid along the water, the waves kicking up bits of spray. Arthur pulls his coat tighter around him as they duck behind old concrete pillars and loading equipment. He keeps one eye on the factory gates and the other on their target. 

Finally, they duck behind a chainlink fence and slump against the wall. 

“That,” he pants through gritted teeth, “was much further away than I expected it to be.”

“Look,” Lancelot points, “a door.”

Arthur looks. “So it is.”

A very simple door, one that would lead right into the heart of the factory’s loading dock. The sign on it reads ‘Secured under City Order 9163.’

“9163,” he mutters to Lancelot who jots it down, “let’s look that up when we get back to the precinct.”

“We could also look it up in the car.”

“Alright, alright, we’ll go back, just…give me a moment?”

Lancelot turns to him, concerned. “Are you hurt?”

Arthur nods to the water. “Just not as used to the chill as I used to be.”

“I understand.”

They rest there against the wall for a moment longer before Arthur rallies himself. “Alright. Same as before, yeah?”

Only this time, they only make it halfway across. 

“Hey! Who are you?”

“Shit,” Arthur mutters, holding out an arm to pin Lancelot behind the pillar, “stay quiet.”

The flashlight sweeps like a death sentence across the empty shipyard. Arthur grits his teeth, hoping that it’ll sweep right over them, turn off, and go back inside. 

“What’re you yelling about?”

“I saw someone.”

“Out here?”

“Over there. Two people. Came from around the side.”

“Shit. Spread out! Find them!”

He hears the crunch of footsteps and risks a glance around the pillar’s side. There are three flashlights now, each going in a different direction. Thankfully, the one who spotted them didn’t seem to notice where they went. 

“What’s the plan,” Lancelot hisses, “do we stay here?”

Arthur looks toward the abandoned garage where they stashed the car. He nods toward it. “They haven’t spotted the car yet. If we can make it to the garage, we can hunker down and wait it out.”

Lancelot nods. 

“On my signal.”

It’s become a deadly game of hide and seek. They creep around the old crane and slip behind a stack of shipping crates. Every now and then, a flashlight beam will peek over at them and Arthur’s breath will catch in his throat.

Eventually, they make it to the base of the garage. That’s the good news. 

The bad news is that the ramp they need to take up to the car has absolutely no cover. 

Arthur mutters a curse and draws his gun. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Make for the car,” Arthur hisses, eyes on the beams, “I’ll give you a distraction.”

“I can’t let you do that—“

“I told you,” Arthur says, looking at him with a grin, “I’m the one that gives the orders out here.”

Without waiting for Lancelot to answer, he starts to move. 

“Pick me up at the corner near the gas station.”

He hears Lancelot duck back into their hiding space as he slowly makes his way to the other side of the garage. When he sees the flash of Lancelot’s watch, he kicks over an old set of paint cans. 

“What was that?”

“Over there!”

Arthur sees Lancelot dashing up the ramp and grins, turning on his heel and making for the edge of the factory. He jumps over old crates. He swerves around a concrete pillar. He hears the sound of them getting closer. 

A bullet whizzes past his ear. 

“Shit.” Armed and dangerous, right. “Alright, fine.”

He ducks quickly behind the shell of a car and pulls his gun, watching the flashlights get closer and closer. 

“Where’d they go?”

“Fan out!”

He glances behind him. Too far to run with them so close. Another shot hits the car and he stumbles back. 

“There!”

He aims for the shooter’s shoulder and they duck behind a car just in time. 

“Shit, they’re armed too!”

The flashlights disappear behind cover and he takes a chance. 

“There they go!”

“Don’t lose him!”

Just before he ducks around the last pillar, he looks back and fires. A yelp as he hits his target and he sprints for the gas station. 

Lancelot’s waiting, thank god, and he gets into the car and they peel away. 

He doesn’t quite whoop with joy, Uther’s trained that out of him, but he does laugh in a way that makes Lancelot look over at him with concern. 

“How’s that for your first stakeout?”

“There is so much I really want to say to you right now.”

“Ah, don’t worry,” Arthur says as they head back into the city, “I’m sure I’ll get an earful later.”

---------

Arthur walks up the steps to his door and takes a deep breath. He fidgets with the cuffs of his jacket and swallows. He carefully opens the door and takes his shoes off before walking tentatively toward the kitchen. 

Someone’s already there, rummaging in the cupboards. Shit. 

Well, better now than never. 

“Hey,” he says warily, “uh, how was your day?”

Merlin turns to glare at him. “How was my day? You shot me, that’s how my day was!”

Arthur winces. “I didn’t know it was you!”

“That was supposed to be a stakeout, Arthur. Stake. Out. You were not supposed to leave the car, you absolute clot pole, you were not supposed to get caught!”

“You weren’t supposed to be there! You said that you were only called in for—“

“I was called in, what was I supposed to do, say ‘no, actually, my partner is supposed to stake out tonight, can’t have him seeing me?’” Merlin glares harder. “That would’ve gone over just swimmingly, would it?”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a—“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Arthur Pendragon.”

Arthur raises his hands, edging into the kitchen. “Can I help?”

“I’d say you’ve done enough, but…” Merlin gestures at the bloody bandages from his first few attempts. “This is your mess after all.”

Arthur quickly shucks his jacket and washes his hands, coming over to carefully take the antiseptic and tuck his arm behind Merlin’s shoulder. 

“This will sting,” he warns softly, dabbing at the wound, “but it looks like it’s a graze.”

“I guess I should be thankful it was you that shot me, not Lancelot.”

“Oh, so you heard about him too?”

“The lieutenant wouldn’t stop bragging about him, of course, I heard.”

“Gwaine brags about everyone.”

Merlin snorts. “‘Cept you.”

“Oi!” Arthur pokes him gently in the side. “You’re lucky you’re injured right now, or I’d—“

“What?” Merlin smiles as he raises a challenging eyebrow. “You’d what?”

Arthur struggles for words for a few moments before angrily turning back to his work. He can hear Merlin snickering. “Shut up.”

“Or what, you’ll make me?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Ooh, how scary.”

Arthur’s retort sticks in his mouth as he finally sees the wound. He was right, it’s mostly a graze, but the streak of angry red against Merlin’s skin twists deep in his chest. He runs a thumb tenderly just under it, wiping away the last of the blood. 

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” he murmurs, the atmosphere closing in on them to create a bubble of intimacy, “especially when it’s my fault.”

“Hey,” Merlin says, gently lifting his chin, “it’s alright. You said you didn’t know it was me and it’s not even that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“You don’t exactly build up an immunity to getting shot, you know.” He looks pointedly at him. “Not even you.”

“What can I say, I’m just magic like that.”

Arthur can’t laugh, not when his hands are still too close to Merlin’s open wound. He bandages it with the utmost care, not too tight, not too loose, each movement a soft apology. Merlin lets him with the same fond smile on his face that he’s known to wear every time Arthur gets like this. 

“It’s not for much longer,” he says softly, “I’ll be back at the precinct before you know it.”

“I know.”

“And if you say I can’t handle it again—“

“I won’t.”

“Arthur,” Merlin says in that voice he knows Arthur is weak for and that’s not fair, “I’m alright.”

He glances up for a moment just to see Merlin’s face. “I know.”

The kitchen is warm and quiet. 

When he’s all done, he presses a kiss to the top of Merlin’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I shot you.”

“Mm.”

He looks up at Merlin with his puppy dog eyes. “Forgive me?”

Merlin rolls his eyes and cuffs him gently upside the head. “Prat.”

“I said sorry!”

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter one rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Masterlist and Series Masterlist

“Married?” You squeaked as your eyes grazed over the words on the card a hundred times without retaining any of the information. As you momentarily forgot how to even read, you had to rely on the words coming out of Andy’s mouth.

“Yes, uh, married.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Dani and I are getting married over the summer.”

The awkward silence filled the air, suffocating the three of you, but you didn’t care. You were still staring at that damn card. That damn card that said your ex boyfriend was getting married to another girl.

“Married.” You repeated, at a loss for words.

“You said that already, dumbass.” Venom chimed in, telepathically. You rolled your eyes and kicked the bench, signaling to her to quiet down.

“Yeah.” He said again. “I know we’re young, but I’m sure about her. She’s the love of my life.”

“Wow. Good for you.” You faked a smile as you stared at the invitation. “It’s Uh, it’s a lot to take in.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to tell you in person. I figured it would be better than you randomly getting the card in the mail and finding out that way.” Andy explained.

“Our hero.” Venom snarled, so you pinched your leg to send her the message to be quiet.

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’m glad you told me.” You lied as your eyes finally processed something on the card.

“You’re getting married on August 10?” You asked, finally tearing your eyes away from the invitation to look at him. He looked good, you had to admit. His curly brown hair was cut shorter than usual and he was still wearing his police uniform.

“Bright and early. I chose that day because-“

“Because it’s your parents anniversary. I know.” You cut him off, a little sharply.

“I’m sorry if this is awkward.” He frowned. “I understand if you��re too hurt to come.”

“It’s fine. We were together and now we’re not. Besides, I’m really happy for you and Dani. She really helped me get back on my feet when Venom and I first bonded. I like her. And if you want to marry her on that day, then go ahead.” You said, and you meant it. You did like Dani. You’d like her more if she wasnt dating the love of your life, but hey, nobody’s perfect.

“You’re lying. We want him back. He looks so juicy and delicious.” Venom said. You choked on your saliva for a moment at her words and Andy was quick to pat your back.

“You alright?” He asked. You nodded and made a mental note to have a domestic conversation about boundaries with Venom when you got home.

“I’m fine. And anyways, I’ve uh, I’ve moved on.” You lied, adverting your eyes so he wouldn’t catch on.

“What? No we haven’t?” Venom didn’t grasp the social cue.

“You have?” Andy asked, seemingly taken aback.

“No! We love you!” Venom growled in your head.

“Yep. I’m in a deeply committed and loving relationship.” You nodded as you looked anywhere but at him. It wasn’t a total lie. You were technically in a relationship with Venom, though be it a host/parasite kinda deal.

“What’s he like?” Andy wondered, looking pissed off all the sudden.

“They’re great. They’re, uh…tall. Super, super tall.” You began to describe Venom. So far, it was all true. Venom was 7’6 in her final form.

“They’re black, like yourself, and they’ve got this big, beautiful smile.” You could feel yourself cringing internally as you painted the picture for him.

“You think our smile is beautiful?” Venom teased you.

“And they just always have my back. They’re my ride or die, you know? If I didn’t have them, I’d be dead. Literally.” You finished. Also true. If you and Venom ever got separated, you would both die. Andy was looking off into the distance, sucking his teeth before nodding again.

“That’s nice.” He said, but his tone didn’t sound like he thought it was nice.

“I’d literally die.” You repeated to fill the awkward silence.

“I get it.” He deadpanned.

“Like, I’d freaking perish.”

“Alright.” He held up his hands and you stopped.

“So, do you think you can come?” He brought the conversation back to him, something he was good at.

Of course you could come. What else would you be doing? But you were just getting back on my feet after losing your job and a wedding might be too much too soon. You were at rock bottom before you found Venom. Well, before you found each other. That was nearly a year ago, but that day came back in flashes every now and then...

“You’re seriously breaking up with me? Over a job?” You asked as you followed Andy out of the police station. You were under the impression that he had just been fired because of the files you took from his computer. Classified files on local businessman Carlton Drake and the people he had killed with his experiments, of course.

“Yeah, I am.” He snapped. “I’m done with you.”

“Can’t we talk about this?” You pleaded as you followed him down the street.

“Okay.” He stopped, looking angry. “Do you want to talk about how you embarrassed me in front of my precinct? I just got yelled at in front of my all my coworkers because of you and your greed. You used me for your stupid show.”

“I wasn’t being greedy.” You insisted, ignoring that he called your job stupid. “You had the information on Carlton Drake and I needed it to make an accusation. He’s killing people! He’s a bad guy, Andy. And I write about and report bad men. That’s my job. I didn’t know that looking at your files would get you fired.”

Andy put his hands on his hips and looked around, suddenly sheepish.

“I wasn’t fired.” He mumbled.

“What?” You switched from upset to confused. “Then why are you angry?”

“I was demoted to traffic duty for two weeks because of you.” He pointed an angry finger at you and you almost laughed.

“I’m sorry, wait.” You compared yourself. “You’re breaking up with me after two years together because I got you demoted to traffic duty? Are you serious?”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to wear that orange vest? It’s humiliating.” Andy shouted and you covered your mouth to keep from laughing. “Everyone in the neighborhood knows me and now they’re gonna know I’m on traffic duty.”

“People know you?” Your eyes widened at how dense he was being. “Andy, I’m a local celebrity. I had a whole show on YouTube that I was just fired from. Actually fired. You’re just a police officer who was demoted.”

“To traffic duty.” He repeated, as if it was suddenly worse.

“I know!” You snapped before calming down. “Are we really over? Just because of one mistake?”

“You used me.” He shrugged. “I can’t trust you.”

You stared at him as he walked over to you, never breaking eye contact as he took his key off your key ring.

“We’re over.” He hissed before turning around and walking away.

“Y/N?” Andy waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of it.

“Oh, right sorry. Um…” You trailed off as you mulled it over. You were happy for him, but you weren’t ready to see him marry someone else. That was gonna be you guys. Of course you wanted to be at his wedding, but you wanted to be the bride.

“Actually, I cant.” You blurted, quickly thinking of a lie. “The Daily Bugle called me and offered me a job in New York. They want me to cover a story on some serial killer. I was gonna move there part time until the story is done. I’m leaving in a few weeks.”

It was partially true. The Daily Bugle did reach out to ask you to write the story, but you had planned to write it at home. News of Andy’s impending marriage was enough to drive you out of the state.

“Oh really?” Andy raised an eyebrow. “Wow.”

He was never one to celebrate you, even when you were together, but his reaction seemed different now. He almost seemed surprised that you were still successful without him.

“Yea. I just finalized everything this morning.” You lied again as you wondered how you’d get a NYC apartment on such short notice. “But hey, maybe I’ll finish early and make it back in time for your big day. I mean, it’s only April. I have lots of time. How many people could this guy possible kill until August?” You joked, but Andy didn’t laugh. He never really got your sense of humor.

“That’s great Y/N.” He nodded, not much enthusiasm behind it. “Things are really turning around for you. I can’t believe you found a job and a boyfriend. I didn’t think it would happen.”

You narrowed your eyes at his condescending comment but decided to brush it off.

“Well, it did. I’m on to bigger and better things.” You cut into him a little as you stood up. “I better go. I told my partner I’d meet them for lunch. Bye!”

“Bye!” Andy called after you, still in a funk from what you told him.

You practically ran home and slid down your door once you got inside.

“Holy shit. I’m such a liar.” You grimaced and covered my face with my hands. Venom manifested herself in her snake-like form and looked at you.

“You’re not a liar if we move to New York and start dating.” She said, making you laugh.

“You have a point. In that case, will you be my girlfriend, Miss Venom?” You asked sarcastically and Venom grinned.

“You’re not really my type, but I’m willing to settle.” Venom matched your sarcasm.

“Then let’s make moving plans, baby.” You sighed. “We’re going to New York.”

[probably-haven]

after binge reading i have come to a new revelation: I’m not a fan of most Xiaoven fanfics

Don’t get me wrong, I love the ship and its one of my favorite to think about.... but most of the fanfiction for the ship just- doesn’t sit right with me for a number of reasons. 

Disclaimer: these are personal opinions from my own taste and are in no way an attack against any authors out there, because frankly fanfic authors are great and not like i could do better lol. As these are personal opinions, I acknowledge here and now that a number of people disagree and that they are under no obligation to change their opinions in any way as it is not and never will be my intention to tell others what they should be thinking That said- read at your own risk if you want- meh, anyway-

time to share some opinions that have been on my mind lately

The biggest reason.... is how they handle Xiao. And I don’t even mean mischaracterization because Xiao is such a complex and yet simultaneously simple character that as long as you’re somewhere in the range of “Xiao vibes” it’s really hard to write him out of character because of his complexities. What I mean is something that i actually completely agree with as being accurate to his character. In nearly every single fanfic I’ve seen, there is some element of idolization that Xiao has for Venti, or for the sake of reference, Barbatos. He tends to think himself beneath Barbatos and/or indebted to him, whether that be because he’s an archon, because he saved him, or simply because of Xiao’s tendency to dehumanize(yes i see the irony in that word usage) himself.  This by itself isn’t an issue but its often how this trait of his is treated.

Imma just list a few ways I’ve seen this be handled within Xiaoven fics. - It isn’t handled, it’s just there and accepted as a part of who he is in the story - It isn’t handled but his trait is treated as source of humor within the story - Venti(and others) roll with it (finding humor in it, just cant change it, encouraging it, making jokes about it, etc.) - Venti takes advantage of it(whether accidentally or purposely) - it’s actually addressed(by Venti or someone else or the narration- can go a number of ways, but just- even a brief reference to the fact that its not a good mindset fits in here) - savior!Venti(Where venti disagrees with it but the way it’s written gives off “god among mortals” vibes- like he’s just being humble and truly is above him in reality) - its the focus of the story  - not directly addressed but shown to be destructive.  - they chose not to not include this in the story’s characterization of Xiao(just saying that this is valid ahead of time) Theres others but i have a lot already.  Note that I tend to read more ‘serious-toned’(idk if that makes sense) fics so that may skew my perception

Now there’s a few that i have issues with on their own- both instances of it not being handled, Venti(and others) rolling with it, Venti takes advantage of it(purposely(and without good intent)), and savior!Venti. Xiao not only has this trait, but he is unfamiliar with what is normal in relationships or emotions as a result of isolation and inexperience. He is also either not aware of or not concerned with what is considered strictly “healthy.” Combining these makes for a rather dangerous combination and just accepting it as “oh he’s just like that, it’s who he is” or making it out to be something funny- It’s not wrong or bad by any means necessarily, and I could still possibly enjoy it to an extent depending on a series of different factors, but its- not as often.  Even in the case where I do enjoy reading it however, I would still feel uncomfortable sharing it with or recommending it to others because in the first instance it feels like normalizing a destructive and dangerous mindset, and in the second case it does the same while simultaneously making a joke of it. It’s the same deal with Venti or other characters rolling with it, but that’s probably gonna be mentioned later too. Not to say that this is a “wrong” way to handle it, that it makes the fic bad, or that authors even are normalizing anything by doing so, just that in my specific instance- not a fan. 

I’ll get to the others when i talk more about Venti, but for now: It’s the focus of the story. I think I saw like... 2? where the story was like- focused on this and why its a problem which- power to them, address those real world problems like a boss- but also i wouldn’t actively seek it out or anything- like, good job, but doing so just leaves it open neutrally for other factors to decide how good a story i think it is. 

not directly addressed but shown to be destructive. You’d think i wouldn’t like this- but frankly in fanfiction not everyone wants to address every character flaw verbally because it can through off story, narration, dialogue, and general flow to do so. This can be with an event, an action, a dialogue, a mere comment, making it actually fit into the it’s actually addressed category except that its- subtle enough to make its own category. plus i live for show not tell- in everything- its a thing. im- very much a fan of when the fics do this but the subtlety is easy to miss and its not common so- 

It’s actually adressed- doesnt have to be a lot- just mention anywhere or imply anywhere that maybe idolizing someone as a god and savior and being in a relationship with them while having little knowledge of standards, emotions, relationships, or healthy behaviors in general- maybe isnt the smartest idea in the word. (”Call me Venti, not Barbatos” by itself is not enough to fit in this category tho as a note)

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Now lets talk about Venti...

uh.... those who have followed me for awhile will probably already know this but... I have a lot of opinions on Venti and a pretty- “niche(?)” perception of his characterization that isn’t shared by a lot of others- so I don’t actually read as much Venti fanfic in general as you might expect because I often end up disagreeing with how writers portray him, which again, in no way is their characterization wrong, but- “their perceived truth” conflicts with “my perceived truth” and by extent so does the characterization, though neither is any more correct than the other from an objective point of view, if that makes sense... but anyways now that that’s said, moving on before this becomes a philosophy lecture, as fun as that would be for me.  I’ll try to keep my “perceived truth” out of this for the first bit. 

Venti’s response to this: 

He rolls with it: this depends on the mood of the fanfiction. If they dont put a lot of stress on that trait of Xiao’s it totally fine but if the trait seems to be a major part of Xiao’s character, it seems like normalization once more. (more on this later)

he takes advantage of it purposely: if its an AU or something and Venti’s like a villain(i saw a few) then- villain venti isnt my cup of tea but i have no qualms. If they don’t portray Venti in a negative light while having him take advantage however that’s a bit uncomfortable to read for me because it feels like normalizing taking advantage of that mindset as well as the mindset itself. However, i did see a number of instances of Venti using it as leverage for like- self care- which i definitely have no qualms. Xiao: [insert probably destructive idolizing statement about being indebt] Venti: How bout you pay me back by actually sleeping for once smh or other variations are okay and depending on the vibe are actually a really fun dynamic as long as it doesnt turn into romanticizing or normalizing it, y’know?

Venti accidentally taking advantage of it.... I love angst- and in most of these theres a sense of guilt when he realizes- and i just think thats a lovely way of addressing the dangers of such a mindset for both sides. As long as it doesn’t keep repeating to the point of romanticization its totally cool to read in my eyes(not irl ofc). If Venti never realizes he accidentally took or is taking advantage it feels a bit like normalization, and if he does but just- doesn’t care thats- a rip.

savior!Venti...... i- i hate. the story giving off vibes that Xiao’s mindset is technically correct while Venti oh so humbly tells him to treat him as an equal like the wonderful and charitable person he is.... i just- no. of course thats over dramatizing it- I think the main thing that gives it this vibe is when Venti doesn’t seem either concerned, surprised, uncomfortable, or otherwise have a negative feeling towards Xiao’s mindset. Just- it makes the whole thing weird in my eyes when Venti doesnt really seem to have his own reason to oppose the mindset idk- 

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fact time!

Venti is the god of freedom. His backstory is freeing Mondstadt from a god’s tyrannical reign. His origin is a windsprite, just another breeze bringing changes for the better. His form is a nameless boy who played an instrument and then died, thus failing at his only dream and only ever accomplishing anything because of the help of others. He slept for a thousand years after the archon war to avoid putting Mond under the rule of yet another tyrannical god. He only even became a god because Andrius chose to let him. He wouldn’t have even had that chance if the nameless bard had survived, he’d remain just another wind while his friend ascended to godhood. Venti sacrifices his own power for his people’s freedom. 

now that I’ve laid out a number of canon facts, time for opinions:

Venti has little to no desire to be seen as a god. He thrives in, comes from, and emphasizes a lack of superiority in quite nearly everything. The first Ragnvindir, who canonically turned his back on Venti after Decarabian’s fall, likely did so because one- he anticipated power would corrupt and Venti would soon become just another tyrannical god, two- he suspected Venti used the nameless bard in an attempt to rise to godhood, or three- idk insert other possibilities to acknowledge again that i could totally be wrong.

Look me in the eyes and tell me Venti wouldnt trade godhood for his friend in an instant. His godhood was only granted to him because his friend died and could easily serve to constantly remind him of what could have been and what he lost. Venti takes no enjoyment from being seen as superior and in my opinion, I feel that it could actually make him largely uncomfortable when his divinity and abilities as an archon get involved-

also self promotion for my favorite posts- check out #archon war era venti if thats interesting to you

so anyway Venti rolling with it or making jokes about it just doesn’t sit right with me.- 

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Okay! enough talking about that mindset!

idk- i have... a few/lot of other gripes and stuff or just things that kinda throw off the vibe for me but that’s the main one plus my general personal pickiness when it come to Venti fanfics- but this has gotten long enough already- 

idk i just felt like rambling about it and i haven’t done a long post in a while so-

again, I love the ship and its actually one of my favorites- just the fanfic isnt my thing..... that doesn’t mean i don’t still love it and come up with a whole ton of brainrot and ideas on it tho lmao

[justcallmenikki7]

BTS Reaction To: Boyfriend Moments

Twilight!Au & Imprint!Au

Hyung Line

Summary: cute moments with your protective, goofy, werewolf boyfriend

Warnings: twilight/imprint!, mates, cutesie shit, badboy!hobi, protective hyung lines, sassy seokjin, jin roasting a girl, sad?insecure?reader?, namjoon’s part is pretty emotional and the reader is depressed/distressed? I don’t know how to explain it. min yoongi being whipped for read. I think implied d/s relationship for both yoongi and hobi’s part. Oh, hobi being whipped 10000000%%%

W.C.: 2.17 k

Notes: I don’t know why namjoon’s turned emotional but it did, I guess I wanted to show the emotional side/connection that the imprint bond brings in the relationship. Also, in this on yoongi’s and hobi’s part, I tried to dabble in the d/s theme a little bit… I hope that is okay? I’m trying to expand my writing a little bit!!

Kim Seokjin:

Too be honest, and you are saying this with all of your heart, your boyfriend, or imprint, is one of the most extra person ever.

And also, one of the sassiest person, or werewolf (besides Jungkook and Taehyung), ever.

It is very entertaining though, especially when someone pushes his buttons when it comes to cooking, sense of humor, or and most especially, you. When someone, especially women with no boundaries, he is defending you until his death. There are times when certain, rude, women try to flirt with Seokjin (because have you seen the man?), and they purposely try and act that you are not even there. So, Seokjin, being himself, brings you into the conversation.

And that is one the one thing that you love about the man, he makes sure and puts his paw down by showing you off to that woman.

An example would be right now.

The pack and the imprints are at the local bar, or night club, and are enjoying the Friday night that Namjoon had allowed due to the victory of defeating the newborn packs with the Cullen’s. Everyone is dancing with their imprint and are having a blast, but you and Seokjin are relaxing at the bar, not feeling the dancing spirit like everyone else is. You are cozied up into Seokjin’s side, loving the protectiveness and warmth that only wolves and their imprints get with one another. It is very peaceful and nice, especially with the two young ones making a scene by dancing like idiots and having dance offs with one another. The looks that both of their imprints are making to one another is having you giggling, the look of embarrassment that is mixed with adoration warms your heart.

“Well, you look lonely,” a woman’s voice purred, knocking you out of your thoughts.

Shifting in your boyfriend’s embrace, the first that you see is a older woman, who in your opinion is beautiful, is ogling your boyfriend, clearly ignoring his hold on your waist (which is now gripping it).

“I’m clearly not,” Seokjin commented, his tone is as if he is talking to a peasant. “If you have not noticed, I am with my lady,” Seokjin spoke, making you blush.

“Well, she is not that entertaining since you seem bored. I think I can help you with that boredom,” shocking you to the core due to her insinuation. You cannot believe she just said that with you standing right in front of her.

Seokjin right away sensed your discomfort and down mood, knowing that you want to speak up but cannot due to your anxiety. Sighing, “It is a shame that some women do not follow the girl code…” he began, “But also have, you need to realize that throwing yourself at someone does not look good on you, sweetheart, desperate does not suit you.” And with that, Seokjin grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the other end of the bar, “Come on, love, let’s go someplace else.”

You still think that you do not deserve Seokjin, and as if hearing your thoughts, Seokjin squeezed your hand a little harder, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. And that is all of the confirmation and comfort that you needed.

Min Yoongi:

Some people found it very adorable on the dynamic that you and Min Yoongi, your imprint and werewolf boyfriend, had. It was never a bad view on your relationship, in fact, it was the best view that you believe people had on it.

To the outside world, Min Yoongi was the cold, reserved, grumpy, or in Stiles Stilinkie’s term, “sour wolf,” person. The reason why people viewed this is because they can never see the adoring smile that he held for you out in public, but you can see it and the pack can see it. Yes, it may look like a blank face, but only those who know him can see the twitch at the corner of his lips and the head-over-heels look in his eyes.

“Please?” You whined, pouting at your boyfriend in the candy store at the mall, wanting to get some more snacks.

“No.” Your boyfriend grunted out, trying to not fall into the trap of giving into your adorable puppy (lol) eyes.

Stomping your foot, earning a look from your boyfriend, “But why?” You asked in a cute, whiny, tone that made Yoongi melt along with his wolf.

But, not liking the stomping of the foot that you made, he gave you a daring look. “Don’t stomp your foot at me, princess.”

Looking down at your feet, you slumped your shoulders, realizing that you were not able to get candy because of the orthodontist explaining that you have been having too many sweets, especially with your braces, and that you need to cut back on them. But! In your defense, you have another four months that you will not see them, so you can start cutting back on next Monday! Knowing that your boyfriend is very protective and always is very concerned for your well-being, he takes these kinds of things very seriously – even having a nightly flossing schedule that you both do every night.

Hearing the defeated sigh that held sadness with it, both Yoongi and his wolf can not and will not stand the thought of knowing how devastated you are. Sighing himself, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest and pressed several kisses that earned your giggle, a sound that brought joy to him and his wolf. “You can have a little bit of candy, but this should last you several weeks because we cannot have you sick off of candy and running around like a hyper bunny.” Yoongi bargained, a bargain that you agreed to and happily chose the candy that you wanted.

Yoongi only forgot that a little to you is three bags of candy – he just could not be mad.

Jung Hoseok:

One thing that the pack was for sure about when it came to Hoseok whenever you were not near him, was that he was constantly texting you. Now, this did not upset them at all, in fact, they were happy to see their hot headed, angry, but caring pack member happy. When you and Hoseok first met, they knew that it was going to be a long journey of finding your guys meeting points. But, the whole time it was worth it because they got to see their brother become a better person and a happier person.

Anyways, Hoseok was currently texting you, a small smile on his face, but a serious expression apparent. Everyone was out at the beach, a bonfire put on by the maknae line, wanting a fun Saturday night. You were showing up with your cousin, inviting her with you to the groups hangout since she was in town for the next few days. You felt your phone buzzing with texts from your boyfriend, the feeling of your heart doing flips with just the thought of your lover. Pulling out your phone, you smiled at the message.

           Hobi: when will you be here? I miss youuu

Smiling at the sentiment, the one thing that Hoseok will ever show you and not anyone else. He only acts like a whiny puppy with you, always wanting to keep his cool front on in front of everyone else. But you have began to notice that he has started to let his walls come down in front of his pack.        

           You: almost there! I cant wait to see you!!

When you and your cousin showed up at the bonfire, the first thing that your cousin noticed was that the man who had a stony expression and a powerful aura surrounding him that screamed danger stood up from the chair, making their way to you. She could see the way your body lit up, smile shining so brightly that it made her smile also. The look of love and adoration was what surprised her when she saw it shine on the males face.

Ah, that is the Hoseok that you were talking about.

When Hoseok reached you, he brought you into a short, but sweet kiss. The both of you did not want to pull away, but having respect and liking to keep that part of your life to yourselves anyways. Hoseok wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side protectively before realizing that he has yet to meet the cousin you have been talking about for the past week.

“Oh!” You gasped, bringing Hoseok’s attention solely to you (as if it was not already on you). “Hobi! This is my cousin, Linda! She’s the one I’ve been telling you about! Linda! This is Hoseok, my boyfriend!” You introduced the two happily.

Linda could see the smile that was brought onto Hoseok’s face so easily, jealousy slightly burning at that. She wished for something like you and Hoseok, especially from everything that you had told her about. She knew that Hoseok took great care of you.

“It is nice to meet you, Hoseok.” Linda spoke kindly, smiling at him.

Nodding his head, a kind small smile on his face. “You too, miss.”

“Let’s get food! Linda! Come, come!” You made sure to not leave your cousin alone since she is new here. “Hobi! We forgot an extra chair. Is there one that we can borrow for Linda?”

Not giving it another thought, Hoseok leant down and kissed your forehead before taking off to find a chair. As if on a mission to find gold, Linda watched your boyfriend search for a chair, realizing that you, his girlfriend, did not realize how your boyfriend would fight through hell if it meant to make you happy.

You truly are the luckiest girl, ever.

Kim Namjoon:

If there is one thing that Namjoon is for sure about, it is knowing you like the back of his hand. Now, he is not saying this just to say it, he is saying it because it is true. Ever since he met you at the farmer’s market, accidentally bumping into you, he has observed you every minute that he is with you. He knows your little quirks, your dislikes and likes, wants, and your favorite terms. He knows that you hate burning hot chocolate milk, so he makes sure it has cool down just enough to still be warm, but cool enough to where you have to blown on it to where it is not burning your tongue.

Another thing that he knows is that you have moments where you are completely down. It is as if a switch got switched off, making you completely emotionally vulnerable, the one thing that you are needing is comfort and his attention – but you hate asking for help. You are completely stubborn, hating to ask for comfort and his time because you know that he is busy with the pack. But, what you do know is that Namjoon knows when these times happen. They happen once you are completely happy, having no worries in the world, but once you get home, you shut down because you believe that you do not deserve happiness. Why? Because in your past, every time you had a good day, or feel happy, and something snatches it from you. Something like a text from a friend that sounds mad, but you know in the back of your head that you cannot read emotions over text. Or, your mother snapping at you for something that was out of reach. It has, and Namjoon knows that this will always happen, but that is okay, because he knows you and he loves you.

So, once you opened the door from a night out with your friends, Namjoon can sense the sudden wave of sadness from you. He could feel it once you left the bar, a imprint bond perk that he loves so he knows what to do, and he could feel your distress from a mile away. The distress being your questioning of whether or not you deserve happiness. And as you are taking off your heels, Namjoon comes up behind you, helping you take them off by kneeling down and unzipping them for you.

You stare down at your boyfriend with tears forming in your eyes, suddenly crying, but Namjoon this from your heartbeat beating a little faster. Standing up, Namjoon wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, the both of you relaxing at the touch of one another. Breaking down, you clutched onto him tightly, fearing that he will disappear on you.

“I don’t know what happened, everything was perfect and I had a good time—” you were cut off by your sobs, face nuzzling into his neck, the familiar sent of him helping you calm down.

“I know baby, I know. It is okay, I’m here, I’m not leaving beautiful.” He promised, kissing you the side of your head. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”