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tkaulitzlvr · 1 year ago

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Hiii so I've been holding onto this idea for a while and like, thought it would look so good in ur style of writing🫶🏻

Reader and tom are extremely close friends 🫣

Reader is like sleeping in her bed and like her eyes flicker open and she sees a massive spider yk on her pillow 😍 so she gets a fright but tried being quiet. Her hotel room and Tom's hotel room were joined together, so she opened the door that separated the two rooms and she walks inside. She goes over to Tom and like lightly shakes him awake. He wakes up and asks her what's wrong and she says what happened. She asks him if she can sleep in his bed for the night and he's hesitant but he says yes. She gets in his bed and and after a little while, alot of smut 🥰

I love you and ur stories so much!! 🤍

SCARED - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: there is an unwanted guest in your hotel room, so you decide to share a room with your best friend, the outcome something neither of you ever expected.

content: fluff & smut.

a/n: honoured u chose me for this request🙏 i hope i did it justice, thank you for requesting!!

my eyes were slowly beginning to close, after what felt like hours of trying to fall asleep, tossing and turning, trying out multiple positions, coming to the conclusion that this is one of the most uncomfortable hotel beds i had ever slept in.

tom had been snoring obnoxiously loud in the room next door for at least an hour, falling asleep soon after he had said goodnight to me, the loud snores emitting from his mouth not helping, his door slightly ajar, no light coming through it.

turning on my side as my eyes are almost shut, i spot something round and black on the corner of my pillow. assuming it is just my imagination, my lethargy making me see things, proving to me how much i really need to sleep, i ignore it. but then it moves. my eyes shoot open, now alert and my mouth opens in horror, seeing the huge spider standing on my pillow, crawling quickly across it. i shriek, jumping out of bed and standing on a nearby chair in the corner of the room, quickly covering my mouth as i worry about waking tom. it begins to move across the sheets, until it slips underneath them, now out of sight.

“fuck fuck fuck!” i whisper, standing on the chair, afraid to move, not having any idea what to do, not wanting to step onto the floor, or anywhere, let alone kill it, my arachnophobia kicking in, spiders, or any insect in fact, always being my biggest fear. my eyes slowly move to tom’s door, trying to peer inside, the gap too small, but i soon come to the realisation that my choices are limited, and if i want to get any sleep tonight, then it will have to be in his room.

it wasn’t that i was worried it would be awkward - tom and i were really close, having known each other since we could walk, our friendship only blossoming from that point. we had never slept in the same bed, though, and i was a little reluctant to ask him, but, as the large spider re-emerges from the sheets, i dart from the chair to his room, creaking the door open and closing it behind me, worried that the spider will find its way into his bedroom.

the room is dark, hard for me to make out anything, but the minimal light through the small gap in the curtains, allows me to spot tom’s sleeping body. his chest is bare, he never slept with a shirt on, rising up and down slowly, quiet snores coming from his parted lips. i feel bad for disturbing him, but i have no other choice, creeping around to the side of the bed he is sleeping on and grabbing his shoulders, gently shaking him awake.

“tom? hey, wake up.” i whisper, trying to be as gentle as i can, knowing he won’t appreciate the 3am wake up call. he stirs a little in his sleep, but doesn’t wake up.

“tom!” i hiss, a little louder this time, watching his eyes slowly flutter open, his eyebrows furrowing once he sees that i am standing at the side of his bed.

“what are you doing here? you okay?” he yawns, his voice raspy and full of sleep as he sits up, flicking the bedside lamp on and rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the light.

“there’s a really big spider in my room.” i say, tom giving me an irritated look, clearly not impressed with my excuse for waking him up.

“really? what, you want me to go in and kill it for you?” he asks, moving the covers off of him, revealing the only item of clothing he is wearing, a pair of baggy shorts.

“i don’t know where it went.” i pause, a little anxious to ask him what i actually wanted. “can i just sleep with you for the night?”

he hesitates a little, pursing his lips together. “i can just kill it-”

“please tom? i really don’t want to go back in there, you know how much i hate spiders.” i plead, studying the way his face softens as he gives in, getting back under the covers.

“fine, get in.” he says, opening the sheets for me at the other side as i climb in, resting my head on the covers whilst he shuts the light off, leaving us in the dark.

“i bet the spider wasn’t even that big.” tom laughs, breaking the silence as i turn to face him, laying flat on his back as i am, little distance between us, but enough to stop someone making assumptions if they were to walk in.

“it was! i saw it crawl across my pillow, i wouldn’t have woken you if it was small.” i defend, a smile creeping onto my face as he returns it, my eyes falling to his lips.

“pfft, you know that’s not true, remember when we were kids? you screamed at the top of your lungs, and the spider was literally this big!” he teases, making a tiny circle with his thumb and pointer finger, laughing as i roll my eyes.

“so what i’m scared of bugs? it’s like the most common fear in the world, give me a break.” i sigh sarcastically, tom putting his hands in the air in defense, muttering a small ‘okay okay’, before letting the room return to its previous silence.

my mouth falls open as a yawn escapes from it, my body falling further under the covers as i get comfortable, ready to fall asleep.

“goodnight.” i say, closing my eyes.

“night.” tom mutters, his limbs spread across the bed, giving me little space, but i didn’t mind, enjoying his company, even though we weren’t speaking. the silence was nice, comforting even, tom and i so close that we didn’t have to make conversation, able to sit quietly beside each other without it being awkward.

his arm slings loosely around my waist as he shuffles a little closer, his head so close to mine i feel his calm breathing against my neck, my body tensing up a little at the unexpected touch. we were best friends, but never really got physically close to each other besides from hugging, definitely not doing anything like this.

“this okay?” he asks, not wanting to push any boundaries, making sure i was comfortable with it, this the first time we have ever done anything even close to cuddling, the idea never crossing my mind as i didn’t see romance in him - only a friend, at least not until now.

“yeah, of course.” i manage to say, clearly nervous, not expecting him to want to be this close to me after he was so hesitant about letting me sleep in his bed.

“you sure?” he asks, sensing the uncertainly in my response.

“mhm.” i say, relaxing my body a little as i melt into his embrace, loosening up and feeling a sense of security that i had never experienced before.

i turn my head to the side, facing him as my eyes open slowly, seeing his already staring into mine. the look on his face is foreign, the light from the curtains illuminating his features so that i can just make out his expression. his lips are parted, slow breaths emitting from them. and his eyes, the look in them is hard to decipher, soft yet concentrated, studying my features as they repeatedly flicker from my eyes to my lips, the brown pools filled of a look similar to one of admiration, love even. he is hard to read, my mind trying to figure out what he is thinking as i continue to look into his eyes, the pit of my stomach swelling in nervousness.

but, before i can buy myself more time to try fathom the complex system that is his emotions, he fits the puzzle pieces together for me, attaching his lips to mine. my eyes widen in shock, his mouth gently moving against mine. his hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer to him. i slowly begin to relax, kissing him back as i feel him smile against my lips, my arms resting behind his neck.

our lips move in sync, fitting together perfectly, moulding in a way that echoes our love for each other, one that we always thought to be strictly platonic. but the way he holds me so gently, with so much care that i could break if he applies pressure, carries the unspoken yet completely mutual realisation that this is way more than just a friendship - and the certainty of our kiss meaning we can never go back from this.

he slowly moves on top of me, not breaking the kiss, his hands cupping my face as his thumbs smooth over my cheeks, the skin turning a light shade of red at his touch. the kiss becomes a little more heated, not yet messy, the passion reciprocated between us as neither us want to pull away, addicted to the feeling, silently wondering how and why it has taken us so long to get to this point, wishing we had done this earlier. yet the way i deepen the kiss, tom holding me with so much love it is palpable even through the heavy air, makes me feel as if i have held him like this for years, us being like this seeming so natural, so right.

his hands reach for the hem of my t-shirt, stopping briefly and breaking the kiss for the first time.

“are you sure about this? we don’t have to.” he says, staring into my eyes, his eyes full of concern, showing me all the patience in the world as he studies my features, a small smile tugging at his lips, both of us breathless.

“i want to.” i say, holding his face in my hands, nodding my head slowly, giving him more reassurance as he still looks a little uncertain. but he soon relaxes once i reconnect our lips, his hands carefully lifting my shirt up and over my head, breaking the kiss to stare at my body, my top half now bare as i wasn’t wearing a bra.

i begin to feel insecure as his eyes scan my figure, instinctively covering my breasts with my hands. he tilts his head, shaking his head a little before placing his hands over mine, interlocking them so that they are no longer covering me, my body now exposed to him.

“don’t cover yourself. you’re so perfect, i want to see it all baby.” the pet name rolls off his tongue so naturally, so smoothly as if he had been calling me it for years, this entire situation feeling so right, the way he looks at me with such admiration confirming that we are meant to be like this, destined to be intimate with one another.

his head moving to the crook of my neck, planting small pecks there, low whines escaping my lips when he hits my sweet spot, teeth grazing the area, i take this as an opportunity to attach my fingers to the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down as far as i can. he sees that i am struggling, placing one final kiss to my neck before pulling them down past his feet, his boxers soon following, leaving him completely naked, the only physical barrier between us being my shorts, tom noticing this.

he reattaches his lips to mine, gently kissing me whilst looping his fingers around the material, pulling them down, along with my panties, throwing the clothing somewhere onto the carpet, nothing but the thick air, filled with our unspoken love for each other, between us, our nakedness a mirror to the desire that takes over.

his forehead rests against mine, his inconsistent breathing tickling my cheeks. i feel him position himself at my entrance, his eyes looking into mine, searching for any uncertainty within them, hating the idea of pressuring me into doing anything. i nod, sensing his apprehension, putting any doubts he has to bed.

“i’ll be gentle, i promise.”

those are the last words he says before sliding into me, my walls stretching with his thickness, pain soon clouding my senses as i wince a little, grabbing onto his arm and squeezing the flesh, signalling for him to stop his movements. he senses my discomfort, taking my hands in his and using his thumbs to stroke the skin gently.

“i’m so sorry. i promise it won’t hurt for long.” he whispers against my lips, giving me a short kiss, his eyes never breaking away from mine as he waits for any signal, any sign that the pain has subsided.

i begin to become accustomed to the feeling, ready for him to carry on, his dick still not fully inside me. i squeeze his hands, letting out a small ‘move’, as he nods his head, kissing my forehead and continuing to slide into me, a strained moan escaping from his lips.

my eyes fall shut, pleasure soon taking over as he said it would, my mouth falling open as he bottoms out, our chests moving in and out, in sync with one another.

“keep going.” i breathe out, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into me.

he quickly obeys, moving in and out of me slowly, going gentle as he promised, the pace just right as i can feel every inch of him inside of me. small moans escape from my mouth, tom placing his head into my neck once again, planting open-mouthed kisses onto my collarbone, my hands threading through his dreads, savouring the feeling of him inside me, knowing that i will never experience anything else like it, our bodies fitting together so perfectly, moving in a way that seems too good to be true - the way he hits all the right places sending me into heaven, my mind questioning wether i am there already.

“you’re doing so good baby, so good.” he praises, his words muffled into my shoulder, his hands now roaming my body, feeling anywhere that he can manage to touch, his pace increasing slightly as he works towards his release, still making sure he doesn’t hurt me.

his skin resembling pure silk, smooth and soft, each muscle crafted by god itself, tensing and relaxing as he moves in and out of me, concentrating on nothing but the pleasure i am feeling, his face now inches away from mine.

a knot starts to form in my stomach, signalling that i am close. my legs tighten their hold on his waist, allowing him to move into me even deeper than he was, hitting a whole new angle as i cry out in pleasure, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. tom watches my expression, acknowledging the way my face twists in contentment when he moves at a certain angle, now doing it repeatedly, my release close.

i try to verbalise it, but my ability to produce coherent sentences is long gone, my mouth uttering a small ‘so close’, tom nodding his head as his eyebrows knit together.

“i know baby, i know. me too.” he sighs, kissing me messily as our lips collide together, the cold metal of his lip ring contrasting with his warm hold on me.

he snaps his hips once more, this enough to push me over the edge as i release, my mouth falling in an ‘o’, shape, no sounds escaping from it despite the millions of thoughts rushing through my head.

after a few more sloppy thrusts, i feel tom shoot his cum inside of me, throwing his head back with a loud groan, riding out our highs before collapsing breathlessly on top of me, stroking my hair with his shaky hands, our heavy breathing sounding throughout the now silent room.

he pulls out, our juices dripping down my legs as i whine at the loss of contact. he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around me, bringing me into his inviting embrace, kissing my lips softly.

“i love you. i’m sorry it’s taken me this long to realise, but i really am in love with you.” he whispers, his hand sitting comfortably at my lower back, the other tucking any loose strands of hair behind my ears.

“i love you too.”

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asha-mage · 8 months ago

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Since it's my birthday my friends got me the amazing gift of 'watching the Wheel of Time show while occasionally stopping to discuss/let me loose my mind' for which I am incredibly grateful. A few random observations from this time through, as I attempted to view it through the lens of the entirely WoT uninitiated (as my friends are)-

The group shots, where the camera passes from one of the Emond's Field 5 to another, do this clever trick where Rand is never actually standing on his own. He's always standing beside or behind someone in one of these shots, so the camera doesn't actually have to cut or pan away from someone else to get to him. This serves the purpose of highlighting him in contrast to his friends, but also to subtlety downplay his presence to the audience, and build up to the Dragon reveal in episode 7 very effectively.

The cinematography in general is so exceedingly rich and delicious- the stark white of the Whitecloak camp contrasted with the bloody reality of their actions. The bright primary colors used to make the Aes Sedai visually pop and feel magical and strange, even as they are dressed (for the most part) practically for their traveling (a complaint I had about the Witcher, aside from everything being brown and grey all the time, is that the mages show up to battles dressed in ballroom dresses instead of you know, clothing that would make sense). The subtle use of lighting and camera angle to create a sense of vast isolation of Shadar Logoth, fear and danger in the Ways, and cramp sweltering heat in the Blight.

Moiraine's opening narration in episode 1 is essentially a summary of the information we get from one of the epigraphs at the ending of the Eye of the World prologue, to whit:

"And the Shadow fell upon the land, and the world was riven, stone from stone. The oceans fled and the mountains where swallowed up. and the nations where scattered to the eight corners of the world. The moon was blood and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of him who brought the shadow, and the Breaking of the World. And him they named Dragon." - Aleth nin Tearin alta Camora, The Breaking of the World, author unknown, the Fourth Age "The world is broken. Many many years ago men who where born with great power attempted to cage darkness itself. The arrogance. When they failed, the seas boiled, mountains where swallowed up, cities burned, and the women of the Aes Sedai where left to pick up the pieces. These women remembered one thing above all else, the man who brought the Breaking of the World. And him, they. named Dragon." - Moiraine

This makes me suspect their was an earlier version of the script that actually used the epigraph (maybe even both of them). I have mixed on feeling on this, as the epigraphs are one of my favorite artistic choices of Jordan's and really help emphasize the history and depth of his world, but I think filtering it through Moiriane and making it slightly less opaque was a smart choice to convey the information to the audience. I also think this works on a character level as well- here is Moiraine's understanding of this information, shaped by her biases.

Every re-watch also makes me more and more comfortable in my 'the show is a future/past turning of the wheel from the books, the broad events and truths being the same, but seen in one of those endless variations we hear about' interpretation of the series. The heart of the story and characters is the same, and the broad strokes and framework are the same, but it's in the details where things emerge as different. This interpretation has the benefit of fitting really really well with the meta-narrative stuff Jordan always liked to pull, and in freeing I think the show expectations of being a one-to-one recreation.

That said I defiantly felt the cracks in the final two episodes as a result of the Covid shutter and loosing Barney Harris more strongly this time- some of that being that this is my first re watching of season 1 since I've seen season 2. You can practically see the things they wanted/planned to do that had to re-worked because of circumstances beyond their control. Mat's absence in the group argument scene (and the 'I am so tired of you two fighting over her' line that was clearly meant to be Mat's), as well as the lack of bigger/more cohesive battle scene in Tarwin's Gap. You can also tell they hadn't quite figured out how they where going to re-work season 2 yet given that the ending for season 1 had to be changed last minute (for example, their is no reason for Moiraine to just outright admit that she released Lan's bond unless they hadn't yet decided that was where their arc was going yet).

I think the show does an exceedingly good job of structuring it's exposition to the un-intiatited, trying to stagger it so that audience is largely learning new things in pace with the characters. I know people where frustrated that things like the War of Power have yet to come up in earnest even in the Latra and Lews scene, but I think the slow and steady reveal of things matches both the core idea of 'their is always more you don't know', and trying not to overwhelm the audience. My friends had no trouble following what was going and picking up the bigger implications/subtext that underpins a lot of information. 'But why did the Dragon try to cage the Dark One? It doesn't seem like it was that simple.' came up a few times especially.

The detail that what jump-starts Perrin's wolf brother connection is having his wound healed/cleaned by the wolves in that scene from episode 2 is so incredibly clever, and a good twist on the traditional 'werewolf bite' mythology.

I love the deliberate choice to incorporate so many random ruins and remnants of things in the background of shots. Not just the 'dilapidated stone buildings' that the characters camp in, but things like the trio of carved faces that Egwene and Perrin run past while fleeing the Whitecloaks, or the boundary stones Mat and Rand pass on the road, or even just the small carvings and pillars scattered about the cave where they are holding Logain. It all helps to make you feel that ancientness, that brokenness of this world more effectively.

The reoccurring use of the Dragon's Fang to symbolize violence and destruction: the Trollocs using it as a scare tactics, it appearing in the blood in the pool after Nynaeve kills the Trolloc, being burned into Siuan's ruined childhood home....and the way that contrasts with it's use in the finale episode, when we see it whole and unbroken in the seal/yin yang symbol for the first time was really really clever. One of my friends actually gasped out loud and went 'oh' at the first shot of the whole seal when it clicked.

The show does an exceedingly good job of maintaining that core idea of the series that it's about our relationship to violence- violence never being casual or simple or easy, but always raw, hard and bloody and a little bit ugly. EVen subtle things like the way the show depicts Moraine hurling stones at the Trollocs with uncomfortable frankness, trying to literalize what in most fantasy media would be an abstract. Take it from I cast stone 2, to I inflict horrible blunt force trauma on another creature. And of course everything re: Perrin and his ax.

I have more thoughts, but I think I'll save some of them for after we watch season 1, because they relate strongly to stuff from there.

#WoT #Wheel of Time #Wot On PRime #Wheel of Time on Prime #WoT s1 #WoT Meta #Wheel of time Meta #WoT Musing #Rand al'Thor #Moiraine Damodred #Perrin Aybara #Egwene al'Vere

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eoieopda · 1 year ago

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Can I request Jimin and the backwards relationship trope? Idk if that makes as much sense in words as it does in my head. Fuck buddies —> friends —> lovers kind of thing? Happy Drabblepalooza, Milestone, and five month Tumblrversary, lovely! You’re a gem 💎

tysm bb! i love this prompt 🥹

the one with the clownfish and the anemone

pairing: park jimin x gn!reader type: drabble (suggestive fluff) | wc: 863 rating: 18+ (minors dni) au: fuck buddies to friends to lovers cw: no explicit detail re: smut but it’s mentioned that they do, in fact, fuck; implied cumshot, lol; alcohol mention. summary: jimin entered your life by chance, but he stayed by choice. ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

It started, as most things do, with soju. Too much soju, to be specific.

As if there’s any other kind.

You were bold, but Park Jimin was bolder. He saw you at the bar, gave neither a shit nor a fuck that you were out with your friends, and sidled right up to you as if he belonged there. You balked at his audacity, but it worked. He slipped seamlessly into your life that night.

And then, when you and your friends parted ways, he slipped his hand into yours. Slipped into your bed, into you, then back out the door like some thief in the night. So it goes, you thought. You went through the motions of your nighttime skincare routine, and went soundly to sleep in a post-soju, post-sex haze.

A few weeks passed by before you saw him again, entirely by chance. As it turned out, the gym you frequented — well, maybe not that frequently — sat centrally between your apartment and his. Neighbors, he mused. No neighbor you’d ever had fucked you like he did, pressing your back to a perforated metal door in a locker room, smelling like salted sweat and orange, sugar-free Gatorade.

“You’re an idiot,” you told him, dead serious. “Blue is the best flavor, hands down.”

He laughed so hard his eyes disappeared. “You’re an idiot. Blue is not a flavor.”

When you went your separate ways that night, he left with your phone number. He claimed it was in case of emergencies, shot you a wink, and disappeared again. Just like the last time, you went back to normal, albeit with the grooves of a locker door imprinted into your back.

It took him three days to text you, and it wasn’t an emergency. Not to you, anyway. To him, it might’ve been; he was trapped, bored, at some friend’s bachelor party and needed an out. Needed you, he said, can I come over? So, he did — all over your tits while you were still gasping for air underneath him.

Life continued like that for months: inconsequentially. You came, he left, and the two of you left it like that. It was nice, having someone to pinch hit whenever a date didn’t pan out, or work was especially stressful. Or it was a Tuesday, or it was raining, or just because.

“It’s symbiotic,” you explained, and he nodded.

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, he offered, “Like a clownfish and an anemone.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did every time. The person fucking your brains out on a semi-regular basis had brains of his own; and he was funny. He was thoughtful, too, which was something else you failed to account for.

The first time he showed up unannounced on your doorstep, he had a takeaway container in his hand. You were unwashed and entirely unprepared for visitors; and Jimin didn’t seem to notice — if he did, he kept it secret — that you were as much of a mess as your apartment. He simply stepped inside, handed you hotteok from the street cart you wouldn’t shut up about, and then he stayed.

You kept to your respective seats — him on the couch, you sitting cross-legged on the floor by his shins — and neither of you sought to change that fact. It was the latest you’d stayed up since college, and it was the hardest you’d ever laughed. The pair of you got through three movies, back to back, before he left to sleep in his own bed. The squeeze he gave your hand on his way out the door felt more intimate than anything else you’d ever done together.

So slowly that you couldn’t track the motion, Jimin slid into your daylight hours as if he belonged there. You took turns dropping coffee off to the other at your respective offices. You grabbed salads after your joint excursions to the gym as a way of apologizing to your bodies for what you'd just done to them. You called him to complain about your parents; he texted you every morning with your daily horoscope.

And throughout the months you spent like this, soaking into your routine, you didn’t realize that fucking was no longer part of it. It hadn’t been, not since you sat and ate hotteok on your living room floor. Fucking was casual, and this meant far more than that.

Whenever you found yourself in his lap now, it was because you loved to take up more than your fair share of the couch, and his thighs made the perfect pillow. He was comfortable. You were comfortable with him. So much so that your position, combined with the way he played idly with your hair, put you most of the way to sleep.

He must’ve thought you were all the way gone because he whispered, “I love you,” like he was sharing a secret.

It was mumbled through barely-opened lips when you replied, “I know,” just before taking his hand from your hair and brushing a kiss across his knuckles.

Though you didn’t say it out loud, you know he heard it, that he felt it, because — for the first time — he stayed the night.

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findmeinthefallair · 2 years ago

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Thinking out loud...I'm both relieved that Hunter wasn't singled out by The Collector to go through these horrors...yet ofc curious what it may've looked like.

Nonetheless, his mind would be unleashing nightmares upon him even after Belos's death.

C-PTSD nightmares seem to have three flavours (going off my own experience..this isn't textbook or researched, as a disclaimer).

There are two kinds that have the theme of immediate danger.

First is the type where you yourself are being physically threatened. I don't want to choose the more graphic violent ones for this post but an example I can cite is being arrested and thrown into prison. Those got me on pretty high alert and idk, it was like this I guess:

Second would be the ones where you can't save someone else. Those hurt and yes, they pack a nasty punch. I've only had this type once as far as I can remember. But poor Hunter would have it worse since Belos could literally puppet him to be the one to harm the best friend he loved most:

The relational ones, though? That involve being blamed and/or abandoned, with no physical threats? Those are where you are in touch with the shame, which in a way makes it the worst of all three in my opinion. Because the deep sense of shame is the aspect of the condition which you can't reason your way out of using impersonal logic...in the way that you can e.g. come up with an escape plan or hold off an assailant.

The most memorable one was being in a dark room, almost entirely pitch black, seeing my 5 or 6-year-old self looking at me like this:

and because you just know stuff in dreams, I knew she was demanding an answer from me, as to why I wasn't there for her to protect her.

And holy smokes this was freakier than the first two categories. Because I had no adrenaline in my system, and somehow this third kind of dream always takes place in narrow spaces where I can't sprint and run elsewhere. Brainnnn, whyyyy?? Therefore I couldn't even give myself an adrenaline rush from fleeing anyway if I wanted to. (Idk if anyone else experiences this?) The first two kinds always took place in wide spaces e.g. underground parking lots and forests.

A similar nightmare involved an abusive family member whom I was trapped on a small boat with, and I had to listen to him demean and minimize me all over again while I was stuck, and I somehow didn't make myself just jump off the boat to swim away.

This type of nightmare is the one that can get me upset for hours after I wake from them, while with the others I get out of the shock a lot quicker for some reason.

For Hunter...it would involve Belos, other Grimwalkers, his friends and others such as those he previously worked with in the Castle, blaming him and judging him in his nightmares. Worst is if Flapjack does the same to him and rejects him. And I apologize for this angsty train ride but...but...he might see those poor lost palismen all over again, since it points towards the profession we see him thriving in, during the epilogue sequence...:

*drags this lost child to therapy sessions*

So yeah. The first two kinds are a more straightforward fit with how C-PTSD changes a person's neural networks and primes them to act relatively calmly in actual physical crises. The high price paid is, the person therefore struggles once things become safer (e.g. arguing with someone who is actually a safe presence), in some twisted unfair form of compensation. This is seen in how Hunter's triggers properly emerge once he's actually physically distanced from Belos: Labyrinth Runners and For the Future are the main examples.

It is painful and difficult, only becoming easier once the person has built a solid support network and can repair their own relationship with themselves.

In fact, my body sometimes feels as though I strangely want such a thrill e.g. riding in an ambulance all over again, a re-enactment of those times of high alert, because they are still more 'comfortable': rather than having no choice but to experience and accept that ingrained sense of shame, process it, and ride the wave instead of simply throwing a punch at it or evading it. Wanting that thrill is our equivalent of wanting a "fix", I guess.

Safe to say, this is why the canon Watching and Dreaming moments that hit hardest are the (false) blaming statements that Luz's friends direct at her. Because the ultimate test is whether the dreamer believes those or not.

#toh hunter #hunter's cptsd #the owl house #okay to reblog. I was just rambling #get the boi all the hot cocoa

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theagstd · 4 days ago

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One Night Stand ; 11

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n

→ contains smut, fluff and angst

→ Chapter eleven ; wc | 5.5 k

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Jungkook isn't comfortable in letting you in his personal space but he's got no choice. he wants to make sure everything is safe, and you're safe. he's letting you to his house not his room. so he thinks it's fine. 'I have no clue why he's being so insistent. I didn't ask for any of this,

and frankly, I don't want it,' you think to yourself, your scowl deepening as you stared at Jungkook in disbelief. "There's no way I'm going with you, Jungkook!" It took you a good five minutes to process his words. Jungkook was visibly frustrated. He just wanted to help you, for once hoping you'd stop resisting. "Look, Y/N—" he began, trying to reason with you.

"I'm not looking anywhere, and I'm not going to listen to a word you say," you interrupted, your anger rising. Jungkook sighed deeply, placing a hand on his forehead as he paced around, while you leaned against his car. "Y/N, please," he pleaded softly after a moment, aware that raising his voice would only escalate things.

He knew your temper well enough not to provoke it, especially not here, outside a hospital. You had your own anger issues; you needed space when you were mad, especially from someone like him, but he was right in front of you, a stubborn presence you couldn't ignore.

Taking a deep breath, you surveyed the nearly deserted parking area, the few remaining cars around you creating a small cocoon of privacy. "Speak. You've got five minutes, no more," you finally conceded, meeting his gaze.

Jungkook nodded, clicking his tongue nervously before launching into his explanation. "I understand you don't want to come with me. It's reasonable. But since I've taken this responsibility, I intend to fulfill it diligently. The doctor strongly recommended you be around someone, and since you have no one else, I'm volunteering to help."

He searched your face for any sign of relenting behind your stern expression.

Your glare was unwavering, arms crossed defensively, adding to the pressure he already felt. No, he wasn't scared of you; he just didn't want a scene, not now, not like this. "I'm not forcing you into anything, but logically, it's safer to take precautions and avoid any potential emergencies.

I'm simply asking you to stay at my place tonight until we know the baby's okay. Can you cooperate?" he asked, his tone almost sounding like Mr. Jeon rather than just Jungkook, his words practical and direct.

His argument made sense, whether you liked it or not. You softened slightly, dropping your guard a bit as you listened and understood. "Are you sure about this?" you asked cautiously. He nodded immediately. "Yes, I'm sure," he affirmed, and you nodded back, resigned to the plan. Glancing around, feeling uneasy about what lay ahead, you reluctantly got into the passenger seat of his car.

"This feels so wrong," you whispered to yourself, conflicted but knowing it was the right thing to do for your child's sake. Today had been harrowing, and tonight promised to be sleepless, especially in Jungkook's unfamiliar home.

"I need to grab some clothes," you muttered, relieved he heard you the first time. Louder, you added, "Sure." Without protest, he drove you to your place so you could quickly pack essentials for the night and the next day. The tension between you was thick as you packed.

Normally quiet around each other, tonight the silence felt heavy with unspoken emotions. Jungkook waited patiently in the parking lot, giving you space to collect yourself and your things, reflecting on the unusual turn of events. He couldn't quite believe he was doing this—taking responsibility, stepping up in a way he never had before.

he's always been, but never when it comes to girl matters, he was never with his mother nor his own girlfriends. 15 year old Jungkook wouldn't have been this way, he would've left you all yourself and told you to fuck off with the child. but here he is, mature, understanding, intelligent and moreover a gentleman. which he wasn't ever before.

He's never had a woman stay over before; he's had a few encounters, but they always left immediately. Jungkook never allowed them to stay, saying he wasn't going to take on the burden or deal with their sober selves. So, he feels nervous, jittery even, knowing that it's you—his one-night stand, his former employee, and now the mother of his unborn child. What a mess.

You put on long pajamas; shorts wouldn't be appropriate at his place, so long-sleeved PJs would have to do. Fortunately, your bump was still in its early stages, small and not quite round yet. Toothbrush, undergarments, perfume, makeup, office kit, and a casual kit. "Alright—uh, avocado!

How could I forget you? Wouldn't it be weird if I take you with me?" You looked at the plushie and pouted; cuddling it helps you fall asleep. "I'm taking you. This doesn't make me a kid, don't worry, Y/N."

You zipped up the bag and sat on the edge of your bed, looking at the floor and taking a few minutes to process everything. Does he live with his parents? He can't have a girlfriend, right? It hasn't been long since that club night. What if someone is waiting for him?

What if someone questions you? What are you going to say? Should you just decline his offer and lie that you'll call a friend? No, Dr. Sohee suggested you be with someone; lying to him won't do you any good.

This is about you, not him. 'Just go, spend the night there, Y/N, it's just for one day.' You walked out of your apartment, switching off all the lights and locking the door. What if he left? you thought, but when the elevator doors opened, there he was with a frown on his face.

He's always frowning. "What took you so long?" he questioned. You wanted to mistake his impatience for worry, but then he sighed and bent to take the bag in his hands. "Allow me—"

"No, it's fine. I can help myself." He nodded, rolling his eyes. Fine, he really didn't bother at this point; he just wanted to go back home. It's way past Bam's dinner time, and his poor puppy is surely famished. You both took your seats and drove to his place. You closed your eyes for 15 minutes.

It was quiet, not even the radio was on. Jungkook really is a boring guy, you thought. Not once did you hear him turn on the radio; your dad is a better representative of youth than Jeon Jungkook himself.

He kept his focus on the road until the car stopped, and you opened your eyes to face a beautiful contemporary modern mansion. Well, that was expected. Looking at the doors gave you anxiety; there has to be a whole family inside. Jungkook removed his seatbelt, his eyes meeting yours.

You gave no reaction, making him think maybe you've seen his place before or something. He didn't really mind. You walked behind him as he led you to the entrance.

It was rather suspicious—why was there no doorkeeper? The Jeon Jungkook arriving back home should have 20 service workers, but no. It seems you were wrong because he used his finger to type a code, granting him access to walk inside. "Ah," you whispered to yourself. Fancy.

As you walked inside, you were met with a strange sense of gloom. A sense of loneliness, absence of presence, and a dim lobby. Where the hell are his parents and his entire bloodline? It was quite awkward to stand there and look around. Well, at least the interior of the room had luxurious comfort, sophisticated like the owner of the house himself. "Firstly, what can I get you to drink—"

Jungkook's words were cut off by a pair of loud barks that erupted from the left side of the room. As you both turned to face it, an adorable little Doberman ran towards you. "Bam—" The dog reached your leg, screaming staccato barks with courage and protectiveness towards his owner.

The bravery of the little pup was commendable; it surprised you, considering his height didn't even reach your knee, but he barked like he would eat you alive if he found you to be a danger to his keeper.

"Bammie, she's safe. Come here! She won't hurt me, boy." Never had you heard Jungkook speak to anyone or anything so kindly and softly. You never knew he had that bone in him, but he seemed close to his dog.

In fact, Jungkook was trying his hardest to whisper it only to his dog; he even spoke louder with a manly tone just so you wouldn't hear him speak softly to his pup. The dog growled as he maintained eye contact with you. Huh, this little one's guts.

Bam forced himself to walk to Jungkook as he squatted, calming down a bit under his appa's pats. You had a soft smile on your face that kept getting wider. You've always been a dog lover. You have puppies back at home.

They mean the world to you, although they don't really like talking to you, quite angry that you left them alone with the two oldies. "Sorry about him, I never really have guests," he began to apologize when it wasn't even necessary.

You squatted near the dog. "May I?" you asked the owner for permission before laying a finger on the animal. You know how irritating it is when people randomly touch your pets without your permission. Jungkook nodded. The doggie snarled, trying to intimidate you, but in fact, that only increased your desire to pet him.

You placed your soft palm on his head, caressing his thin, soft ebony fur. He calmed down fully and moved his head along with your palm, wanting you to rub him more. His actions made you giggle. Maybe the puppy love inside you had grown, and you just missed Lana and Dubi even more now.

"There, you're my friend now," you whispered to the boy who circled around your ankles for more affection while Jungkook looked at the two of you with adoration, he'd never seen anyone pet Bam before, it's always him and the caretakers.

His one night stands would always be disrespectful and shoo Bam away. Standing upright, you met Jungkook's eyes, which had softened after witnessing the scene. He held back a smile.

"You're gonna crop his ears, right?" Jungkook's eyes widened as if they would pop out of his sockets. "No, never. What made you think I would do that?" You shrugged and looked at him. "You look like the type who'd have a dog that looks rude and egoistic like his owner and.... most people do that so."

He ignored you and gestured for you to take a seat. "What would you like to drink? Coffee, tea—" "Water is just fine." He nodded, walking to the kitchen, with Bam following his appa. "Five minutes, Bam. Dinner will be ready in five. Go, sit."

Jungkook filled a glass of water himself, which was quite surprising, leaving you to look at him in disbelief. Where are his maids? When he served you the water, you accepted it with a smile before finally voicing your thoughts. "You don't have a staff of your own here?" He tilted his head,

eyes looking around. Somehow, he knew that he would be questioned about this. He's literally the CEO of Jeon Industries; it's a wonder that a wealthy man like him lives alone without stay-at-home workers offering service 24/7. "Why so, Ms. Lee? Does every rich man require helpers? Is that some sort of norm?"

He inquired, dodging your question with a smirk and a raised eyebrow while loosening his tie with his thumb, index, and middle finger. Sighing, you gave him a smile, tilting your head while you gulped down the last few drops of water from the glass that probably cost a fortune,

considering how fancy it looked. "Didn't quite imagine Mr. Jeon lives such a down-to-earth life for all that ego you carry around." That fake, sarcastic smile sat lovely on your face.

He might even— "If you'll excuse me, my dog is waiting for his dinner." "Why sure—" "By the way—" He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, suddenly remembering that you were together the whole evening. "What about your dinner? What would you like to have?" "I don't have an appetite. Thank you for asking."

"You must eat, fuck. Have you seen yourself? You don't look healthy, and ma'am decides to carry a child." The tone he used—how dare he. What is he, huh? Your boyfriend? He'd love to be, but wait, did he just call you ma'am to mock you? Oh, Jeon, you're in trouble.

"You don't get to decide for the child. What if he or she is hungry, but you're not feeding anything because you've so kindly said you have no appetite. I'm gonna cook a meal." "Excuse me?" You stood from his leather lounge sofa. "What do you mean by the way I look? Did i ask for your opinion?" This made him snigger. You're so hyper.

He guessed it was your pregnancy hormones slowly making changes internally because you got mad at the slightest thing. It was almost laughable. He looked at your eyes and rolled his own, tucking his hands back into his pockets. "You don't look healthy. It's actually very concerning. I'm not joking." He walked away toward the kitchen. You somewhat agreed with his words.

You've noticed the major weight loss, fully aware of the changes within you, and it is a serious matter. You've got to ask Dr. Sohee about this. Jungkook placed Bam's meat into his dog bowl and then patted his head to get him started. Before he prepared anything, he walked to you and spoke, "I'll guide you to the room you'll be staying in.

You can have a shower while I cook—" "While you cook? You can cook?" A blush crept up on Jungkook's cheek. He felt slightly embarrassed to admit it. No one knew about this. God, why couldn't he keep quiet? It's too late and he didn't want to order take out and wait for another hour until it arrives. "You'll see." Biting the inside of his cheek, he grabbed his bag and walked you upstairs.

He pushes open a door to the most serene room you've ever seen. The color palette—neutral shades of white, beige, grey, and a hint of pink—was simply marvelous to look at. What is this place? It's better than anything you've ever seen. "You can occupy this room. The washroom is right there, that door." Nodding at his words, he let you be, closing the doors behind him. You sat on the bed, absorbing the luxurious surroundings.

Isn't this weird? At your CEO's place? There's got to be some motive behind this. God, what is it?! You grabbed your clothes and walked into the shower. Holy shit, it's freaking huge. Your apartment and this—damn, you had one single shower, and here there's a shower for two, a massive bathtub, and what not. Is he insane? Where are the people? Why does he freaking live alone?! 'I'm off, I'm gonna take good advantage of this stay...'

Jungkook's pov

Honestly, I'm not sure what I was thinking when I invited her to stay with me. It's out of character for me, especially since I'm very protective of my personal space. Listening to her argue made me think I might just leave her to deal with things herself.

But then, I found myself explaining why it was important for her to have someone nearby, at least for the night. It's a duty and i've got no choice but to be part of this. as a gentleman. When she agreed, I felt relieved that i didn't have to argue anymore. However, sitting together in silence only heightened my nerves about the situation. Waiting for her to pack was tough too.

She took so long that I started to worry she locked herself in to avoid leaving with me. If she did, I was ready to confront her. Yet, I also felt concerned, checking my watch anxiously. It took her 15 minutes. I've never waited for anyone like that before, let alone brought someone, especially a woman, to stay at my place. But then, I realized it was her. Walking towards the elevator, the doors opened to reveal her, carrying a bag with her few belongings.

She was okay. Thank god was my first thought. How quickly life can change in just a few days. A few months ago, we were at a bar together, passionately involved. Now, here we were in my car, heading to my place to take care of... our child? It feels strange. Don't think of it that way, Jungkook.

Walking into the lobby, as usual, Bam greeted me, but today he was wary of Y/n's presence, forgetting how nervous he gets around strangers. However, when Y/n gently touched his head, all his fear seemed to melt away.

She handled him delicately, and I could see Bam was taken with her touch, just like I was. They looked good together, an unexpected sight. It was surprising to see Bam warm up to a stranger so quickly, but that's just who he is — affectionate. Offering her a glass of water led to questions about helpers and why I live alone, things I knew she would bring up.

Who wouldn't question that? But coming from Ms. Lee Y/n? If that isn't irony, I don't know what is. Arguing with her was like fine wine — the more you engage, the more frustrating it becomes. But seeing her in this state, I didn't want to escalate things, so I let it go. She's upset and has no appetite. Who needs an appetite when you're eating for two?

Does the baby have a choice? No? It already seems like she's not the most responsible mother, so how will she handle it when she's still a kid herself? I don't know her well, but from what I do know, she can be quite immature. Leading her upstairs, it seemed best to have her stay in the room closest to mine, in case of any emergencies, as the doctor suggested she shouldn't be alone, right? Back to cooking dinner, I wasn't sure what to make or what she would like, and I didn't ask. But does it really matter?

Pesto alla genovese it is then. Rolling up my sleeves, donning my brown apron,

I begin by pulling out the ingredients from the drawer and fridge, sipping on my usual green tea upon returning home. Making pesto pasta isn't too challenging—it's my go-to dinner, especially since I skipped my own meal, so a small portion will suffice. In about 20 minutes, dinner is ready. Y/n must be in her room because I hear no sounds from upstairs.

I serve the pasta in a bowl with a fork, placing it on the coffee table. I'm not going to cater to her hand and foot. "Dinner's on the table. Enjoy," I inform her after knocking on her closed door. I wait until I hear her response, which comes as, "Thanks, Mr. Jeon," accompanied by her irritating fake accent. I roll my eyes, grateful she's only here for one night.

Author's pov

You cautiously peek out of the room, but there's no sign of him. You're not very hungry, which has been the case ever since you found out about your pregnancy—quite odd for someone who always thought pregnancy was just an excuse to eat everything in sight. Despite this, Jungkook was right; your stomach is growling, so you force yourself to eat.

You make your way to the coffee table he mentioned in the TV area. There's a bowl with a fork and a glass of orange juice. Sitting down on his velvet beige couch, you pick up the bowl. It looks appetizing and feels warm, freshly prepared. The aroma of it heightened your senses, and you twirl your fork to gather a bite. Damn. The taste surprises you as it hits your tongue. Why does it taste so incredibly good?

Oh, the joys of food. It takes you less than 10 minutes to finish the entire dish, as if you hadn't had a proper meal in ages—which, technically, you haven't. You let out a deep exhale, sinking back into the couch, the lingering taste of pesto on your tongue. "No, why did I eat it so fast?" you whine to yourself, closing your eyes to savor the flavors. "I thought you had no appetite?"

Jungkook's voice startles you as you open your eyes to see him leaning against the wall, hands in the pockets of his silk black pajamas, that smug expression on his face that always irks you. "I had to eat. It would've been disrespectful not to,"

you retort, and he chuckles, approaching you. Peering into the empty bowl, not a leaf or pasta strip remains. "That bowl says otherwise," he teases. Rolling your eyes, you stand up, gathering the empty dishes to wash. "There's more pasta," he informs you, causing you to pause and turn to face him. "S-so?"

Jungkook tilts his head, smiling as he moves closer, taking the bowl in his hand. "Thought you might want seconds? Do you?" You avoid meeting his eyes, nodding with a slight pout, secretly hoping he doesn't notice your gratitude.

"C'mon," he beckons, and you follow him into the kitchen. Oh my god!!! The kitchen is stunning; you've always dreamed of having such a beautiful black kitchen, and his is exactly what you love. You find his entire home amazing. Jungkook retrieves a bowl from the refrigerator, removing the glass cover and warming the cold food in a pan. "There's a microwave right there," you point out. He glances at the microwave and back at you. "I know."

"Then use it." "Electromagnetic waves aren't healthy," he states, prompting a laugh from you as you cover your mouth, amused by his response. "What's so funny?" he asks with a puzzled look. "Why do you even have one then? Just for show?" you joke. "For the fun of it," he replies shortly, and you nod in acknowledgment, pulling out a dining chair as he transfers the pasta to a freshly cleaned bowl.

"Never did I imagine Mr. Jeon would be doing all this for me," you whisper to yourself, hoping he didn't catch your words, but he did. "Never did I either, Ms. Lee, but here we are," he replies, placing the bowl in front of you. You begin to savor the warm capellini pasta while he leans against the counter, cleaning the nonstick pan. Bam circles around his feet, leaving a smile on your face.

The silence makes him uneasy, so he glances at you, noticing your distant expression with concern. You don't want to tell him, but the shower today was difficult—

the sight of spotting of the blood frightened you. And you want to thank this man somehow, but you're unsure how. "Doesn't taste good anymore?" he questions, and you turn to look at him before returning your gaze to the pasta, your appetite suddenly gone. "No, not really. I..."

You hesitate for a moment before smiling. "Thank you for helping me. I-I appreciate it," you manage to say. Jungkook nods and offers a brief smile that quickly fades. He doesn't like smiling in situations like these. "I had to help anyway," he states, making you pause.

Is he forcing himself into this, or does he genuinely want to help? "Had to" doesn't sound very sincere. Letting it go, you continue eating, hunger naturally returning to you. "If you need anything, feel free to shout. My room is right here, okay?" "Sure," you reply, rolling your eyes and heading into the room, locking the door behind you. Jungkook scoffs but follows suit, lying on the bed after switching on the night lamp. He gazes up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts.

He's just a wall away from you. There's nothing wrong with that, but it feels strange. Thinking about who you are... If this isn't weird, then what is? "Damn life," he mutters, turning onto his side to face the window, gazing at the dark sky lit up by city lights and the moon.

He tends to overthink, just like you. You're hugging your plushie, staring out the window too. The bed is comfortable, the atmosphere peaceful with soft lighting, yet your mind is suffocated by the worst scenarios you can imagine regarding your baby.

What if there's no baby? What if the blood meant something serious days ago? What if there's a major complication? What if this is all your fault? What if this was your only chance to be a mom, and it's slipping away... Tears stream down your face once again when you remember hearing the soft heartbeats of your child the other day.

You bury your head in the silk pillow, sobbing loudly, clutching the soft toy tightly to your chest. Both of you had a rough night, struggling to sleep, but eventually, you do because there's simply no other choice...

In the morning, both of you prepared for the day ahead. By 7 a.m., Bam's caretaker and the other helpers were already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast as Jungkook had instructed them the previous night to make enough for two. You both walk down the stairs together, Jungkook insisting that you eat breakfast before leaving the house. You sat at the dining table, a plate in front of you.

Maya, the cook, was visibly surprised to see you up and about at this early hour, something she hadn't witnessed in her three years working for Jungkook. She silently speculated about the reason behind this change. Petting Bam affectionately, you chuckled as he playfully circled around you. "I'll come visit you one day, alright?"

Jungkook glanced at both of you and cleared his throat, breaking the moment. "Shall we get going?" You nodded, bidding Bam farewell with a wave before taking the passenger seat in Jungkook's car as he drove you to the hospital. Despite his calm exterior, Jungkook felt the tension building inside him, mirroring your own nervousness. Though he had no personal connection to you or the child, he sensed an unexplainable concern.

The wait for the nurse to call you in was terrifying. Jungkook observed your nervous habits, like knuckle-breaking and lip-biting, as you tried to release your stress. "Ms. Lee Yn?" "Yes." "Come in." Inside, Jungkook checked with you if you preferred privacy or if he could stay. You didn't mind his presence, so he remained by your side.

"Morning, Yn, please take a seat," Dr. Sohee said, glancing at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow. "So, Y/n, how were you last night? Okay, or?" "I was fine. I just had a tough time overthinking," you replied, stealing a glance at Jungkook, who did the same. "So, which was why you had to be with someone? Panicking would've made things worse. Alright,"

Dr. Sohee straightened her back and placed her elbows on the table, adjusting her glasses. "We need to do a pelvic test and a scan, so if you would join me?" You stood from the chair and followed her to the examination area, while Jungkook's eyes remained fixed on the white curtain that conceal his view of you.

The doctor conducted the scan first to check the placenta for any signs of separation or miscarriage. Her eyebrows furrowed as she scrutinized the monitor and moved the ultrasound probe over your abdomen.

You couldn't interpret the black and white images, but the doctor's serious expression made you anxious. "What's wrong, Doctor?" She sighed and wiped off the gel from your abdomen, proceeding to the pelvic test to check for ovarian cysts or infections. She remained silent, heightening your anxiety with each passing moment. "I'll explain," she finally said.

You both returned to your seats, and Jungkook watched your face intently for any signs of distress, finding none. Dr. Sohee removed her glasses and placed them on the table before speaking. "Firstly... best wishes to you; the baby is completely fine."

You let out the biggest exhale of your life, tears welling up in your eyes. You covered your face with your hands, taking a moment to absorb the news you had longed to hear for days, feeling like you had waited years for this moment. Jungkook exhaled too, nodding his head and offering a brief smile.

"Happy for you, really happy." You nodded in agreement, wiping away the tears that had stained your silk top. So hee smiled sympathetically at both you and Jungkook, retrieving a pen to jot down some notes. "Here's my analysis: due to your hormonal imbalance,

drugs and the challenges it presents, your body is adjusting slowly to pregnancy. This imbalance may have weakened you physically, contributing to the stress-induced bleeding. Stress increases these issues, so it's crucial to rest, eat well, and manage your weight loss. You must eat three meals daily, stay hydrated, and avoid stress at all costs. Understood?"

You nodded again, taking in her words as Jungkook accepted the prescription she handed over. You thanked her sincerely, and she responded with a gentle chuckle, which you echoed in relief.

"I don't encourage frequent scans during pregnancy due to the waves that are not very healthy for the unborn baby so i'll meet you for your 5 and 6 month scan then." "of course, Dr. Thank you very much." 'always welcome." Exiting the room, Jungkook suggested you wait in the car while he fetched the medications. Leaning back in your seat, you took deep breaths, gently caressing your growing bump. "Didn't I tell you that you'll be fine? See, you're absolutely okay, baby,"

you whispered reassuringly to the little life inside you, finding comfort in speaking to your unborn child. Jungkook returned with the vitamins after about five minutes, clicking his tongue before speaking. "You don't have to work. Let's get you home—"

"What? No, I will work. You can't stop me," you interjected firmly. 'Here we go again', Jungkook thought, leaning back and closing his eyes. "You were advised to rest, not work." "But how could I just not work? I can't stay at home doing nothing." "I'll take care of your expenses," Jungkook offered, to which you gaped in surprise, questioning his sincerity. "I can pay for them myself, Jungkook. This is—insane. I need to work. You can't just say that—"

Turning fully to face him, you expressed your frustration, pointing accusingly at him while he listened quietly, avoiding confrontation. "I've made my final decision. Either you work from home or not." "Jungkook, I'm fine. I can't stay in my apartment for months. Working at the office gives me peace—" "How are you going to hide the bump? Ever thought about that?" he interrupted, both of you glancing down at your growing belly. Frustration rushed through him, evident in the tension of his neck and the reddening of his ears.

"Now's the time for major changes. You can't be stressing out too—" "What? Afraid that your reputation would be tarnished because of this?" you retorted sharply, catching him off guard. He stared at you, taken aback by your accusation. Lately, he hadn't even considered his reputation, especially while assisting you these past few days. If reputation had mattered, he wouldn't have helped you at all. "Y/n?" His eyes started to redden with anger.

Realizing he needed to calm down before losing control, he forcefully hit his arm against the steering wheel, causing you to flinch. He hated assumptions and false allegations, not driven by his name or reputation at this point but genuinely caring—couldn't you see that? "For heaven's sake, I'm just concerned and helping you out," he insisted, but you responded with a sly smile. "I don't believe what I see most of the time—"

"I'm not doing you a favor, Y/n. I'm genuinely helping you, so let me!" he spoke loudly, unbuttoning his coat and a few shirt buttons, his anger constricting his chest. Knowing exactly how to provoke him, you crossed your arms defiantly. "Fine then!" "I'm taking you to my place!" he declared suddenly, his words catching you off guard. "What?!" You looked at him, stunned.

"Did you not hear the doctor? I'm sure you did." he thought a bit to himself and sighed, decided to ask you calmly. if you say no then it's a no, he won't force you for more. "Do you want to be at my place?" Jungkook asked, making eye contact. Despite his flaring anger, his eyes conveyed genuine concern and a promise to care for you.

After a long moment of silent understanding, you nodded, signaling your acceptance of his offer. It was an unusual situation, filled with unspoken words between you both. He had no obligation to help you, yet he did. Perhaps it was a spark of something in him, driving his actions, even though he seemed conflicted. As you both locked eyes, it was clear, he had as much chaos in his mind as you did, if not more.

"Are you sure about this? I'm not forcing you. I could drop you at your place and—""I'm sure." And with that decision made, neither of you could predict how dramatically things would unfold from here.

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starwarsmum · 2 months ago

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Onto the next chapter of Introducing: Mousinette! Finally we see Marinette arrive in Gotham ❤️ there is a panic attack depicted in this chapter. It isn't intense, but it's there

As the Easter break approached, Marinette was snowed under by her tests and commissions. She apologised to Barbara but wasn't able to keep up with their weekly chats. She had a conditional offer for her university of choice and she had to get the appropriate grades. She promised that she would catch up with the other woman as soon as she was free but, for now, she was under more than enough pressure.

Marinette slept for 36 hours straight when the final test was complete, and the final commission boxed and sent to the buyer. When she eventually awoke, she was hungry, bleary and wanted to crawl back into bed to sleep for another 36. Unfortunately, Penny and Jagged had made plans to stop by that day and Marinette had promised to be available and not half-dead for the visit so she had to shower and make herself presentable.

“Lil M! It feels like forever since we saw you last, how's my favourite little rocker?” Jagged's voice boomed as he caught sight of her. She grinned and snuggled into a hug from Penny, making him cry out in mock outrage. “We were just talking to your parents about our plans for your break, Rockette.”

“Oh?” She was only mildly interested in the plans, as she knew her parents had asked her to keep her schedule free to help more in the bakery now that she didn't have the BAC breathing down her neck. “I hope they involve plenty of rest, seeing as I still feel like I haven't slept in a week.”

“Well, there will be plenty of time to sleep on the plane!” Penny said brightly, making Marinette pull away from her sharply. “Ah-ah,” she admonished, shushing Marinette before she could start bombarding them with questions. “Your parents agree that you've more than earned a holiday, which is why you haven't been allowed to take on any new clients, and your parents asked you to keep your schedule clear.”

“We knew you wouldn't do it unless you had another obligation, Marinette,” Tom said mournfully, regretful that they had had to trick their daughter. “We are more than capable of keeping the bakery running without you, and Penny and Jagged offered to take you to see your new university during the trip.”

“I don't even know if I passed yet!” Marinette exclaimed, throwing her hands up. It was only token resistance, she knew that if they had taken the time to work with her parents then there was no way she wasn't going. “How long do I have to pack?”

“Well, the jet leaves in 4 hours-” Marinette cut Jagged off with a screech, launching herself back upstairs without another word. The adults stood around chortling as they waited patiently for her to re-emerge with her suitcase. When she came back down half an hour later, pink suitcase and carry-on in tow, he continued as though there had been no interruption. “-and as we don't have to fly commercial, there'll be plenty of time for you to tell your little friends that you won't be available,” he finished smugly.

“Maman, Papa, thank you so much,” Marinette squeezed them both tightly, promising to keep them updated while she traveled. They parted tearfully, but Marinette was also excited to see where she might be living in half a year's time. “I can't believe you didn't tell me, I have no idea if I packed everything I'll need.”

“Anything you don't have, we can pick up for you,” Penny reassured her. “Besides, it's only for 2 weeks, and we have a pretty packed schedule ready for you.”

“Wait, does Barbara know?” Marinette asked excitedly. When Penny confirmed that it would be a surprise for her too, Marinette squealed and immediately began planning what she would wear to meet the young woman. Penny eyed her carefully, noting the light flush to her skin and the over-bright sheen to her eyes. She knew Marinette had a good head on her shoulders, but also that she had a tendency to let her heart lead her, which didn't always end well.

Choosing to shelve that problem for later, Penny allowed Marinette to babble excitedly about everything from the architecture she had seen in pictures of Gotham, to the latest red carpet fashions. The nervous excitement kept Marinette bouncing in her seat during the flight, and whenever Penny and Jagged closed their own eyes to get some rest, she pulled out her sketchbook to jot down new ideas.

When they eventually touched down, it was late evening in Gotham, meaning that Marinette's parents would be getting up soon to start their morning bakery routine. She fired off several messages to confirm that she was safe and sound in Gotham, unsurprised when only her parents messaged back.

They trudged to the Rolling-Stone’s apartment, Marinette yawning and bleary-eyed. The adults promptly sent her to bed, saying they would wake her at a reasonable hour to discuss their next plans. She sleepily demanded that seeing Barbara be a priority, as she was supposed to be having a video call with the woman the following evening anyway. Only once they had agreed, did she allow them to prod her into the room that would be hers for the next 2 weeks.

She was asleep almost before she had fully laid down, Tikki settling into the crook of her neck.

_ _ _

Barbara Gordon was used to long nights, being the main coordinator of the bat-family’s nightly activities. At 32 years old, she had seen her share of horrors and continued wanting to make a difference to their city. She was used to spending her days catching up on some sleep, before assisting the GCPD with cold cases so that she could afford everything she wanted.

When Penny Rolling had contacted her to help out with a budding designer's website, she had been intrigued. She had then proceeded to look for as much information as possible about the girl, not wanting to go into the agreement blind. She hadn't expected to find out about Parisian superheroes as part of her research, but she took it in stride as much as she was able.

Then she had met Marinette and immediately felt a protectiveness that defied logic. The girl was clearly competent, clever and driven, something Barbara appreciated, but there had been an underlying sense of vulnerability, which had ignited motherly instincts she hadn't known she possessed. She often wondered if this was how Bruce felt when he adopted yet another stray vigilante. It certainly explained why the manor was always overrun.

She had been relieved to find out that the ‘Hawkmoth situation’, as Marinette called it, was long resolved, and that she didn't need to worry about her brand new sister being caught up in attacks anymore. She had enough sibling-figures that threw themselves into danger with reckless abandon, thank-you-very-much.

On this particular evening, the Bat-boys were needling her for information about her sudden acquisition of not 1, not 2 but 3 MDC original pieces. They were green with envy, none of them having been successful at locating Jagged Stone’s now famous designer (because she would not allow them to crack her firewalls, she was the Oracle for a reason) and so they had taken to trying to trick information out of her.

“C’mon O, you know I've been a Jagged fan since the beginning. Our first date was at one of his concerts! We know she's French, we know he thinks of her as family, but how did you get ahead of us on the waitlist for a commission?”

Barbara snorted, keeping it to herself that she had deliberately asked Marinette to hold off on accepting the commissions the boys had sent her. The girl was strangely accepting of the request, stating something about knowing what it was like to tease a sibling-figure. She refused to elaborate, but Barbara wasn't too concerned - Marinette had a lot of friends, lots of them probably felt like family at this point.

“Can we keep the line clear, Nightwing?” Came Bruce's exasperated voice. “Oracle, how is the situation at the dock progressing?”

“Looks like you should be good to engage, they just swapped a couple of briefcases. I have some decent photos of the exchange, lovely and clear. I doubt this politician expected to have this much scrutiny, he's not even covering that very distinctive mole of his.” Being a corrupt official was bad enough - a sloppy corrupt official? It was like he wanted to be caught.

A couple of hours later, Barbara signed off of comms, intending to get a better night's sleep before she had her catch up with Marinette the following day. It felt like it had been months, rather than weeks, since she had spoken with the girl, and she missed her.

When she awoke the next morning, she had a message from Penny, who had apparently landed the day before and wanted to crash the video chat that night. Barbara's two favourite civilians, available on the same evening? Not just a ‘yes’, but a ‘hell yes’. She smiled as she tidied up her living space, knowing that Penny would want to stop for dinner after the call.

She got a response saying that Jagged had other plans that evening, so she found the details for her favourite local takeaway. She was just putting away her work when her phone lit up with messages from Dick. She was about to open them when her doorbell sounded.

After doing a visual and auditory check that it was, in fact, Penny Rolling at her door, she buzzed her up to the apartment. Once bitten, twice shy and all that. So she was instantly on high alert when she heard hushed voices making their way to her door. She grabbed her safety bat from the stand beside the door, and prepared to depress her emergency beacon.

As the door swung open, she leveled her bat at the two women who appeared, which made the smaller one almost drop the boxes she was carrying. Penny cried out in alarm, pushing herself between the two and shouting for calm. After a minute or two’s confusion, everyone had calmed down enough for Barbara to recognize Marinette.

“Well, I guess that means you're surprised?” Penny said into the strained silence. Marinette frowned at her, before dropping in front of Barbara and catching her eye. “I'm sorry Babs, I didn't think bringing Mari would be a problem, I just wanted to do a nice surprise for you-”

“Penny, could you take the boxes to the table and let Jagged know we made it safe?” Marinette interjected, smiling up reassuringly at the older woman. Once Penny gave a jerky nod and went through to the other room, Marinette dropped her voice. “It's okay, Babs, you're okay. Whatever you're seeing right now, it isn't real. Can you feel my hand? It's on your arm right now. Maybe you can remind me what perfume I chose today, I'm so scatterbrained.”

“Y- you smell like strawberries,” Barbara said in a strangled voice. “Strawberries and flour.”

“That's great,” Marinette continued, flashing a beam at the woman. “Can you tell me what you're thinking right now?”

“That I'm a grown woman and I'm having a panic attack,” she bit back a hysterical laugh. “I'm so sorry, I don't- I don't get surprise visitors. The last time someone came by unannounced I ended up in this chair.”

“Oh, my God, Babs, I'm so sorry,” Marinette's voice strained with tears, her comforting hand starting to shake slightly. “I had no idea, or I would have emailed you last night when I landed. Tell me what I can do to help you, please.”

Barbara took several deep breaths and fought to bring her heart rate down. She could hear Penny speaking tearfully to someone on the phone, probably Jagged. She startled again when Penny reappeared in front of her, holding her phone out.

“Babs, are you okay?” Dick's voice came through the line and Barbara started to feel grounded again. She let out a semi-hysterical hiccup and he carried on. “Do you need me to come to you? Or do you want to come here? You'll never guess who showed up here, Babs! Jagged Stone! Did you know Bruce knows him?”

“Dick, you knew that he knows him,” Barbara laughed. She wiped the remaining tears out of her eyes and glanced at Penny. “And let me guess, you're using his phone right now?”

“I totally am,” Dick said gleefully, and Barbara could almost imagine him sitting on the edge of a sofa, his knees bouncing up and down. “ And he said that he can get me an in with his designer! So now you won't be the only one with an MDC original!”

They had a very short conversation before they handed the respective phones back. Penny and Jagged had another quick conversation and they decided it would be better if everyone was together, so Dick was coming to pick the three up.

Marinette immediately began to fret that she hadn't baked enough, eyeing Barbara’s kitchen thoughtfully before deciding she simply didn't have time. “I'll have to make more next time,” she shrugged, making Barbara laugh, which made her beam back at the woman.

When Dick showed up, he immediately introduced himself to Penny, squealing that he recognised her from Jagged's tour photos. Then he spotted Marinette and did a double take. Barbara could see him eyeballing the black hair/blue eye combo and wondering if it was too late to rescind the offer to take them to dinner.

“Dick, this is Marinette, she's like my French little sister,” Barbara said, beaming up at Marinette. She gave a subdued ‘hello’, no doubt still feeling guilty for sending Barbara into a panic attack. “Penny introduced us when Mari needed help with something, but we decided to stay in touch.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Dick, Babs has told me a lot about you. I'm sorry you had to come to get us after we frightened her,” Marinette said, looking down as her feet fidgeted. Barbara and Dick exchanged a look, communicating wordlessly. Barbara felt her heart twang as she rolled towards her.

“Listen, Mari, it's okay. You're a teenager who had no idea what I've been through, because I never told you. And Penny, I assume you forgot because you don't visit often, so I get it. I'm sure it won't happen again,” she ended gently, piling boxes of baked goods onto her lap to help move them to the car. “Now come on, we might as well get back to what I'm sure is a very eventful evening with Jagged Stone.”

They filled the car with mindless chatter, Marinette and Penny talking about things they'd seen in Paris, reminiscing the time Penny had been akumatised in Marinette's bakery, or when Fang had turned into a dragon. Dick kept shooting Barbara incredulous looks, but she only shrugged and asked light questions. She would have to explain it in more detail later, but maybe they'd bring it up at dinner.

As they pulled up to the manor, Marinette's eyes widened visibly. She turned and looked at Dick, looking bewildered at his very casual, almost disheveled looking attire. Penny laughed aloud, nudging Marinette until she closed her mouth with a snap.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 5

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Tesoro

My collection has added a new member to its roaster, a fat pig that's in denial of being a fat pig. It's so entertaining to see someone capable of stuffing themselves for hours on the most decadent of foods just to react as if nothing happened.

And while my enjoyment of Roronoa's obliviousness has been good, It’s time to see his reaction to facing the facts. Of course, there is no reason to mess with his learning so far, so I made sure he had enough incentives to reinforce those ideas.

I used my abilities to amplify his appetite through the first few weeks of his time here, but with the increasing size of meals, his stomach has grown used to the massive portions. Now and then I had to help him, and by this point, his body was craving food constantly without my help.

Getting him used to overeating is just a part of the puzzle, of course, what he ate was also a big reason why he got to this point. There are ingredients in this world with high concentrations or chemicals that the human body can absorb even after cooking them thoroughly. From the meat of the Galula bird, which stores fat rapidly from the low meals it gets as a way of survival, to the syrup of the Alubarna cactus, which stores incredible amounts of liquids from a few drops of water per year. They all produce side effects on the body after being consumed in the right amounts.

Unbeknown to Roronoa, he has been eating these types of ingredients for a while now, and by the marks on the back of his pants, I can tell the cactus syrup is doing its job of making his ass self-lubricate.

The other chemicals in the food will show signs of helping him in due time. For now, I just need him to continue indulging in the food.

As I enter the Greenhouse, I hear slurps, groans, and moans in the distance. Oh, this is going to be good. I stroll through the zoo, hearing him make a pig of himself and basking in the pleasure of a full stomach. Edging on, with my toy inside him, desperately trying to cum without avail, using that energy to fill himself even more.

When I finally got to his cage, I was surprised. He’s hunching over the trough, eating like his life depends on it, but most outstanding of all, I found him just as he is cumming against the trough’s front. Has this idiot found out how to cum from a full stomach before even touching his dick?

I laugh at his display, then he hears me, and his head turns towards me. His eyes are wide open, all the color of his face flushed away to suddenly re-emerge all red with embarrassment.

“Ready to admit you are nothing but a pig?”

He gets away from the trough, pulls his pants back up, and replies, “I'm not a pig!”

He looks at me defiantly once he is fully clothed and back on his feet.

“There is the trough. I told you I couldn't eat the whole thing, even if I wanted to,” Roronoa said.

I glance at the trough. It’s almost empty, but food is still there.

“You were so close to finishing it, though,” I say mockingly.

“It doesn't matter. As long as there is food on the trough, I prove my point,” he said with a smile.

“You were right,” I replied.

His smug grin grows, but it goes away as soon as I say, “Then you won't mind coming back to my office as a wall trophy, won't you?”

He stays quiet, looking at me evaluating his options.

“No more troughs of food since you don't need it. After all, you are a determined and disciplined pirate hunter.”

“Don't pretend like I have a choice on the matter. You will only do whatever you want,”

He looked straight into my eyes and added, “But if I had to choose, of course, I wouldn't want to go into that wall,”

With a chuckle, I replied, “Then don't worry Roronoa, I will keep you here,”

He looked surprised, and I continued “Since you proved me wrong, see this as a price. I will let you stay here as you want, but mark my word. The longer you stay here, the more you will turn into a pig,”

“Tell yourself that if you want, but I already proved my point,”

He turns to the bed on the other end of the cage. While he walked there, I noticed a large dark spot marked on the back of his pants. The Alubarna cactus syrup was affecting him more than I had anticipated.

Checking on the side panel of the cage, I ran through the ingredients used for his meal. I accidentally doubled the quantity of cactus syrup in his food. No wonder he’s so drippy. His ass must be pouring enough lubrication to fill a bottle of lube per hour.

While it’s entertaining to see him devolve into the hog I know he is, I can't deny it makes me frustrated to see him pleasuring himself without me taking some part of it. Looking into the values of the cactus syrup gives me an idea, I will leave them as they are. He will need that lubrication after all.

I throw one of my rings at him, which changes into a string of gold that slits its way to him. As soon as he noticed, he recoiled in the cage. There is no point in running away, and he should know it by now. The golden string climbs his leg and enters his pants through the open fly while he tries to get it off him.

“What are you doing? Where is that thing going?”

He pushes his pants down to reveal a brand-new cock cage. Then, a golden cock emerges from the floor of the cage.

“I noticed you learned how to cum on your own, and since you will be here all alone and bored, this will keep you busy,” I said, pointing at the thing standing proudly on the floor.

“What does any of that have to do with these things?”

“That cage makes your dick more useless than it already was, and that dildo will help you to figure out how to come through your ass. Look at it as a new learning experience while you wait,”

“It doesn't make anything clearer. What do you expect me to do with that?”

“Be creative Zoro, and that reminds me, you won't be able to use the dildo with that plug still inside you,”

With another movement of my hand, the plug on his butt starts to change.

“Those are anal beads. They can give deeper stimulation. I’m sure you will get used to them,”

He grunts and tries to see what happened behind his back while I turn around and start to walk away.

“You can't just leave like this! You golden dick-obsessed maniac,” he yells.

“Of course I can, you said it. I will do whatever I want. Have fun,” I said with a maniacal laugh before exiting the zoo.

Zoro

The golden bastard got here at the worst moment. After the two hours passed he found me mid-climax, head deep into the trough. Thankfully, he believed my lie about eating just part of the first trough. He even kept me in this cage instead of the wall.

It would be an improvement to my current situation if not for the “cock cage” wrapped around my dick. If that wasn't enough, the plug that kept most of my butt juice in place has turned into an “anal bead,” and my ass is free to drip like a faucet. There is also the “dildo” now adorning the cage, but I'm not going to think about it if possible.

Regardless of all these things, what that gold idiot doesn't know is that I cummed all I needed for the time being. While he returns to his office thinking he can play around with me, all I have to do is sit back, relax, and wait for this to be over.

If only it were that simple. For the rest of the day, I tried in vain to rest, but the heat inside of me kept roaring. It could be the occasional vibration from the beads or the constant temptation of the food, but I pace around the cage, desperately trying to figure out a way to relieve this repressed energy.

Hours later, my stomach demanded food. I tried to will myself not to eat as much, but between the hunger and lust filling me, the battle was lost before it began. I ended up filling myself to the brim, and yet my craving for release was still unfulfilled. There is something else I’m missing.

While every animal in the zoo was deep in sleep, all I could do was rub my distended stomach while hoping I could devise a plan for tomorrow.

The next morning, I’m awoken by the sunlight shining through the glass panels of the greenhouse. Most of my morning is spent trying to find a way to solve my trapped dick problem. I could try again to eat myself into cumming, but I choose not to.

For some reason, I think the key to this situation is the dildo, and as much as I want to ignore it, I can't get the words of Tesoro out of my head.

“That dildo will help you to figure out how to come through your ass”

Is it even possible for a man to come with something like this? Ever since the beginning, Tesoro seems to find entertainment in seeing me struggle with concepts he deems simple. First were the massages, then the gourmet food, and now it's this. In all those moments he still wanted me to figure it out eventually. Maybe he is telling the truth, and this dildo could get me over the edge.

I get closer to the dildo, pointing up from the floor, trying to figure out how to use it until I feel a vibration inside me. an idea pops into my head instantly.

My feet stand apart from one another as the golden dildo rests directly under me. The liquid from my ass falls on top of the golden object as I slowly crouch, getting my asscheeks closer to the tip of the dildo.

This will be the first time I have control over how this part of me gets stimulated. The massages at Tesoro’s table or the plug he makes me wear usually do as they please, without much of my input. Having control over this makes me feel more at ease. I can always pull out and try something else.

I continued to lower myself until the tip touched my skin. The cold material makes me shudder. It's still shocking to think anyone could cum from doing this, but after all I’ve been through here, I'm willing to believe anything.

The dildo was bigger than the plug, so I felt it opening its way in. When the head finally makes it inside I have to hold a whimper. As it continues, filling every nook and cranny of my ass, an electric current runs up my spine.

I go slow, letting my butt adapt but it caught up fast, maybe from all the liquid leaking from my it or the plug stretching me for this long. In any case, I could feel the golden dildo stimulate me to a whole new level.

Inch by inch, the dildo disappears between my cheeks until I feel it clashing against something. Upon contact, the anal beads Tesoro left inside me release a static shock as they vibrate violently. The sensation makes me lose balance and I drop to the floor, getting fully impaled by the golden dildo. I can't stop a yelp from escaping after that. Not only is the dildo fully inside me, but the electricity of the beads makes me see stars.

I instinctively pull myself up. when my buttcheeks are no longer grasping the floor, the vibrations and electricity stop. Something else reacted when I pulled out; the stamps Tesoro got on my nipples moved slightly. Pulling myself slowly off the dildo made the stamps come back to life. They pinched and sucked my nipples the more I pulled out. The sensation was new and electric, but when the head of the dildo was out of me, the stamps stopped moving.

I caught my breath for a second and thought of what just happened. Is this what sex feels like? I only know it's supposed to feel good, and while the idea of a dildo making me weak to my knees is a bit odd, I can't deny what is making me feel now.

I could get back to bed now, ignore the craving inside me, and pretend this is not happening. But what kind of man would I be to back down from a challenge?

Determined to bring myself to cum, I drill the dildo back into me. The pleasure increases the faster I move, but I'm missing the shock from before. It stung, sure, but the pleasure it left afterward was undeniable. So I brace myself and dive completely into it.

Before long, I was in a steady rhythm up and down, riding the dildo. This is working better than I expected. The electricity building inside my ass makes my knees tremble while the pleasure rushing from my nipples makes me moan.

Sweat rolls from my brow as I speed up, pursuing that rush from the dildo and the stamps. My blood boils, my ass shoots me with so much pleasure all I see is white. Even then, my nose catches the scent of food, and I know what I need to make this perfect. As I feel the heat of my body simmer into a boil, my hands reach into the trough, grabbing whatever they can. A piece of meat makes it into my mouth, its juice dripping into my chest as I fully collapse on the dildo.

The shock from the dildo mixed with the taste of the food made me boil over. My body spazzed wildly, moans escaping me while my ass contracted around the golden dildo. Thick liquid gushes all over the floor while the feeling of the raw climax continues. It kept going longer than any other orgasm I have experienced before. My moan grows so loud the animals around my cage get spooked, and before long, the whole zoo is in uproar.

After that, I stood up only to collapse on the bed. My dick remained trapped in its cage, my cheeks were glossy with thick butt juice, all of my body reeking from the workout of a lifetime, and yet I was strangely satisfied. I felt the same post-workout glow as I did pumping iron on Sunny. It helped me to finally get a full night of sleep.

The next five days were spent mastering this new way of dealing with my needs. I would mix the pleasure from the dildo, the nipple stamps, the anal beads, and the food to constantly relieve myself. By the next time Tesoro came back to see me at the cage, everything was saturated with the smell of cum, ass juice, food, and sweat.

His steps are audible from afar. Luckily, I “cleaned” around the cage before he arrived, using the water of the last trough refill. So, I waited for him to arrive at my bed, rubbing my stuffed belly from my last meal.

He stepped in front of the cage looking at me with his usual grin. After some taps on the screen beside the cage, he asked, “Ready to admit you are a pig?”

“Not even close,” I replied.

He laughed before saying, “How can you lay back in your pen, with a belly full of food, and say that with a straight face?

I just shrug at him with a smile.

“Oh Roronoa, I was surprised to see the infamous pirate hunter fall to indulgence so easily. The first day when you ate the two troughs of food, I thought it was just a slip of yours. But after these past two days of endless hedonism? I had to come here and see it with my own eyes,” he said.

“You knew?!” I replied.

“Of course, if the hundreds of Den Den Mushis were not enough,”

He taps the screen beside the cage and adds, “These panels carry all of the data of the animals inside them, including but not limited to the number of refills you had on a day,”

I stay silently looking at him, his grin made every cell in my body enraged. This bastard knew what I was doing from day one and still acted dumb just to see me as a fool? While I got off on the dildo, or when I ate trough after trough of food, even when I covered my tracks in case he came back. What is his problem?

“Would you like to hear how many pounds of meat you had yesterday? I was shocked when I saw the number,” he said mockingly.

“What do you want? I'm sure you didn't just come here to mock me,”

“You want to cut down the chase? Perfect! Say it then, admit I was right,”

I look at him defiantly and reply, “Not happening,”

He shrugged, moving to the panel before adding, “The pig that wants to be a real man. As a merciful man, I will help you. After all, Gran Casino is the place to make dreams come true,”

“Quit talking in riddles.”

“You can stay here all you want, but the amount of food you get will be limited. You would go mad in a few days if I did regular human portions. Since I'm merciful, I will give you slightly bigger portions than the average person.”

“Pfft, I have survived in the worst conditions. I don't even need extra.”

“That was before. Now you are more in tune with your true self, as a needy, hungry, pig,”

He moved closer to the door of the cage and said with a wide grin, “The only way I will take you back to my office with the endless supply of food is if you admit you are nothing but a hog. Until then, enjoy your stay here, pirate hunter. Who knows, maybe you will prove wrong this time around.

His demented laughter drowned the zoo. It was drumming in my ears until he finally exited the place.

If he thinks I will break so easily just from a small cut in rations, he is mistaken. Even after months of excess eating under Tesoro’s pressure, I'm still a seasoned and hardened swordsman. The past few days are just a slip-up. Next time he shows his face here, I will show him what I'm made of.

The first day I was restless as always, my stomach rumbled shortly after my first meal. I tried to distract myself by getting off with the dildo but without the food to accompany it, the sensation pales in comparison. The feeling of fullness in my ass now felt dull without something to munch in my mouth. That didn't stop me from trying, the constant energy inside of me continued to grow with the days and so did my desperate attempts to get off. I would pull harder on the nipple stamps, push against the dildo hoping it would go just a bit deeper, and even try to break the dick cage, but everything was in vain.

My stomach is constantly hungry now, begging me for more food at every hour. During the first few days whenever the trough activated to deliver me a meal, I would be so hungry I devour it in a few bites. After two days of doing that, I have resorted to slowly going through my three meals, savoring every little piece of them. Cheap ass Tesoro, Grand king of frauds can't pay for a miserable fourth meal a day.

Soon, I realized I craved something to chew on for most of the day. I got by by keeping the small bones of the meat in my mouth for a while.

One of the days I tried to bring myself to climax, curiosity took the best of me. I really shouldn't have done it, but a part of me missed the messages from Tesoro’s table, in retrospect no one's taken care of me like that before. I was always on my own, even on the ship I was mostly in the training room.

That's how I ended up massaging myself. I raised my legs, trying to get easier access to my butt, getting my fingers inside, and reaching the same places the golden hands touched. My attempts helped in releasing stress but also made me more horny than before. When I was finished I put my hand on my face in defeat and was hit with the thick fluid that now drenches my ass. I wiped it in disgust but some of it landed on my lips, as I tried to get it off I couldn't prevent myself from tasting it.

It was oddly sweet, with a tangy aftertaste. Not what I was expecting of something coming off my ass. But after some thought, it's not so bad. I mean it's only natural to lick a cut once it's bleeding. Then I noticed the dildo again, the thing was coated most of the day with this liquid, I wondered if it tasted the same.

The quietness of the zoo got me like this. In any other circumstance I would have run away from this line of thought, but with nothing to do for hours, any idea becomes a good one to try out. I get down to the dildo’s level and see the thick coat of butt juice dripping from it. I brace myself for a moment before putting the tip of my tongue on it.

It's sweet as well. The metal of the dildo gives it an extra something I can't put my finger on, something magnetic, whatever it is, I stayed absent-mindedly licking at the pole until it was clean.

The only sounds I heard within the cage were made by me or the animals in the other cages. In the silence I started to rationalize with myself, Things like how hungry I am, or how I wouldn't be so used to eating these huge servings if not for Tesoro. I've been on his ship for roughly a month and a half, no wonder my stomach has gotten used to being full twenty-four-seven. But… he wasn't here at the cage when I ate trough after trough of food, he let me make my own choices, and I still choose to eat. I put my hands over my stomach with the extra heft that has formed since I arrived here. All of this… belly is in part my doing, not his.

My nights are filled with me rolling around the bed, hearing the roaring of my insides. I expected my stomach to adapt to the new portions but every day I feel increasingly desperate for food. My days become a haze of trying again and again to get off, cleaning the dildo off from my ass juice, eating the miserable, tiny, small meals I get, and trying to keep my strengths for the next time Tesoro shows up here.

How is the rest of the crew doing? Sometimes, the sounds of the animals distort in the dark of night and they almost sound like their snores. When they come back and see me like this, would they mind? Will they assume I got this soft out of pressure? or out of my own weakness. Can I pursue my dreams? Damn, help my captain pursue his dream? If I'm not able to keep myself strong in the face of this trial?

I know he is keeping me here as a prisoner, the bastard is an egocentric maniac with a god complex. But I didn't have it so bad under his care. Even when the idea of bending the knee for him makes me want to bite my tongue off, I can't deny that the idea of going back to his office is becoming less egregious as the days roll by.

The rumbling of my gut becomes a grim reminder of my excess in the last days. If I had just left that damn food alone, I wouldn't be in this much pain. The few moments when my stomach is satiated are my only solace, and while I know food is also the reason my body clutches in pain, I make the mental note that from now on, any chance to avoid these hunger pangs will be my priority.

After years of dedication, how could I allow myself to be perverted by such simple things? A piece of meat or a slice of cake is all it takes to get me out of commission? What a joke.

The haze of hunger and lust clouds my eyes for the following days. Time passes with me waiting beside the trough, cursing every second I wasn't satisfied, or riding the dildo trying to scratch that itch inside of me.

Like my appetite, my butt juice production has increased since I got into this cage. Now my butt gushes liquid all over the place; the sweet scent of it saturates the air and drowns me. At first, I tried to clean it the best I could, but now I just let it pool all over the place. It’s going to get like that anyway, so what is the point?

It’s been five days since Tesoro came to cut my rations and left me here to starve. I'm at my limit. My belly jiggles while I ride on the dildo, the motion reminds me I’m not actually dying; it just feels like it. The sweat of my body gleams under the sun rays that enter the greenhouse. At that moment the trough brought my lunch. I try to savor the food slowly, but even then it's over too fast. My eyes fixate on the empty trough as my belly grumbles for more.

For how long will he keep this farce? Pretending like he is doing me a favor, pretending like he cares, everything has been nothing but an act. He is just entertaining himself by torturing my ass. If he is going to kill me or keep me in his wall, he might as well just do it! I'm sick of it all, sick of this hunger, sick of the eternal lust, sick of this stupid cage.

“I am a Pig! Now end this bullshit!” I yelled.

What a waste of time, I'm screaming to the void. If anything, the security guy will have a quick laugh at my expense. The golden bastard most likely got bored of me and is torturing some other poor soul on this ship. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that after all this torture, I could be so easily tossed aside. His attention is dangerous, it's depraved, and voyeuristic, but I wouldn't mind being at the center of it all if it means getting the fuck out of here.

I throw myself on the floor, the sticky coat of sweat splashing against my skin as I let the sun cook me for now. I don't know how long it passes, but I hear steps in the distance. It could be an animal in their cage or my imagination. It's not like anyone will come here for me. Even if the crew came back for me, they wouldn't look for a pig in the zoo.

“It took you long enough, Roronoa Zoro,” said Tesoro, standing at my cage.

I was almost happy to hear that asshole’s voice. My brain ran a mile per hour calculating what to say. But before I could mutter a word he said, “I want you to say it in front of me,”

I grit my teeth for a second, my rumbling gut makes me change my tune fast as I mumble, “I’m a pig.”

His usual psychotic smile, which generally gives me the creeps, is nowhere to be seen. In its place, an honest smile as he opens the cage. Maybe he hasn’t lost interest in me.

“Okay Roronoa, let's get you cleaned up. You reek,” he said with a chuckle.

Does the stupid bastard think I don’t have the surveillance Den Den Mushi here?

Whether he finished the trough or not is not the point, but the fact that he was willing to eat so much for the sake of pleasure. If two hours in the cage were enough to drive him this rowdy, a week would render him nothing but a slut hog.

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zukosdualdao · 6 months ago

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okay i'm reading the transcript for the unaired pilot so here are some thoughts

it starts with sokka and katara (here named kya) having already found aang, and we don't see it, and zuko is already there, actively attacking them at the start. while starting in media res can often be the better choice in a narrative, i think it was smart of them to show the moment they find aang and katara de-icebergs him because it's so important as the inciting incident of every main character, the world regaining hope, and the ultimate fate of the end of the war.

"Zuko [View from behind as he turns to his soldiers.] I want the Avatar. Improve your firebending [Frontal view of soldiers.] or you're swimming home in your armor. [Close-up.] Again!" while the zuko we meet in the premiere is supposed to be cartoonishly (ha) antagonistic, there's not the same focus he has here on berating or threatening his crew/soldiers. there will be in the storm, but i've always seen that as being one of if not the first times his treatment of the crew reaches quite that level. yes, he's ordered them around and been generally unreasonable, but the impression i get is that things have gotten a lot worse on that front specifically since aang's return and zuko was actually chasing something real, so it had been building for a couple of months.

there's this weird moment where "a huge sea serpent" emerges and scares the gaang, which makes me wonder if maybe they later used that idea for the unagi, though it actually reminds me a lot of that moment in the awakening, so maybe it got recycled.

also momo is here already? i thought this was a pilot as in, testing the first episode, but maybe it was a spec script for a more of-the-week episode? or aang already had momo with him, along with appa, in the iceberg?

"[Frontal view of Aang laughing.] And he's not my boyfriend." Aang is visibly disappointed at this and Momo flies off, seemingly angry." katara has a "he's not my boyfriend" moment with sokka in the premiere, but aang's not actually around to witness it, so that's interesting, and kya's declaration (while i don't know it would have been voice-acted) seems like it's written a lot more matter-of-factly. the narrative already sets up the KA ship as one where we're supposed to root for aang, who either doesn't know or is actively worried about how katara might feel for him, to get the girl in early canon, but it feels even more explicit here. (i specify early canon, even though this arc is pretty significant throughout all of canon, because i want to note that the whole "will aang get the girl or will he be lovelorn and sad about it forever" is already there in the first episode. that's what's "baked into canon".)

there's an interesting scene immediately after where aang is instructing kya to feel the energy from the earth and channel it "through her roots", which i think is supposed to more obviously set him up as an experienced bender with a spiritual understanding of how it works that what we see in canon. the only other character i remember talking about roots in this way is when iroh advises zuko to "break his root" during the agni kai with zhao in the southern air temple.

"[Frontal view. He leaves, pushing Aang out of his way.] Right, so once again, I have to do everything. [Camera pans left as he leaves and Momo lands on Aang's shoulder. Wide-view of the beach with Sokka in the foreground as he exits to the left.] You better hope I find some food or you'll find me eating Momo." this comes right after sokka orders aang to go find them some food on the "island" (so i don't think this is supposed to be them at the swt) and kya-katara insists they can't let aang wander around on his own because the world needs him. it's interesting because sokka's resentment of aang is far more born of mistrust and pragmatism in the premiere, and by the time they're traveling together, while they might not always agree and do sometimes poke at each other, sokka's resentment actually fades away remarkably quickly. here, sokka doesn't seem to like aang... at all.

"Cut to a frontal view of Kya, tying a rope to Appa's horn, and the camera pans right to reveal Aang relaxing on Appa's head. Aang Quick Kya, [Frontal view of Appa.] let's go swimming before Sokka gets back. Kya [View from behind Kya, who turns to Aang as she talks.] I'm impressed, Aang. You finished tying your end alrea- [She notices Aang hasn't tied the rope to the bison. Frontal view of Aang.] Aang, what have you been doing all this time? Aang Me? I, uh, I was just watching you. You know, trying to learn your technique. Kya [Close-up.] This is your bison. You taught me. Aang [Frontal view of the two.] Yep, it appears I taught you well. And thus the master passes the reins to the pupil." kya-katara laughs as this aang makes a joke out of it and hands her a flower, but this moment specifically highlights aang not doing work they had evidently agreed to do together, despite the fact that, as she points out, appa is his bison and he's the one who has more experience tying (what i think are meant to be?) his reigns. this reminds me a lot of an interview i read (i'll see if i can find it later) about bryke's initial concept of aang being a "trickster hero". he enjoys life and is funny and playful but the downside of that is that he does not always engage his responsibilities and sometimes he (or the narrative) actively makes a joke out of that. like, sure, it's irresponsible, but aang gonna aang! certain stans like to act like it's not part of his character, but even though this moment isn't in the show as a final product, we do see moments like the ones where he doesn't want to help katara carry "her" supplies, where he doesn't take waterbending training seriously even though that's the whole reason they came to the north pole. even as aang does (arguably; i think it goes a little too back and forth) start to accept more responsibility with his role as the avatar, katara is consistently shown to be doing the brunt of the domestic labor when it comes to the gaang. it's not a problem that aang has this flaw (he should have flaws! characters are less interesting without them!) but that the narrative never truly treats it as something he should learn and go from, and with katara there to pick up the load, i'm sorry, it has icky implications. it just does.

"Kya [Frontal view.] Look, Aang, there's a bigger picture you're not seeing. [Close-up of Aang.] Bigger than me, Sokka, and Momo. [Frontal view.] You're the Avatar, start acting like it." wow. kya is a lot blunter with aang than the show lets katara ne about this. i understand why the writers in the actual show didn't want her to be that way right off the bat - she's coming face to face with the hope that she's always had and she and sokka need to contrast each other on this level - but in the show proper, katara rarely gets to be so critical of aang. and even when she is (like in the warriors of kyoshi), it's always tempered by the fact that the narrative is, for some reason, treating her like she's in the wrong, too. even when her “wrong” is being upset that aang isn’t taking things seriously.

"[Imitating Kya.] "You're the Avatar, start acting like it." [Frontal view of Aang.] If that's the case, shouldn't I be using my skills to help. [To Momo.] Exactly, I can't let anything happen to Kya and Sokka. They're the only family I have, besides you. [He moves the ball to right and the camera pans right slightly.] If I were about to be eaten by a pack of angry hog monkeys, you'd save me, right? Yeah, I thought so.'' they use this moment to showcase aang's immaturity, because whether or not he genuinely misinterprets her words or (it seems more like this to me) willfully interprets them to his own perspective, aang is just not listening to kya at all here. she asks him to think about the big picture, but all he can focus on is the right now. it's nice that he wants to help them, and sweet that he considers them family, but he isn't thinking about the big picture, about the fact that he only has airbending training and they need him to stay alive so that he can learn the other elements and start acting as a representative of the people by embracing his role as the avatar. in a way, though i see why they changed a lot about this pilot (the pacing feels way off and kind of surreal), they do seem to be actively setting up to force aang into an actual arc where he must eventually overcome these flaws... in a way that the show just never quite lands on.

"Zuko [Frontal view from behind Kya.] Search the island! He's probably hiding under a rock! [Aang suddenly flies in between everyone and the shot pauses to show him smiling.] Ah! [Side-view of Zuko as Aang flies up and around the compound. Zuko points to him.] Get him!" he's probably hiding under a rock hshshshhshs yeah this iteration of zuko feels. much more mustache-twirly in a way i'm glad the show itself leaned away from.

"Aang [Frontal view.] What's the matter, Zuko? Can't handle me alone? Zuko [Frontal view.] You want your friends? Come and get them." yeah, kya and sokka have definitely already been traveling with aang for a bit, based on the fact that aang is familiar enough with zuko to taunt him using his name, so that earlier encounter was definitely also not supposed to be their first.

"[To Zuko.] Hey! [Close-up aerial view of Zuko, with Sokka, tied up behind next to two soldiers.] Untie me and fight like a real warrior! [Frontal view.] I'm talking to you, scar boy! [Close-up of Zuko's scar as becomes visibly annoyed. Frontal view of Sokka as the two soldiers slide away. Muttering.] Yeah, tie me up with ropes." it's so interesting that they had sokka explicitly making fun of zuko's scar here (to try to antagonize him into a fight). i think this could have been an interesting commentary on how heroes can also do and say things that don't always align with our moral values, because they're not perfect - though, notably and obviously, i just don't want my words twisted here, this is not worse or on the same level as zuko capturing sokka and using him as bait. and it's not like i'm gonna disparage sokka for trying whatever he has to in order to get out of a bad situation; he is not the aggressor here. it's just an interesting moment. ultimately, though, i understand why the creators didn't want to include a moment like this in the actual show and instead chose to have the only characters commenting on zuko's scar in an ableist way be zhao and azula.

"Zuko [Close-up.] Come on! Fight back! Cut to a close-up of Aang, who laughs." zuko getting frustrated with aang mostly reacting defensively, rather than actually fighting him, and aang just laughing, is genuinely fascinating! definitely see that trickster element here also. i think there's more than one way to interpret zuko here, and it probably depends a lot on how this moment is animated and voice acted, but this could be zuko getting frustrated because he's Aggressive and Wants A Good Fight (TM) (which seems more in line with this unairee pilot's first glimpse of him) or it could be a subtle acknowledgement that zuko wants aang to fight back because otherwise he is just attacking someone needlessly, and he doesn't want to confront the fact he has an actual conscience about that. or it could also be that he wants aang to fight back because otherwise he is left feeling incompetent due to the fact that he is giving his all and still struggling while aang barely has to lift a finger to deflect him. i think both of these interpretations could bleed into each other and would be more in line with the zuko we see in the actual show.

"Zuko: Give up now and I'll make sure my father goes easy on you. [Frontal view of Aang.] You have nowhere left to go. Aang: You sure about that?" hshshhshshshsh one thing's for sure: this zuko is still DEEP in denial about ozai. there is a confidence here that i find strange, though, that his father would actually listen to zuko. and i find this sort of strange because in the show proper, zuko definitely tries to project that confidence, but it is always IMMEDIATELY undermined (whether by zuko Very Loudly insisting that ozai wants him back while being demeaned by zhao for the fact that he doesn't, or when he insists to iroh that ozai will understand why he's crossing into fire nation waters to and iroh insists that no, actually, he probably fucking won't) in a way that it isn't here. i know bryke has said that zuko's redemption was something planned pretty early, but i wonder if it was planned this early. because we definitely see fewer seeds of potential growth here than we do in even the premiere (though tbf, zuko doesn't really become a more sympathetic figure until ep 3 in the show.) if they were planning on it at this point, i get the sense it might have taken a lot longer to peel back the layers of zuko than it ends up taking in book one. we don't get the Full Backstory of why he's doing what he's doing until the storm, but i think even in episode one, when he captures aang, there's a lot of raw emotion in a singular line: "i'm going home." whereas we don't get even the smallest real sense of zuko's motivations in this unaired pilot.

tldr; there are some interesting moments here that i can definitely see how they influenced canon, but i can also see why they changed a lot of what they did. also, they were definitely going for a kya-and-sokka have already been adventuring with aang for a while start, but i ultimately think the exposition the actual show went with served the story well.

#long post //#aang critical #atla critical #bryke critical #covering my basis here #unaired pilot

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theorbess540 · 1 year ago

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Was bored and mentally assigning Pokémon to Spy x Family characters, so I figured I'd write it down here instead of leaving it to rot inside my brain :D.

Probably not going to do anything else with this, but it was fun to comb through Pokédex entries to find the best matches. I even limited myself to one Pokémon per person (with a sort-of exception for Twilight/Loid) to make it a challenge. It ended up longer then expected, since I ended up doing a sort of deep-dive for each, so you have been notified.

Text: Reasonings behind choice.

tl;dr: of my explanation included.

Small Text: Backstory/In-Universe Lore.

Twilight (Loid Forger)- Mew (Audino)

Understandably, Twilight's Pokémon seems overpowered, but there was more thought behind it then just "protag has powerful legendary" cliché. Let me explain.

First priority for the partner of Twilight, Master of Thousand Faces, was a Pokémon that could match his talent. The classic shapeshifters, Zoroark and Ditto were immediately considered. After some thought, however, neither felt up to the standards expected of Twilight. Zoroark illusions are incorporeal; one touch and the gig could be up. This is a world filled with Pokémon capable of creating illusions, so anti-illusion measures will be available to anyone with the money. Twilight needed something solid to make his disguises authentic. A Ditto could provide physical solidness, but its shapeshifting abilities are not the best. Its capabilities are limited to simply copying, which not only requires a secondary Pokémon to copy from, but it does not adapt to rapidly changing scenarios very well. Twilight is known for his improvision, smoothly adapting to overcome obstacles, so a partner who cannot do the same would drag him down.

Mew, on the other hand, can know practically every single Pokémon move. Combined with how Twilight picks up new skills like a sticky-fingered thief in a crowd of oblivious rich folk, this makes them a powerful duo that can prevail over the impossible. Mew literately becomes invisible to avoid others, Twilight can become unnoticeable, and therefore invisible, to the enemy eye. And since we would have a more somber Mew, then there is symbolism of both Twilight and Mew losing their child-like innocence to war and being forced to become personalities opposite of their initial natures.

Another note. Zoroark and Ditto felt too predictable in-universe wise. Anyone who knew of Twilight would immediately guess either one as the partner and create countermeasures for those Pokémon specifically. But no one would expect a Mew, Mythical Pokémon long believed extinct. And secretly, it was also a little bit of "protag has powerful legendary" fun.

The quest for Loid Forger's partner Pokémon, a.k.a a disguise for Mew, sent me through multiple Pokémon. He needed something average as to not stand out, so I scrolled through both Normal and Flying Types. Settled on an Audino because they sense the emotions of others and are associated with healing, which is perfect for Loid's cover as a psychiatrist. Chansey/Blissey could have also worked, but their happiness eggs seem more like temporary methods better used for emergency scenarios. An Audino could help a psychiatrist get to the root of a patient's problem for more permanent healing.

tl;dr: Twilight needed a Pokémon that could match his disguising skill and adaptability, and Mew was the only one up to par. With a somber Mew, there is a symbolism of losing child-like innocence to war. Loid has an Audino because therapy.

SORRY, BUT THIS IS SPOILERS FOR ANIME ONLYS AND PRE-CHAPTER 62 READERS. SKIP THIS PARAGRAPH!!!: Twilight and his beloved Pokémon partner met in the immediate aftereffects of the destruction of Kielburg and the death of [Redacted]'s mother. [Redacted] was bawling in the streets after finding the body when he was approached by similarly distraught Mew. Born and raised in the forest surrounding the town, Mew was the last of its kind. It had clung to the few remaining reminders of its family and was devastated when its home was blown up by the same bombs that wiped out Kielberg. Mew was drawn in by [Redacted]'s crying, hoping to find solidarity in shared sorrow. The two bonded as they struggled to survive the wreckage of their war-torn country. Once [Redacted] looked old enough, they decided to fight by taking on fake identities and joining the military. Mew pretended to be Roland Spoofy's partner, a snappish Bisharp. They rose ranks quickly, rage over their losses powering them through the war. It wasn't until an eye-opening interaction with an odd Ostanian deserter that their anger stuttered and slowed. With the second loss of [Redacted]'s friends, they accepted the "invitation" to join WISE in order to bring and maintain peace in the world. After years of intense training and mastering multiple skills, the two quickly became WISE's best agents. :END OF SPOILERS, YOU CAN LOOK NOW.

Officially, Agent Twilight's partner Pokémon is unknown, often suspected to be an especially talented Zoroark or a well-trained Ditto. Or perhaps he uses new Pokémon each mission, discarding each one afterwards. Ritualistic hazing of WISE and SSS newbies involves spreading rumors of the legendary agent having a Mew, and only the most gullible believe the whispers that he is a Mew in human form. The agents are quickly reprimanded by their superiors for spreading false information. (Unofficially, and off any records, Handler still is in shock over the accidental reveal, and often encourages both of the Mew allegations with vague implications subtly dropped to new members, to Twilight's eternal annoyance).

While Twilight does occasionally work with other Pokémon, Mew is his only partner. Its ability to transform supports Twilight's disguises by pretending to be the identity's Pokémon, and that it can use every Pokémon move has eliminated many challenges that he might face. After an incident launched Twilight into international fame, Mew has been banned from transforming into other Legendary/Mythical Pokémon unless specifically required by a mission.

Loid Forger's Pokémon is an Audino, one of two types of Pokémon given to Ostanian medical students upon achieving their Masters Degree. It is actually the transformed Mew. Mew approves of the changes that having a family brings upon Twilight, often encouraging him to be softer and play house more sincerely. Twilight disagrees, retaining that they are spies who should not become attached, but often falls into genuinely caring anyways (It's for the mission!). Yuri's Pokémon partner attempts to intimidate Audino constantly whenever they meet, but Mew is more amused then anything and never plays along.

Yor Forger (Thorn Princess)- Roserade

Wish there was a need to write multiple paragraphs of explanation like Twilight's, but the choice behind Yor's Pokémon was so simple that more then one paragraph would be unnecessary. I even resisted the idea at first because it seemed too obvious, but the conclusion was inevitable. Thorn Princess' aesthetic is roses. Roserade. They are both wielders of poison and thorns. A Roserade's right hand is red roses, the left hand of its shiny has black roses. With some funky genetics, we can have a Roserade with red and black rose hands. It also has a cape similar to bottom of Thorn Princess' dress. They are both elegant and merciless, sweetly attracting prey before striking without hesitation. Literately perfect for each other. Meant to be.

tl;dr: Matching rose aesthetics and poison.

When she was thirteen, Yor befriended a Budew from the forest around her house. The Pokémon was recently outcasted from the rest of her kind due to her strange coloration, the little bib underneath her face being half green and half purple. Understanding Budew's sorrow since she'd recently lost her parents herself, Yor took her home and raised Budew alongside Yuri. While Budew loved both of the Briar siblings dearly, Yor was her partner, and the two stuck together through thick-and-thin over the following years.

Yor and Budew trained to be assassins. The Garden based Thorn Princess' outfit off her partner once they reached a high status. In the beginning, they relied more on Yor's incredible strength, but after careful dietary restrictions they were able to coax a deadly and nearly undetectable poison out of Roselia. The Garden also informed Yor that Roselia is a pigment chimera, a mixture of shiny and non-shiny colorations. Once gifted a Shiny Stone, Roserade was fiercesome with her bouquet hands of red and black, a body of two shades of green, and blood red eyes.

After Yuri grew up and left the house, Yor and Roserade moved to the city to be closer to their jobs. Without Yuri for an anchor, they floated through life, mechanically going through the motions until the Garden or Yuri phoned. The introduction of Yuri's adorable Pokémon partner made the floating worse as they realized their little brother didn't need them as much. They were only broken out of the numbness when Yor's coworkers mentioned she could been seen as suspicious for being unmarried.

Worried about imprisonment by SSS, Yor noticed a handsome man who couldn't keep his eyes off of her in the tailors and asked him to be her pretend boyfriend for a party, and when the time came, was the one to bring up the idea of marriage. Roserade wholeheartedly supported the decision. She immediately settled into the family dynamic and forged an easy friendship with Audino. They like to watch and gossip about their human's interactions to each other. Anya had her adoration from the beginning. Roserade has immense control over her poison in order to prevent any accidents. In the beginning, this is partly done by being physically stand-offish and only touching the immune Yor. But after a couple months of practice, Roserade is willing to lend a helping bouquet when needed.

Anya Forger- Bond (Furfrou)

I really wanted Anya to have a Psychic buddy for psychic-to-Psychic solidarity. Several Pokémon were considered and discarded. The Hatterene line (too violent for little kid with Big Emotions™), Indeedee (didn't want a second babysitter), Slowpoke (too lethargic. good nap buddy though), the Spoink line (opposite problem, too much energy), and the Ralts line (can sense emotion, but didn't want a repeat gimmick with Audino/Mew). I was going to pick Wynaut due to personality similarities and have a Cleffa as another friend, but I reread the manga and realized that Bond basically acts like a Pokémon and he is incredibly jealous of competitors for Anya's attention (R.I.P Agent Penguinman, at least your battle scars are cool), so it would be good to prevent any future conflicts by only having Bond. Maybe Anya can have a Cleffa after she earns all her Stella Stars.

Pokémon-wise, Bond only gave me slight trouble, but I knew I needed white and I needed fluffy. Wooloo was a contender because of the extremely fluffy wool and black legs, but then I remembered that Furfrou has those characteristics while also being a dog, so it won. He's even got a very large mask across his face like Bondman. And since Bond was also experimented on, I could technically make him Psychic-Type too! Just mix a little Xatu genes in there, and we've got a Normal/Psychic fluffy white dog who can see the future.

tl;dr: Bond is basically a Pokémon in the series, so its official in this. Furfrou is white and fluffy with black paws, similar to Bond. He has Xatu genes for the future-seeing ability.

A survivor of unethical scientific experiments, Bond found that added Xatu genes gave him the ability to see into the future. The story of how he came to be part of the Forger family has already been told, a frightful tale of terrorist, bombs, and ketchup sketches. He now lives a content life where the only thing he truly fears is Yor's cooking. Now if only a pair of scissors could conquer his extremely fluffy fur.

Bond gets along with all the members of the Forger family, though he is particularly close to Anya and is often regarded as her Pokémon partner. He tries to keep Anya out of trouble, though he has a habit of getting into trouble himself because of attempts to prevent his visions from coming true. Bond has immense respect for Audino, able to sense the powerful Psychic-Type underneath the disguise. Roserade, though sweet, scares him in the same way that Yor does.

Yuri Briar- Riolu

(In honor of chapter 85, the pokéball is a conclusion, any conclusion, and the blank face is Yuri missing it.)

This was a rough one. It was hard to even pick a Type, because his partner would come from the SSS, and most Types could be used to fit the their needs. The SSS seem like a Dark-type society, but all the Types could be used for interrogation/torture tactics. In the end, I think the SSS would have a healthy mix. But for Yuri's Pokémon, I decided that it would be chosen around other Pokémon's Weakness; more specifically, Twilight's assumed Pokémon's Weakness. Yuri seems to have made Twilight's capture one of his major goals, so he'd build his team around that. As a newbie, he's allowed one Pokémon, so he picked Fighting. Since Twilight is thought to have a Dark-Type or a Normal-Type, Fighting would be Super Effective against both.

That decision really helped to narrow down the options. Yuri's Pokémon needed to be tough yet a first-stage evolution to reflect his own amazing stamina and inexperience. After a discarding a few (Mankey was super close, but is constantly angry), it was between Kubfu and Riolu. I liked Kubfu's grit, sort-of babyface, and dedication to becoming stronger. It could potentially evolve into One-Strike Urshifu, a Fighting/Dark that could seriously harm Twilight's Mew, like how Yuri has the potential to become a serious threat to Twilight.

However, the references to stamina and sensing emotion in Riolu's Pokédex entries caught my attention. A Riolu could easily keep up with Yuri's intense work ethic because it has boundless energy. It would also support his job by reading targets emotions through aura. And while that repeat gimmick is the reason why I rejected Ralts for Anya, Yuri is detached enough from the main family unit that it doesn't feel overlapping, and it adds to the challenge of convincing Yuri that Loid and Yor are happily married. Riolu's evolution line are seen as noble Pokémon used by honorable and important people, which fits into Yuri's idea that he is doing noble and important work for his country.

tl;dr: The SSS uses all the Types of Pokémon. Yuri chose his Pokémon to counteract Twilight, since Fighting-types are super effective to Twilight's predicted Pokémon. Riolu can keep up with Yuri's intense stamina by having a lot of energy and can read the emotions of his targets. This ability also increases the difficulty of keeping Yuri convinced of the Forger marriage.

In the beginning, the Briar siblings were too poor to support another Pokémon. In order to reduce the stress on his sister, Yuri made the choice to go without a Pokémon partner. He would get his own partner when he was capable of supporting himself. The decision set, Yuri easily pushed aside his dream for Yor's sake. He was satisfied that Yor had Budew to bring her happiness. Even after Yor picked up her job and earned enough money to support another Pokémon in the house, he refused to find one. Yuri vowed to support his sister in anyway he could as he grew older, throwing himself into his studies until he made it through school and into the watchful eyes of the government.

The SSS granted Yuri his choice of a partner Pokémon six months into his employment. Confident that he could support himself, he accepted the offer and chose the Fighting-type Riolu to counteract the infamous Westalis spy Twilight's possible Pokémon. Riolu was born, raised, and trained to serve the SSS, and he was beyond ecstatic to be chosen and vowed to give Yuri his all. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm caused some trouble, getting in the way of a chase and accidently let the traitor slip away. Angered, Yuri yelled, and a distraught Riolu accepted the reprimand while beating himself up about it. Riolu retreated into himself, moping and doubting his every decision. It took Yuri three days to notice something was wrong and another day to diagnose the problem. On the fifth day, Yuri apologized and awkwardly patched up their relationship by sharing his determination to catch Twilight and keep his sister safe. Accepting the olive branch, Riolu vowed to help his partner accomplish his goal. Yuri and Riolu were in tip-top shape, even catching the traitor they accidently let escape. Riolu likes to copy Yuri, physically and emotionally. Though still in the beginning of their partnership, the two are a formidable team that could give a careless spy trouble.

Riolu, Yor, and Roserade absolutely adore each other. Yor and Roserade treat Riolu the same as Yuri, and the little Pokémon is absolutely blinded by it. Both Yuri and Riolu hold the same regard for logic about Yor, which is to say they have none, and neither one of them were pleased with Yor's surprise family. Yuri is still icy, but Riolu warmed up to Anya quickly but still isn't sure about Loid, mostly just following his partner's lead. Riolu can't sense any false emotions from the adults, so it believes the relationship to be real. He takes pride in having Type advantage over Loid's Audino and tries to intimidate the older Pokémon, but Audino ignores the bluster to kindly pat him on the head every time, much to his annoyance.

Franky Franklin- Granbull

Originally, I'd picked Morgrem as Franky's partner because of their shared tendency to be opportunistic attackers. But upon reading the Pokédex entries and realizing that Morgrem were generally more cruel and prefer gloomy people, I realized that Franky wouldn't match all that well. However, the Fairy-Typing stuck with me. Franky can be whimsical, a bit of a prankster, and serious when needs be, which fits with the fairies of the real world. So I scrolled through the Fairy-Type list, trying to remember which ones were known tricksters.

But that ideal ended up being useless since I ended up picking Snubbull/Granbull because of its popularity with women. Outside of being an informant for another country and providing comedic relief, Franky's attempted skirt-chasing is one of his main characteristics. The Pokédex consistently states that Snubbull are loved by people, particularly women in the earlier entries, and Franky would be the kind of guy to completely depend on that information. He would swagger up to women, fully expecting them to be swept off their feet by his Snubbull, only to be absolutely stunned when they turn him down. It makes his failed attempts to get dates even funnier.

Upon evolution into a Granbull, both human and Pokémon would be unconventionally attractive/cute. They have matching square faces. Franky and Granbull are sensitive and reluctant to fight, usually backing down when in disputes. But when cornered and left with no other options, they are capable of doing damage, either with giant fangs and powerful jaws or inventions that pack a mighty punch.

tl;dr: Franky is whimsical yet serious, while also a prankster, so it was a Fairy-Type for him. Franky would unsuccessfully try to use Snubbull's popularity to get dates and he holds a lot of similarities to Granbull, such as sensitive personality and unconventional attractiveness.

SORRY, BUT THIS IS SPOILERS FOR ANIME ONLYS AND PRE-CHAPTER 62 READERS. SKIP THIS PARAGRAGH!!!: Franky met Snubbull days into his desertion. He was running from his hunters when he tripped on something and faceplanted into the bushes. It turned out to be a wild Snubbull. High on adrenaline, and not willing to leave Snubbull to the metaphorical hounds on his heels, he snatched her up and kept running. Confused and terrified, Snubbull tried to fight out of his arms, but Franky wouldn't let her down. The next person Franky met was a young Westalis soldier and his Bisharp. The soldier didn't immediately shoot, and he even shared cigarettes and conversation up until the soldier got riled up and they were attacked by Franky's hunters. Once again, Franky snatched the reluctant Snubbull and ran. They escaped and would continue to escape until his pursuers gave up. By the time that happened, the two had grown attached after many harrowing incidents and decided to stick together. :END OF SPOILERS, YOU CAN LOOK NOW.

Together, they scrounged a reasonable life from the rubble of the war. When given the opportunity to become an informant for WISE, Franky snatched the job to stick it to the Ostalian government. He and Granbull operate the cigarette stand together. Granbull loves to fetch things for him, whether its an item from the back of the stand or classified information from a trusted source. She knows the streets and alleys of Berlint, including their residents, like the back of her paw. While Franky gathers information from the humans, Granbull asks the local Pokémon. They've set up a system to share information with each other. If they are ever scared, Granbull jumps into Franky's arms and they both cower (Scooby-Doo and Shaggy style).

Franky has tried to rely on Snubbull's reputation to get dates for years. It started after he saw some women cooing over Snubbull when he had to step away for a moment. He immediately sidled over to ask them out. They all scattered, except for one. That following date ended ten minutes in. Optimistic of his chances, Franky tried this tactic again and again. Even though Snubbull loves the extra attention, she is tired of Franky's horrible flirting. She thought they would stop when she evolved, and while Franky was discouraged for a short time, he returned to his usual attitude two days later. After years to get used to it, Granbull just rolls her eyes when Franky starts to talk and just soaks in the extra compliments before the women are driven off.

Becky Blackbell- Aron

When it comes to the Elite, I think their Pokémon are like their family crests. They pick one species to represent them and stick to it. Considering that Becky's family manufactures weapons, which are generally made of metal, it made sense that theirs would be a Steel-Type. It had to be an impressive Pokémon that is rarer because the Blackbells are a Big Deal™. The Corviknight, Aegislash, Bisharp, and Bronzong lines were all considered but eventually turned down.

I settled on Aron for a couple reasons. First is because of the Pokédex entries about its evolution line. Lairon's search for iron could form a symbiotic relationship that helped a local smith grow and expand over many decades into a country's largest manufacturer weapons. Second, its first-stage is cute enough to seem less dangerous but is capable of biting back, reflective of Becky herself. I imagine Becky gives it cute little outfits with matching accessories. And once fully evolved, it turns into a fierce creature with the ability to smash through bedrock, who will continue to rock the cute accessories as it rips and tears.

tl;dr: It had to be a Steel-Type because Becky's family manufacture weapons. The Pokédex entry of Aron/Lairon/Aggron could have created a situation where one helped out Becky's smithing ancestors, so each member of the Blackbell family have had the evolution line for several generations. Aron is cute and feisty like Becky.

One hundred and four years ago, Edmund Blackbell was a simple village smith trying to support his family. He lacked the resources to perform his craft, as the rival smith bought all the iron from the mines. Edmund was forced to traverse the nearby mountain to look for iron on his own. He constantly competed with a local Lairon for the iron, cursing the brutish creature fiercely as he limped home, either empty-handed or victorious with bruises. One rainy night, one contender dangerously desperate for iron, both rivals forgot to pay attention to their environment and ended up ruining the nests of seven mighty Salamence, and were driven into a in a cave by the furious Pokémon. After an endless night of fear and terror, Edmund and Lairon pushed aside their previous rivalry and worked together to escape. Once their lives were no longer in danger, man and Pokémon struck a deal. Lairon would lead Edmund to iron deposits and Edmund would protect and feed his new partner. Edmund's business boomed once he had material to work with. In honor of his dearest friend, Edmund vowed to have Aggron's descendants partnered with his own. After several generations of clever business deals and the economic boon of a war, the Blackbells now stood at the top of society, far from their humble beginnings. They never forgot about their Pokémon promise, and every Blackbell to ever been born has had an Aggron evo-line by their side.

Becky could hardly wait to receive her own Pokémon partner. She was a bit surprised to be given a Pokémon egg instead of an actual Pokémon, but she was determined to give it the best care. Becky did it on her own (mostly), not wanting any help from Martha or any of the family employees. After two months of immaculate care, the egg hatched into a healthy Aron. The new baby Pokémon proved to be a happy, if clumsy, little fellow, though he was quick to bite rude people/Pokémon and quite stubborn. Martha had to hide her smile whenever Becky complained about these traits, since Aron copied them from Becky herself. They were quite a fearsome pair in kindergarten.

They were quick to befriend Anya once they got to Eden. Aron almost started a fight with Damien's Pokémon, but Anya stepped in first and socked Damien in the face. Becky and Aron were instant fans and stuck with Anya like glue. Anya and Aron constantly bump into each other, knocking Anya off her feet. Aron feels terrible for it, but it keeps accidently happening. It's to the point that Becky automatically supports Anya whenever she starts to go down.

Damien Desmond- Deino

The Desmond's are also Elite, which means they would have a family Pokémon as well. Right away, I kind of knew what I wanted. The Hydreigon line. Since the Desmond family seems to be looked up to and feared, their family Pokémon would have to match that reputation, to which Dragon-Types usually fits nicely into. And the mysterious lure of Dark-Types goes well with the uncertainty of the Desmond's moral alignment. Are they good? Misunderstood? We cannot say for certain yet, even with the clues we have received. Donovan certainly likes his solitude, which could fit either Types. And the griffon on the Desmond family crest could be replaced with a Hydreigon in the same position.

Reading the Pokédex entries for Deino reminded me of Damien. They are both blinded, one by fur and one by the need to please a father. It stops them from seeing past what holds them back. Deino is constantly injured because it bumps into things due to this blindness. Damien's perfectionism causes self-afflicted wounds because he sets himself up for failure. He throws himself into anything that will get approval head first, trying his hardest to earn his father's attention and only ends up hurt when he bumps into Donovan's apparent disinterest. Zweilous is always covered in bites because the two heads are biting itself, which could represent Damien excessive self-reproach for not achieving the top scores and earning his father's love.

Both boy and Pokémon harm others to learn about their place in life. Both of them are uncertain, so they must act out to feel like they have a place. Deino bites physically, Damien bites with harsh words. He was pretty open about being a bully, and can be cruel to those he doesn't care about (even if its unintentional). Approaching either carelessly is dangerous and it takes a lot for him to warm up to others. Entries state that Deino bite to learn, and new trainers will be bitten constantly. He first had to 'bite' Anya before realizing he liked her, and even then he is still rude to her as he slowly starts to get used to her. But after time, Damien relaxes and stops being harsh, like a Deino getting accustomed to its company.

But those who earn his trust have it, just like Dragon and Dark-Types. He's still learning to completely trust new people in Eden, which is why he is in a rough state with his other classmates.

tl;dr: Dragon/Dark-Typing fit the vibes of the Desmond family, fierce, mysterious, and lonely. Deino's Pokédex entries matched with Damien's attitude. Also, bonus alliteration.

Damien was introduced to Deino only a year before Eden. The meeting was abrupt and empty, as per Desmond tradition. Damien was called into a meeting the Estate's Pokémon Caretaker. Melinda and Demetrius were there. Donovan was not. He made sure to keep his chin high and face stoic anyways. The Pokéball was shoved into his hands after some ceremonious words and he was escorted out of the room. Neither mother or brother stayed long.

He released Deino for the first time, alone, in his room. The first thing she did was bite him. He yelled back. Their relationship started out rocky, to say the least. But Damien was determined to prove himself. Day after day, bite after bite, he pushed through the pain until Deino softened and accepted his presence in her life. The first time she let him pet her, her fur was incredibly soft under his bandaged hands.

The two butt heads constantly. Deino is never afraid to snap at his fingers or arms. If he turns away for a second, she will snatch food off of his plate. For revenge, he fluffs up her properly groomed fur so she can't see, his annoyance correlating to how viciously its tussled. But at the end of every day, she will cuddle on his lap as he carefully brushes her fur silky-smooth.

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Ta-da! This is the end! Congrats, you made it! Thank you for reading! (Apologies for any gross mischaracterization in my little deep dive parts. Y'know how it goes, 'got too focused, forgot other aspects', it happens. I tried to look out for it, but things slip through.) I have a couple more combinations bouncing around, like Ewen with a Indigo Core Minior, so we'll see if I ever do a second part. Hope you enjoyed!

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good7luck · 8 months ago

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personal, real life

negative, depressing (giving me a headache, at least)

mention of illness, hospital, passing away, etc

asking for your opinion(s)

(more under the cut)

This is very personal all of a sudden,

but I'd really appreciate your thoughts on this OTL

I know I cannot provide every single info and the full context, but I did my available best for now.

Summary exists at the end!

My mother (full housewife) has been ill and currently hospitalized since a while ago (as a part of her medical treatment, not some unexpected emergency), which would last for a month or so.

My father (full worker) has been pretty kind to her overall and helped her with everything needed.

But...he has had a problem with her housework ways, mainly with piles of stuff (which is sure a lot tbh). Recently, he has tried to randomly "organize" things (unbox, see, re/move etc) at home multiple times, which annoyed and stressed her very much everytime.

Now that she's in the hospital and not coming back anytime soon, it seems he decided to take it as a "chance" to re-organize all the stuff piled he didn't like in the house. Even if he's obviously not young in 40s or such, not so healthy, and still needs to go to work almost everyday.

The thing is...he's even going to dispose of her old religion-related books (Buddhism), including mostly given as presents when she was doing some volunteer works at some religious place(s) years ago (maybe some were purchased, idk). It's not that she read them often, but she has saved them there for years for a reason. And yet, today he already took many of them out of the shelf and put them in boxes to remove later (maybe in 2 days). Of course, he did NOT get any permission from her and did NOT tell her any of this at all.

In fact, I, too, have had a problem with a lot of the boxes and things she has purchased but often abandoned for years, even if I understand it's cheaper to buy things a lot on sale at once. I do feel very irritated when I newly find a bunch of food which expired 2021 or such.

Still...I wouldn't carelessly touch her religion-related books or such?? Especially when she's suffering from the illness right now, and the religion has been one of her rare comforts (even long, long before the illness), and the books are basically her private, not his?? I'm not even so religious myself, but this looks quite rude and abusive??

Unfortunately, he sincerely thinks he's ~finally~ doing the "right" job that should've been done long ago, and realistically it's plain impossible to persuade him. He would never listen, much less change his mind because of me (or even her, perhaps).

All I can possibly do is probably to hide her books. But it's quite a lot for my room; he's checking almost all the spots in the house, and no guarantee he wouldn't enter my room. I'm not sure if it would even work tbh, as he seems sooo determined about throwing away "unnecessary" things, and he might notice some are missing idk.

Honestly, I'd like to let her know about what's going on to her books, so that she's at least aware and can make her own choice. But...she's literally sick and very weakened, she had better not get stressed. She's going to take some serious treatment soon, which might or might not succeed. Strictly speaking...the possibility of her passing away in the hospital is not zero. It's surely not a good idea to add more problems there.

Before she got hospitalized, I did tell her that he might dig up the whole house, and she said he wouldn't cuz he should be too busy with his work (especially when she cannot do the housework for him). I was more joking, and she sure didn't take it seriously, but now my concern came true, much worse than I ever imagined.

I'm pretty sure she'd get super angry, no matter WHEN she gets to learn about this. Or, would she actually be able to take it better if she hears about this after coming back home? Cuz it's all "ended" then, after all?

I just...don't understand why he had to make things (even more) complicated and worse. Seriously, it's even not like she's very likely to pass away soon. He didn't mean this for sure, but more than often he doesn't realize how insensitive and impolite his action can be. Her religion books were not so many and so not a real problem, in the first place...

Summary:

My mother (housewife) is currently hospitalized due to her serious illness. My father (worker) is going to dump many of her old religion books (Buddhism) in 2 days, which were already half-boxed today. I could try hiding them in my room at best, which might not succeed. And/or I could contact her and inform her of what happened, which would give her a chance but definitely stress her a lot.

...I feel I'm probably being ridiculous and immature here, but I'm genuinely so stressed about this now, especially when I have my own real life problems to take care of as well OTL Maybe I just wanted to vent idk ^^;; I cannot guarantee I'd strictly follow the poll result or comments, but I'd like to know what other people would do. I appreciate your attentions!

(sorry this post cannot be reblogged and can be deleted in the future. this post is also not meant for screenshot or such spreading for obvious reasons. thanks for understanding...!)

#good7luck talk

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freneticfloetry · 1 year ago

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weekend wip game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Thanks to @welcometololaland for kicking this off, plus @liminalmemories21, @rmd-writes, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @orchidscript, @alrightbuckaroo, and @heartstringsduet for the tags!

1. WIP List: had we but world enough (and time) (the TiMER fic) a strong enough foundation (followup to tbah in the Roots Before Branches series, aka “five times Morgan was just like her daddy, and one time she was all her papá”) for better, for worse (bachelor party shenanigans) we were emergencies (the It’s a Wonderful Life/Sliding Doors-esque TK AU) the same in every language (five times Carlos says something in Spanish during sex and one time TK understands) show me the steps so i can go through the motions (4x18 Carlos & Gabriel tag) our hearts are haunted by the ghosts that i made (the no coma AU that angst built) Still Sadly Untitled Phone Fic (five times Tarlos had to replace a phone) Untitled HGTV AU Untitled [Film] Fusion Untitled Breakup Era Hookup (accidental club run-in where Jealous TK Makes Choices) Untitled [Redacted] AU (collab with @ambiguouspenny) The One Where Carlos Gets Shot …do you know how happy I am that to build a home is not on this list?

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest? The TiMER fic! It wasn’t even supposed to be second in line, it just bullied its way to the top of the list.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest? Oof. If I didn’t know myself so well, I’d say we were emergencies, but since I do, it’ll probably be the HGTV fic.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why? The TiMER fic has been a lot of fun to write, despite it being hurtier than I intended, but I think that’s just down to being in TK’s head for the first time. But every single snippet of for better, for worse makes me grin like a loon without fail, so it’s that one, hands down.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why? Hat trick for the TiMER AU. I think I was so excited about the premise and the possibilities of it all — I’ve wanted to write a TiMER fic since I first saw the movie, and a Soulmates fic for even longer — I didn’t really stop to consider that, after ~64k of building on and in-between canon, I was going to have to… build on and in-between canon. There’s a substantial element of re-imagining for this one, just because of the nature of the TiMER as a literal plot device, but there are times I’m still like fuuuuuck, I have to do this thing completely differently now.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why? the same in every language. It’s not a plot-what-plot, it’s literally sex as plot, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about making it work.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? Both for better, for worse and we were emergencies will need outside attention to make sure they’re working as planned, and I’ll definitely be enlisting @hoko-onchi-writes’ Smutmancer services to make sure the same in every language is worth anything at all.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? I’m just laughing right now. That’s my answer.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them? Definitely we were emergencies. His name is Simon, he’s a vet (as in healer of animals, not former military man, but he has Seen Some Things in his particular line of work so the latter isn’t far off), and he has a history with Carlos that he’d very much like to be a future with Carlos. He’s also totally scruff-and-curls era Zane Phillips in my head, and both @ambiguouspenny and I are sort of shamelessly infatuated with him. To quote Tay, after being virtually introduced to Dr. Simon: “do you even like TK?”

10. Which WIP is the sexiest? One would think it’s the aforementioned fic where sex is the plot, but the TiMER fic has some moments, y’all.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest? I mean, pick your poison. As I said, the TiMER fic is angstier than intended. The Breakup Era Hookup will be hot angst, but angst nonetheless. There’s one where Carlos gets shot. And I know it sounds like show me the steps so i can go through the motions might be an obvious answer, considering The Gabriel Factor, but the real winner is probably our hearts are haunted by the ghosts that i made. I told Tay the actual premise and they threw me in angst jail.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? a strong enough foundation is a real contender here, because it’s the Carlos I already know and love, but I think it might actually be for better, for worse, simply because it’s all of Team Tarloft, and I have something of a knack for ensemble fics, if I do say so myself.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? Either the HGTV fic or the Untitled Film Fusion. Probably the former, because pretty pretty interiors are like porn for me.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on? Surprising no one, the TiMER fic. Snippets aside, I’m a “one WIP at a time” kind of girl.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? In a weird way, I think this is usually the fic I’m currently working on. Some Yuletide fic aside (mostly pinch hits and quick treats), I always want to feel like whatever I’m writing is the best thing I’ve done — that way I get the sense that I’m growing. That said, though I’ve written a kid in fic (Teddy from The Magicians), I have never written kidfic, and the plan I have for a strong enough foundation makes me really excited.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs? Not the actual fics, no, but I do dream about characters.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? our hearts are haunted by the ghosts that i made has to tread some very thin ice, due to its premise, and I’m hoping I can find the right balance with it. And that it doesn’t make people hate me.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? for better, for worse. And it’s not even close.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? The Untitled Phone Fic has an outsider POV! An OC outsider, even. She’s an overworked, underpaid girl named Kelsey, and she’s sort of precious. This one��s still in early stages, just an outline and a handful of snippets, but Kelsey is very clear in my head.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs. One involves an unreliable narrator, one involves an inanimate object as a running theme, and one involves revenge.

I am so very late to this, so consider it an open tag for anyone who’d still like to talk WIPs!

#fic meme #wip game #writing #the proverbial plate

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wandeel · 2 years ago

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Sooo

I've seen quite a few people around the world talking on Twitter about what's going on in France right now, that we're just revolting over the pension reform at 64 years minimum

I am not a specialist in politics or economics, just a student of history, unemployed, from a small middle class family far from the big cities

So the pension reform, I've already talked about it a bit, is the last straw. We were lucky before to have a pension age of 60, then 62 in 2010, and to be the ones who retired the earliest compared to the other European countries around us, which exceed 65 years of age

With this reform, the minimum retirement age is 64, unless you have had a long education or started working fully before the age of 21 (as I have at the moment), in which case you will have to work longer to compensate for the years of study, and on average higher education in France is 3 to 5 years for masters. The pension is calculated in semesters, not years, but in any case, a student who has completed 5 years of study without having worked continuously before 21 will automatically have to work at over 65 from now on

This is if the person has access to money to live on after retirement. I think that no matter what country you are in, you know that many older people continue to work for a living or become homeless

Also, this pension reform should not have been put in place, it's Prime Minister Borne who forced it by using for the 11th time in 1 year, the 49.3 procedure, an undemocratic procedure that should normally be used in case of emergency

Add to that the inflation that has affected everyone with the war in Ukraine where the consumer (the people) is the one who loses the most

Also, we have had Macron for 6 years now who takes us for fools, if he was re-elected once, it is only to prevent Marine Le Pen, main head of the extreme right (political party of racists, homophobes, neo-nazis etc...), from being elected. But Macron was not elected for what he is! He was just the default choice! He too is rotten, privileging the richest (very minority)

He keeps closing more and more classes in schools (some primary classes have more than 40 students at present while in my time (I am 21 years old), there were still about twenty per class). He is also closing more and more beds in hospitals, nurses and doctors testified after the Covid crisis that they had to, in the resuscitation services, make the choice to let the weaker or older people die to leave the beds in resuscitation for people who were most likely to survive

I think there is no need to develop on he's inaction for ecology...

Let’s also talk about demonstrations, the national sport of France since forever

The problem with the demonstrations is that the police, the Brav-M, are not properly trained! They are bludgeoning absolutely everyone, demonstrators or not, even journalists who are supposed to be branded with their press cards. There are insults, abusive statements, sexual touching. There are problems of excessive power in the police but this brigade beats all the records

Anyway, there are demonstrations because we’re saturated. It’s not out of pleasure that people go out on the street to take blows, it’s because we can’t keep being docile

#France #Pension Reform #I have never wanted the independence of Brittany in France so much as now #Learn a little more if you want but don’t trust the big media they don’t show everything #Superheroes don’t exist but I wish they did so that they could restore some order in this crazy world #Well let’s see how it all ends

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boysplanetrecaps · 8 months ago

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Build Up Episode 8 Recap: Do Re Mi Fa, Gift

Hello! It’s time for me, BPR Unnie, to continue recapping MNET’s Build Up, episode 8! In the previous one, we saw a team with no name cover Uptown Funk and make everyone dance. In this one, we’ll see a team of balladeers sing a ballad. Will that win the night? We’ll find out! Let’s go!

Hey look!

It’s Glasses Baekho™! He just looked so cute I had to take a screen shot. This show is so great. Isn’t this show great?

Dahee calls the team up on stage.

They introduce themselves by singing “do-re-mi-fa,” and in a moment of brilliance, Dahee says, “And you have Do-re-mi-fa-SOLAR over there!” (Get it? Do-re-me-fa-so-la.)

Look how proud Dahee is. Hey Dahee, join my improv team!

Solar jokes back and everyone is having a great time and I wish I were fluent in Korean! I learn two or three words a month so I’ll be fluent in a thousand years, so look forward to that!

Glasses Baekho™ says this team is the only ballad team, and that they ranked first in the interim check. Ah, so that’s how they earned the right to choose the running order.

Junhyeok has put on a fair bit of concealer and blush, I think. But it looks good.

We cut back to the interim check.

OMG, new and different Glasses Baekho™? I want to collect them all!

Baekho announces that Gwangseok’s team has ranked first place, but the team doesn’t look pleased at the news.

Junhyeok says he’s “more startled than happy” because “they don’t think we’re their competition.” The team thinks that the other guys chose them as the top tier precisely because they are NOT top tier. And… they’re right.

Hey look, it’s Jeup and Donghun. Imagine seeing them? On this show? There they are! Hi!

Bitsaeon explains, “Although they said to pick the top tier based on the performance, I think all teams were thinking quite strategically.”

We see that Bitsaeon’s team was tempted to pick Jeup’s team as the best, but decided not to give them that boost. Soomin’s team would have picked Jay’s team as the best, but again, didn’t, and Sunyoul’s team thinks along the same lines.

The song they’re doing is Gift by Park Hyo Shin, a song released in 2009 that “conveys the singer’s pain and hopes”.

Sample lyrics:

Whatever others said, I told them I’m not weak, and tolerated such days with tears They didn’t know me, and didn’t even want to listen to what I had to say Left alone in the darkness of the night, one, two, three, I count the stars and in the moment that the morning sky appears… Today, the sky seems like a gift someone left behind for me Under its warmth, stronger than yesterday’s, if you are like me, Listen to this song now, close your eyes, and when you open them once more, It’s going to be alright!!

Ah, if only they had talked to me. I could have told them that songs with a “it’s going to be alright!” messages always (1) get the audience clapping and singing and long and (2) lose. Always. Find me a time that a “it’s going to be alright” song on any Produce/Planet type show has ever, ever won. They often come in last place! I don’t know why. Everyone enjoys them, and no one votes for them.

Bitsaeon, Donghun, and Soomin voice over things like, “It was a predictable song” and “They did what they’re used to doing” and “It’s the same every round.”

Donghun’s team must not have picked Yeo One’s team as the top tier, because on the mic, he says “I think we can easily beat you this time.”

Yeo One has a sassy comeback, but… it doesn’t quite land.

Junhyeok interviews, “I think we made a bad choice.”

They decide to have an emergency meeting at a… convenience store by the docks, I guess?

I mean, they might as well meet outside since apparently buildings aren’t heated in Korea.

Junhyeok says: “Since we established vocalist image that only does ballad….” And Yeo One chimes in: The performances we've shown could have been quite limited.” They’ve done a lot of emotional songs -- maybe it’s time to freshen things up.

They want to show a bright and fun side and decide to add a bit of movement.

Yeo One is their performance expert, and he comes up with some basic semi-choreo for them to do.

They have fun preparing.

And then… it’s time to perform!

Full version without reactions

My thoughts:

Pleasant.

I don’t know what else to say about it. Everyone did fine -- well, Junhyeok was pitchy on that first big high note -- but it’s like I was forgetting about the performance even while I was watching it. There are a lot of distinctive voices here, but this was just so… aggressively pleasant.

I think this would have been a great song for a group to perform at the end of a long concert. You know, when they’ve built up a lot of good will throughout the night and everyone’s kind of emotionally spent and wants to have a sort of “credits role” moment as the encore. The group comes out wearing their tour-merch t-shirts and everyone sways. Great. I’m on board. But it’s just the wrong choice for the only song that you can sing.

It’s weird because Junhyeok said he knew they’d made a bad choice, and they thought they could dress it up with a little bit of extremely lite choreo? I don’t get it. I think they didn’t understand the assignment the way that Jeup did.

In the MNET edit, everyone likes the performance.

Wendy does her best to smile with her new lips.

The judges comment on how nice Yeo One sounds, and what a great voice Gwangseok has.

Eunkwang has to exchange looks with Wendy and Jaehwan over Junhyeok’s sweet tone.

Everyone is a little surprised and pleased when things brighten up and they do that tiny bit of choreo (lining up and stepping away one at a time). Yeo One gets the audience to wave their arms in unison.

We see Wendy a lot. She seems to be really enjoying it.

When one of them say “BASU!” (clap), the audience does clap, but they can’t find the beat, and neither can the judges. Looks like many of the judges have their in-ear monitors out.

When they’re done, the judges applaud, but Solar looks like she wants to wish herself into space.

Seohyung backstage says, “They tried to give the finale feel, like an encore,” and that’s true, they did, but it just sort of makes you nostalgic for the other performances from the night.

Donghun, who had his filter shot off in the war, says, “They’re desperate. They’re all on the edge.”

The judges are voting…

… and they don’t look thrilled.

The high score comes in, and it’s a 94.

What in the fuckity fuck fuck.

Meanwhile, Jay’s team is just like….

I wish the judges could go back and just admit they were wrong about Jay’s team. Don’t any of them even take a moment to think, “Hey, I gave Drowning a 90 or less, do I really want to give this team a fucking 94?” But someone gave a fucking 94. Whatever.

Solar, on the other hand, isn’t super complimentary. She says: “The song itself was well suited for the finale. It’s a hopeful song, and you sang it very hopefully, but there was no narrative to the performance, so the hopeful message wasn’t really conveyed.”

VCG says: “In terms of performances, some share the hope with the audience, while other asks them to witness the singers’ happiness. Your performance was the latter.” The on-screen caption says “It seemed like a performance for the four members, not for the audience to empathize.” He isn’t thrilled with how they used Gwangseok (I think he thinks there wasn’t enough Gwangseok? There didn’t seem to be enough of anything or anyone!) and says “If you get another chance, show me something deep.”

Eunkwang, who gave the 94 -- and who I think might have been the only one who really liked the performance-- says, “I actually felt differently. That’s how diverse the audience’s ears are. During the entire performance, I felt cozy and overwhelmed. Like I was in the clouds.” He praises Gwangseok and the team as a whole.

Well, that’s nice that they got some good feedback. I find Junhyeok a sort of touching figure somehow and wouldn’t want him to be completely bulldozed in this round. Life has bulldozed him enough!

And that’s about it for this post. In the last one, I’ll cover the last 15 minutes of this episode, and do a general wrap up of this round of competition.

It’s a gross stormy day where I live and I have a sad tummy, so what else am I going to do but surround myself with squishmallows and watch Korean tv shows? My Fella just made another pot of coffee for us, my afternoon appointments all canceled due to the storm, I’ve got my microwavable slippers on, so let’s do this.

See you in the next one! And have a very Jeup day until then!

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