#i do not know if this is normal or healthy

[bitchface24-7]

Can you do Jayce and Viktor finding out that one of them got reader pregnant (Viktor thinks there’s no way he could got reader pregnant because of sickness) but when the baby is born they look just like Viktor?

OOPS… - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: y’all fucked up, literally and figuratively. You’re pregnant. You didn’t plan for this, even though you should’ve; y’all fuck like rabbits. But now you’re at the end of your pregnancy, you can’t help but wonder which one of your partners knocked you up.

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, changes in appetite/appearance, weird cravings, giving birth (not detailed), pre-established relationship (YALL ARE MARRIED) Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f

p.s. cute and funny request… may I pray this never finds me. I'd probably only get pregnant for them and they're not real. To any reader who's experienced this and or has kids, you're a trooper and I salute you, cause fuck that!

The three of you had an accident you can't help but think as you look at a positive pregnancy test. Most babies are oopsie babies, you comfort yourself.

You never planned for this, this was never in your equation. But you feel a small sense of fondness, its proof of your love; your boys.

You wish somehow this baby was both of theirs. They could have Viktor’s eyes, Jayce's nose, your smile. They'd be perfect. But that's impossible, so only of your lovers knocked you up.

You wonder who did it.

Oh well… now you gotta break the news to them first. Then you can speculate who fertilized one of your eggs.

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Essentially ten months pass by in a flash. Your stomach gets bigger and bigger, your back and feet ache, you can’t stop throwing up the first trimester, your cravings are wild and your boys get you whatever you want no matter the time. Even if it’s dead at night.

Everything was normal that day until your water broke. You three rushed to the hospital and got set up in a delivery room. Jayce and Viktor are nervous, pacing, and worriedly looking at you. Giving birth can be incredibly dangerous, and they don’t want to lose you.

They’re by your side the whole time, holding your hand, putting a cold towel on your head, motivating you. They made the process as easy as they could. The three of you even joke around.

“I can’t wait to see which one of you knocked me up.”

Jayce and Viktor choke a bit before laughing, “It could be either of us honestly. We’re kinda like rabbits.”

“Jayce!”

“What?”

“It’s probably Jayce’s. I can’t imagine my illness makes it good for my own fertility.” Viktor adds quietly. His tone low and a bit melancholic. You and Jayce look at him and deny his statement. “You don’t know that! Have you been gotten tested or is it an assumption?”

“Assumption.”

Then you scream, and your boys panic pressing the call button on the side of your bed. Two nurses rush in and ask to check your dilation, you agree.

One nurse checks, then the other nurse. One states you’re fully dilated and the other rushes to call for the doctor.

Now it’s time to deal with one of the most painful moments of your life.

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You’re panting, your entire body hurts, and you think you may have broken Jayce’s hand. It’s all worth it when you hear your baby cry.

“It’s a healthy boy! Congratulations!” A nurse says as she lightly cleans your baby, making sure not to let the fluid from birth stay on his skin for too long; we don’t want him to become hypothermic.

She hands your baby to you and his cries immediately cease. He looks up to you and you gasp lightly. He’s Viktor’s. He’s 100000000% Viktor’s.

They’re identical.

You tear up lightly and sniffle. It’s like looking into a tiny mirror of your partner. Same eyes, even though babies are typically born with blue eyes; your baby has Viktor’s golden eyes. Same eyebrow shape, same nose, same lips. They even share the same beauty mark by their eye.

You laugh a bit and your boys look over to your tiny boy. Jayce’s eyes widen as he chuckles, and pats Viktor on his shoulder. Viktor just stands there speechless.

“I carried you for essentially ten months and you come out looking just like your daddy? You’re perfect!” You coo at your baby, your baby coos back at you and you have to hold back a squeal.

“You can’t have kids, huh?” Jayce jokes and Viktor grumbles. Viktor’s demeanour isn’t very scary due to his beaming smile as he looks down at his baby. Your baby. Jayce’s baby.

“So, what’re we naming him?”

You blank for a second. Shit, you didn’t think of that. Oops.

“I never planned on having kids, so I never planned any names.”

Viktor looks blankly at you, “Me neither.”

The two of you look at Jayce. He shrugs lightly, “I didn’t expect to have kids but I did come up with names when I was younger. I always liked James for a boy, and Rose for a girl.”

“You romantic. Rose, really?”

“At least I thought of names, leave me alone Viktor.”

You giggle at them, “James it is. James Talis. It does sound nice huh?”

Viktor and Jayce stop bickering and look at you with hearts in their eyes. Oh, it’s official. You’re now four.

Welcome to the world, James Talis. You’re already loved more than you could ever imagine.

The only men I’d give birth for. Hope y’all liked this!! Love ya ❤️

[ohmy-gojo]

choso is a worrywart.

you always have to send him a text after reaching your office. you get a little burnt while cooking? hes cooking from now on. if youre staying out late, better believe hes gonna pick you up no matter how late it is. takes extreme precautions to keep you away from getting sick or hurt. he also does the same with yuuji, you both are his family and he will do anything to keep you both safe and healthy!

so what happens when you start feeling a little under the weather...?

after waking up you were feeling a little feverish, but you decided not to tell choso because knowing him, he will have high blood pressure if he found out that you were sick. but he ends up finding out anyway because you sneezed. once. he immediately pushed a thermometer in your mouth to check

"i knew it. who knew it? me, thats who. i told you not to leave home without a scarf but you dont listen!" he gently but firmly spoke with furrowed eyebrows

"cho, it was 35 degrees outside..." you mumbled with the thermometer in your mouth

"dont move your mouth!"

he pulled out the thermometer from your mouth and gasped loudly after reading it, putting a hand on his mouth. you checked the thermometer and deadpanned at his reaction

"cho its only 99 degrees,"

"y/n, the normal human temperature is 98.6 degree fahrenheit!" he looked at you like you were crazy for taking the information so lightly

"which means im only 0.4 degrees over the normal temperature."

"exactly???"

he asked you about other symptoms you were facing and noted it down (after begrudgingly accepting that you dont need to go to the hospital, boy was ready to call the ambulance). he made you soup and fed it to you, putting a wetcloth on your not so warm forehead. then he forcefully made you rest again after you said you had work. no way you think he's gonna let you move from the bed, let alone go to work!

obsessively kept checking your temperature until it became normal again (it only took an hour..)

he then checked all your symptoms and researched about it... on google. which diagnosed you with brain cancer. choso passed out and you had to take HIM to the hospital 😭

[redrose10]

Here is the second and final chapter. Thank you for all the feedback. I hope everyone likes it!

Idol Husband Yoongi x Female Spouse Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, body insecurity, hints of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, panic attacks, slightly smutty but nothing crazy

Part 1

Part 1.5

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A few days had passed since Yoongi left your home. You needed some space to process everything that had happened and he was willing to give that to you. Luckily, Hana was used to him being gone for periods of time so she didn’t question it too much and went about her days normally.

Yoongi seemed to be handling everything just fine too which only upset you more because you couldn’t understand how he wasn’t a mess. If it wasn’t for Hana needing you then you wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

If he truly cared about you he would’ve been begging for your forgiveness. It had you questioning a lot of things. Why did he give up so easily? Why hadn’t he tried harder to explain himself? Why did he still have to text you every day to remind you to take your vitamins and drink enough water? Why did he still have to have your favorite breakfast delivered to you every morning knowing you’d be too tired to cook for yourself? Why did he have to remind you about your doctors appointment today when even you forgot about it? You hated that he was still so thoughtful and involved even when he wasn’t there because it made it harder to hate him.

Before your appointment you dropped Hana off at your parents place. She was spending the night there because you wanted her to do something exciting plus you just needed a night to yourself. Your appointment went great. The baby was healthy and you were too so you decided to reward yourself with one of your biggest cravings and a night of relaxing on the couch trying not to think about anything that had happened in the last week.

You had just gotten home with your large pizza covered in pineapple, pickles, and onions with extra anchovies on the side when there was a knock at the door. You sighed before putting the pizza down and slowly getting up to see who was interrupting your peaceful evening.

“Jimin?”, you questioned seeing the smiling man standing in front of you holding up a tub of ice cream. “Hheeeyyyy Y/N. How’s it goin?”, he sang as you stared at him before turning to walk away. “Yoongi’s not here.”, you said knowing that he was just going to follow you anyways.

“Yeah I know.”, he sarcastically said before placing the ice cream into the freezer, “He’s currently moping around on my couch driving me crazy.”

“Sounds like a you and him problem.”, you said taking a bite of your pizza while ignoring the dramatically disgusted face Jimin was making at the sight of it. It tasted like heaven to you thanks to your pregnancy hormones and that’s all that mattered.

Even though you acted indifferent to his news there was a big part of you that felt relief knowing he had been at Jimin’s and not hers.

“Please come get your husband.”, he whined before dropping down into the chair next to you, “Look I love him like a brother, but he’s sooooo annoying when he’s like this. He won’t tell me what happened, but he just keeps sitting there and pouting and if he’s not pouting then he’s crying AND I’m going to have to put a lock on my freezer. He ate my favorite ice cream Y/N. My absolute favorite. I was so excited to come home after a hard day of practice and eat some of my special ice cream but nooooo it was all gone and he didn’t even bother trying to hide the evidence.”

You continued chewing as you mulled over his words. “I didn’t know he was like that.”, you mumbled before taking another bite.

“Yeah tell me about it. He doesn’t even like caramel or white chocolate.”, Jimin scoffed.

“Has he really been crying?”, you questioned. You had known Yoongi a long time and you had only ever seen him cry once, on the day Hana was born and they were tears of joy. He certainly never cried over your relationship before, at least to your knowledge. That was not like him. He always wanted to come off as strong to you, even when he was struggling.

Jimin nodded, “Yeah he is a total wreck. He keeps mumbling something about being stupid and a divorce and then he starts crying again.”

“Divorce…?”, you whispered.

“Hey uh I hate to pry and I know it’s not really my place, but what happened between you two? I’ve never seen him like this so it must’ve been pretty bad.”, he hesitantly asked.

“He cheated on me.”, you answered deciding to just rip the bandage off.

Jimin laughed which made you quickly throw a glare in his direction so he stiffened up and cleared his throat. “No he didn’t.”, he simply said shaking his head, “Yoongi is a lot of things, but cheater is not one of them and he definitely would not have cheated on you.”

“Yeah well tell that to the woman who pulled his tie out of her purse because apparently he left it at her place.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, “WWWHHHAAATT?”

You nodded, “Yep, we were at Hana’s talent show and this woman came up to us and handed him his tie from her purse. You know that cherry tie I gave him for our anniversary? She said he left it at her house. What other reason would there be for him to remove his tie other than sleeping with her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they were eating and he didn’t want to get it dirty? He loves that tie.”, he shrugged.

“Okay then why was he eating at her house to begin with?”, you rolled your eyes, “And he just left. He didn’t even try that hard to explain himself. Maybe he didn’t want the truth to come out.”

“Y/N you know how he is…He’s all about letting things cool down. He probably just didn’t want you getting even more upset and then things would be made worse. He did mention something about the baby and stress and how it’s bad. I don’t know. He’s the one who reads like every baby book ever published.”

Nodding along you started to agree, “I guess...”

Jimin turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow. He tried to speak, but you cut him off, “I don’t blame him to be honest. I mean look at me Jimin. I look like I swallowed a beach ball. I have stretch marks and my boobs are saggy and uneven and that all happened before I even got pregnant for the second time. That woman…she was perfect. She definitely didn’t spend her Friday nights sitting on the couch eating a whole pizza by herself. Why wouldn’t he choose to be with her over me? I bet he doesn’t even find me attractive any more. He probably hasn’t since Hana was born so this was a long time coming anyways.”

You could feel the familiar burning sensation in your waterline and you began to sniffle. Jimin reached over and took your hands into his. Lightly he gave you a squeeze to remind you that he was there for you. “Y/N, deep down you know none of the that is true. Yoongi loves you. He loves you more than anything in this world. He loves every part of you. Trust me. Yoongi loves to brag about you…sometimes a little too much. I still can’t look at a can of whipped cream without feeling weird. And DO NOT even get me started on that cherry neck choker thing he likes you to wear.”

You laughed a little thankful that he was there to help you work through all of this.

“Hey do you remember what that woman’s name was?”, he asked suddenly like he had just thought of something.

You shook your head, “I don’t know. Sarah or Aera or something like that. I kind of blacked out a little.”

Jimin softly chuckled to himself before breaking out into a big smile, “You need to talk to Yoongi. Let him explain and then the two of you need to discuss all of this. Tell him how you’re feeling. It’s not good to bottle this up…for either of you.”

You nodded and whispered a small okay before Jimin grumbled something about going home to save the rest of his ice cream and quickly scurried out of the apartment leaving you to process everything alone.

You were nervous. Hana was spending the second night in a row with your parents and you weren’t sure which one of them was more excited about the extended stay, but you were happy it worked out. Because currently you were pacing around the kitchen waiting for Yoongi to come home. When Jimin came over yesterday he had made it seem like there was a perfectly good explanation for everything that had happened so you texted Yoongi at 3am asking if he wanted to come home for dinner and talk. He responded immediately with a yes and a light scolding for being up so late, but it wasn’t that easy for you to get to sleep.

There was a beep at the door before it opened and shut quickly. Yoongi’s socked feet padded into the kitchen shortly after. The familiar smell of your favorite noodle spot quickly filled the air. He held up the bag with a shy smile and the two of you ate in awkward silence. And when you were done and cleaned up and you couldn’t stall any longer you moved over to the couch to get comfortable. Yoongi took a seat next to you, but still made sure to leave some space unsure of how you would react to him and it killed you that things had gotten so uncomfortable between you both.

“How have you been Y/N?”, he asked.

“Good. You?”

“Alright I guess. I’ve been better.”

You nodded unsure of what else to say.

“I miss you Y/N. I miss you and Hana.”, he said after a while, “I want to come home.”

“Yoongi…are…are you…are you cheating on me?”, you finally questioned wanting to just get it over with. Your bluntness shocked you and him both, but at this point you were tired and you figured what else could it hurt.

You watched his body tense at the question which brought instant tears to your eyes knowing the truth.

Frantically he began wiping away those tears. You wanted to shove him away and tell him not to touch you, but you couldn’t. Having him so close to you. Smelling his cologne that usually signified safety and comfort. Feeling his skin on yours after so long was too much to bare and you needed it.

“Y/N I didn’t cheat on you. I swear on everything I have.”, he whispered trying to keep you calm.

“Then who is she Yoongi? Why did she have your tie and why were you at her place to begin with? Why are you so close with her son?”

He took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through his hair, “Her name is Aera Kim. She is the new Director of International Relations for the company. She helps coordinate things for us outside of Korea like tours, promotions, merchandising, things like that.”

All you heard was not only is she beautiful, but she’s also really successful and powerful too which didn’t help. Yoongi could see the drop in your demeanor so he turned to look at you so you could see how serious he was.

He continued, “We were at her place a few weeks ago. All of us. All of the guys, our managers, and a few others on the team. We were discussing the upcoming album release and world tour. Things were fine and then she said that they decided to add more tour dates. Five more in the US, three more in Europe, and they want to add a whole leg of the tour in South America plus all of the promotions and interviews that come with that. AND they want Namjoon, Hobi, and I to release an EP for a rap thing.”, he took a deep breath trying to collect his thoughts, “That’s going to add on an extra six months to the tour which was already going to take almost nine months to begin with. Then if we do release this EP there will be EVEN MORE work on top of all of that. Y/N I’ll be gone for well over a year and who knows how much longer. There might be a little break here and there, but not a lot. I’m going to miss so much. I won’t be here for you or Hana or the baby. I’ll miss the baby learning to crawl, maybe even their first steps and first words. Hana already tells everyone how I’m always gone on “bwusiness” and this will only make that worse. It kills me every time I hear her say something like that. I was already struggling with going on this tour to begin with and now it has me questioning everything. I…I just…I don’t know if I can do this any more Y/N. I’ve been thinking about leaving the group. I can just write lyrics or maybe just produce. At least I get to be here more often if I I do that.”

You felt bad for him. You knew it was tough on him at times, but you didn’t know it was to this extreme.

“The more I sat there and thought about it the more I began to panic. If I back out of the group then I’m letting down the guys and the label and of course the fans. If I go on the tour then I’m letting down my family. I got so worked up during the meeting that I had a full blown panic attack. I walked out onto the balcony to get some air, but I still felt like I couldn’t breathe so I took my tie and jacket off because I felt like I was suffocating. Namjoon came out to try and calm me down and after a while they called a car to bring me home. I swear I thought I put the tie in my pocket when I grabbed my jacket so when I couldn’t find it I assumed that I dropped it somewhere or left it in the car, but I guess I left it at her place. I…Y/N I didn’t sleep with her. I promise. I barely speak to her. Her son is a huge fan of mine and he’s friends with Hana at school. Sometimes I let him hang out in my studio so I see her for like thirty seconds while she drops him off and picks him up, but that’s like the most I interact with her outside of business situations.”

Either from relief at getting this off his chest or reliving the stress again or maybe a little of both his shoulders started to shake and he buried his face into his hands. He cries shattering your heart. Your cheeks were fully soaked with your own tears now so with nothing to loose you leaned in and nuzzled your face against him pulling him as close to you as possible, “I’m sorry Yoongi. I’m so sorry. I should’ve let you explain from the start. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry you feel like this. You’re not letting anyone down no matter what you do. Please don’t think like that.”

“I never should’ve given you a reason to think that I was cheating on you to begin with.”, he shook his head, “I hate that I let it get to that point. I’ve just been feeling like everything was closing in on me and I didn’t know what to do other than ignore it and hope it all gets better, but it just kept getting worse.”

“No it’s not your fault. I’ve just been so insecure and things have just been kind of weird between us and I really thought you weren’t attracted to me any more and then I saw her and how perfect she is and I panicked because I thought you had moved on to someone better.”, you said through your own tears.

Yoongi surprised you when he moved to get down on the floor to kneel in-front of you. He gently supported himself on your thighs. The warmth and pressure of his hands sent a tingling sensation through your body.

“Y/N, I…fuck I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I’ve just been so stressed and tired and then any time I did want to initiate something I felt like you weren’t into it and I didn’t want to push you or make you feel like I expected something. And you know I’m not the best at speaking my feelings so without being able to show you how I felt I didn’t know how to proceed. But you have no idea how much love I feel for you. And how attracted I am to you. Every little thing about you drives me crazy in the best way possible. I can’t get enough of you and I’m so incredibly sorry that I ever made you think any less.”

Your heart swelled as you grabbed onto the collar of his shirt pulling him up onto the couch with your lips searching for his. He laughed trying to catch himself from falling over before reciprocating the action. He straddled you enough to make sure he wasn’t putting too much weight on you as your fingers furiously undid the buttons of his shirt having it removed within seconds. It didn’t take much longer for your shirt to also end up in the same pile on the floor next to you with your bra following right after.

Even though you were burning up Yoongi’s touches left goosebumps on your skin as his fingers trailed down your side to the band of your shorts. He hooked two fingers inside. He teased you just enough to get a desperate whine out out you begging for more. You could feel him smirk against your lips because he got just the reaction he was looking for. He rocked his hips against you searching for any kind of friction and also making sure you could feel how badly he wanted you. Your brain turned into mush with thoughts of him after that.

You pulled away just long enough to catch your breath, “Bedroom?”

“Fuck yes, please.”, he said already picking you up in his arms and carrying you down the hallway while you giggled loudly in response.

Yoongi dropped down onto the bed next to you. “Are you hurt? Was it too much? I wasn’t too rough was I?”, he questioned trying to steady his breathing while pulling you flush against his body and looking you over at the same time. “No”, you shook your head, “You were perfect. I think I…I think we needed that.”

“Yeah.”, he laughed, “It’s been a while huh? Let’s not do that again.“

“Yeah I uh I guess I was afraid to let you see me like this, but it still hurt that lately you never seemed to really even try which only made me feel worse. And everyone’s always talking about how handsome you are and I just felt like I wasn’t good enough. And then I was worried that you found someone el-“

He silenced you with a kiss, “Y/N there will never be anyone else. Not in this lifetime or the next. You’re it for me.”

You smiled and relaxed into his warmth while he soothingly ran a hand over your belly as your baby happily kicked away excited to come into the world soon.

Between the relief you finally felt and his steady heartbeat lulling you it was only minutes before you had nearly fallen asleep in his arms. But then you startled awake remembering a special treat that was waiting for you in the freezer. You and the baby definitely wanted a late night snack and you were thankful it was there.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”, Yoongi chuckled watching you closely.

“To get cleaned up.”, you grunted as you scooted off of the bed, “Jimin dropped off some ice cream yesterday and I was saving it.”

“Really?”, he asked following you into the shower, “I could go for some ice cream right about now. What flavor?”

You relaxed letting the warm water run over your sore body as you looked up at him with a cheeky smile, “Cherry.”

[sirfrogsworth]

So, I did know the basic psychology of this. Or I have a good guess at least. But I was too tired and just needed a way to end the post quickly. I am running on fumes nearly all the time and sometimes I just do whatever I need so I can publish something and feel like I accomplished a goal.

But a few people are having issues with what I said.

They mentioned that autistic folks find comfort in repetition and feel like I am calling that sad. I definitely see that as a possible interpretation and I appreciate them mentioning feeling that way.

But I just wanted to use a little bit of energy to address why I don't think I was referring to these normal, healthy coping mechanisms. I mentioned in a reply that my father actually needed to watch the same show over and over because he was too sick to concentrate on something unfamiliar. I get why it can be helpful.

Firstly, I don't know many autistic people who trap everyone they know at a party and play the same 12 songs over and over.

By and large, that aspect was what I found most sad.

But aside from that, I see this repetitive behavior as a very different thing.

In fact, I would say it isn't the behavior itself... it is the *reason* for the behavior.

I see Trump's repetitive behavior more as living in the past, stuck in his ways, being stubborn, and unwilling to try new things. Something I see a lot with elderly conservative folks. They yearn for a better time in the past when they forgot all of the shitty things and only remember happy times. They say music was better in the good old days and refuse to consider any good music could be created outside of that golden age.

Trump is stuck in the 80s and 90s. He was young and healthy and grabbing pussy and fucking models (with and without consent) and going to parties of important people. He was invited to celebrity weddings and was literally Regis Philbin's best friend. Society generally liked him. He was just the goofy rich guy with the hair and many of us thought he was really good at business. Something enhanced by The Apprentice which was heavily edited to make him seem like a business genius. He likes people thinking he is good at business more than he likes being president.

I actually think he hates being president and only ran this time to stay out of jail.

Trump is not well liked as he used to be. No matter how many cult members love and praise him, he remains deeply unhappy. His wife refuses to touch or even kiss him in public. She does this little hand escape thing every time he tries to hold her hand. And when he tries to kiss her she makes him do that French thing where he has to kiss the air near her head.

Every one of his current "friends" is just playing the game. They are hoping their fealty will help them climb the ladder. I doubt he has a single genuine friend left. Except maybe Rudy Guiliani, who turned into a fucking nutball.

He was traumatized from being inches away from death and I think that was the real reason he moved his inauguration inside. A life long New Yorker is pretty well adapted to the cold.

He probably has erectile dysfunction. He is said to need a diaper. People say he smells really bad. Getting old sucks for everyone, but it is devastating to a narcissist of Trump's caliber.

Trump is in a psychological prison of unhappiness and all he has left is his rallies and his parties where he tries to trigger memories of better times. He has the world's thickest nostalgia glasses.

Why do you think he says "Make America Great AGAIN"?

He says he is going to restore the US to its "former glory."

Almost every personal and political goal of his is based on restoring how things used to be. Which is why he so easily fit into the regressive Republican party despite being a New York Democrat for most of his life.

Trump has elderly nostalgia brain and he is stuck in a loop. He is desperately trying to recreate his glory days.

I get why people had an issue with the caption. And I should have waited until I had more energy to clarify.

In the end, this man is stuck in his ways and stupendously uncurious of new things.

And those are terrible traits for a president.

[gothghostiie]

Hello! I looove your work, and I had a thought on like a cod firefighter au??? It would kinda be like a scent kink thing I guess... Please feel free to ignore this completely if it makes you uncomfortable at all!!!!!

Ok so, when firefighters come back from a fire they REEK of smoke and chemicals and stuff and honestly it makes me think of two different scenarios:

Scenario 1: cod man gets home from a fire and this man is smelly. Butttt you're so excited he's home and you're just all over him, burying your face in his neck, licking the grime and sweat off of his torso- all of it. Just obsessed with him, his smell, and the fact that he's alive and healthy.

Scenario 2: (Ngl, this one makes me think of your bully!soap). Okay, cod man gets home and you're happy he's home, happy he's safe, but you beg him to go shower because yuck. He finds how grossed out you are funny or something, and it leads to some deviant activities... Such as being stuck with your face buried in his armpit as he drills you from whatever position and makes fun of you. Or grabs your hair and makes you huff his scent from his crotch before he encourages you to suck him off. That kinda stuff.

With either scenario I can just imagine reader getting dizzy off of the smells and stuff and it's just- yeah.

Anyways! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night! Remember to stay hydrated and eat good food :)

have the greatest day and take care of yourself lovie🫶🏻 and i LOOOOVE this and ill be damned if that isnt bully!soap as your boyfriend bc c'mon. you don't seriously think he'd stop being a bully just because hes your boyfriend now, right?

cw: bully!soap is his own warning, CNC, scent kink, facesitting, gn!reader

It's natural and normal that he sweats when he's at work, considering his profession. it's normal for you that he smells a little funky when coming home, but today? today he just reeks for some reason. he comes home and hugs you, kissing your head, you scrunch up your face and push him off slightly. his brows furrow and he almost pouts, holding you tighter. "the hell are you doing?" he asks, you frown softly, tell him to plesse just shower really quick, he can get all the hugs and kisses he wants after, just get washed up.

its needless to say this turned on you the second the words left your lips.

hes grinning, grip on you tightening. "what, y'dont like the smell of a workin' man? a man providing for ya?" he scoffs playfully as you try to squirm out of his big, calloused hands, his grip only tightens. "can't even fuckin' handle a little bit of me huh? might have to help ya get used to it, aye?" your eyes widen at the implications. you know you're in for it now. he picks you up with ease, hands under your ass, you wrap your legs around his waist for support. with a devious grin on his face he carries you into your bedroom, dropping you on the soft bed unceremoniously. his hands fiddle with his pants as you think about your poor sheets, before you even realise it he's already crawling over you in just his underwear. you can't even speak up to ask him what he's doing as his thighs find home on either side of your head, you see him grin down at you before he sits down, planting himself firmly on your poor face. you make a protesting noise, being forced to breathe in his musky scent, the sweat of a long day of work. you cry out, hands grabbing at his thighs, he laughs at you.

"what's the matter babe? don't like your own boyfriend's smell? that's devastating." he says, his tone mocking as he rocks his hips slightly, making sure to really rub it in. you cry out again, nails digging into his skin, trying to somehow get him to get off your face, even if you know the attempts are for nothing. he laughs, patting your hands gently, shaking his head even if you can't see it. "y'really dont like having to endure that do ya? want me to get up off that pretty little face?" the offer is almost too good to be true, you don't even think before nodding; only when you hear his deep chuckle you know he already has another thing to put you through.

he ruts his hips sharply one more time, his semi twitching before he lifts his hip, staying knelt down. you gasp for air, sputtering with a proper pout on your face, it makes him laugh. he pats your cheek briefly, cooing at you. "poor fuckin' thing, can't even handle that, hm?" he chuckles, his hands going to his underwear, pulling it off off him with skilled movements, never getting off of you. you whimper, pressing your lips together, expecting him to shove his filthy cock into your mouth - but no. one hand grabs your face, the other bunches up his underwear. "open up. now." his tone leaves no room for argument, neither does the harsh grip on your face, forcing your mouth open. you whimper in defeat, jaw going slack, he smiles. "there ya go.. thats my baby.." he says softly, genuine affection in his voice, despite what he's doing to you. his other hand forces the bunched up fabric into your mouth, making you gag briefly.

"there there.." he chuckles, patting your head like a dog. "don't worry, gonna distract ya." finally, he gets off your face, you blink at him with teary eyes, letting him have his way as his taste fills your mouth. his hands undress you with a surprising gentleness, caressing and squeezing softly as he smiles down at you. his touch stays gentle even as he pushes his cock into you slowly, inch by inch as you moan, heat rising all throughout your body as muffled moans fill the room. he smiles down at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead as he bottoms out - thats the last bit of gentleness he gives you before putting his weight on you, immediately humping you like hes in heat. your eyes widen, moans growing more frequent and louder, mixing in with his low grunts and skin slapping against skin.

it takes a few moments before you let yourself relax into the brain melting fuck, but by now you should know better than to trust your boyfriend like that. a strong hand grips the back of your head, before you can even open your eyes your face is forced into his damp, unshaven armpit. you yelp, hands trying to push him off, but he just laughs once again, keeping you held there as his thrusts get firmer, knocking the breath out of you, forcing you to breathe him in.

"gonna keep ya like this 'til you learn to fucking love it.."

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - There's 3 Good Shows Holding a Ton of BL Cr*p on their Shoulders

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Jan 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - So darn adorable1 I love the whole shopping trip thing: Mom out with the gay boys is great.

GIVE ME MOAR OF LEE AND HIS PHI. Pretty please?

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 7 of 12 - I love the way Thame is basically like, in my head we are totally dating and acts that way with Po. Yet he hasn't actually discussed it with the poor man. Thame is such a pouty babygirl. Jun is a little shit. All in all, this installment was a little slow but I remain charmed. 

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - I’m actually quite enjoying this. I really do just wanna spend most of my time with this pair watching them kiss (please don't make Noeul act mmm'kay?). So I’m really glad we’re on episode three and the show seems invested in supplying us with kisses already. Thank goodness.  

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - mostly I just feel sorry for Fadel. boy is so tired of everybody else’s gay drama queening. 

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 13 of 24 - I actually like how they are portraying Yotha’s character in this (with relation to his mother). It’s pretty authentic to that kind of situation and personality type, I enjoy that. I also like that Wa dumped Klao for being too jealous. good healthy decision, should have stayed that way.

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 4 of 10 - it just keeps moving through absurdist and ridiculous to gratuitously sexual to mind numbingly dull. I never know where I am with this show. At least it’s not boring... until it so much is. Also my cancer danger signaling is going off hard core. Beware.

I'm like one of those dogs that can sense and epileptic fit, only for death in BL.

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 1 or 10 - Star hunter is back this time with terrible facial hair. I’m putting it on the no fly list right up there with wigs. Apparently Thailand and fake hair are mutually exclusive. The lead ingenue looks a little bit like Yim, and I think they mean to give him a similar personality to Yim’s usual characters, but frankly I found him insipid, dim, and boring. Literally every other surrounding character and couple-to-be is more interesting than the mains. The linguistic bit was cute tho. 

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - heavy sigh.

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 17 end? - supposedly still coming

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 2-3 of 10 - I’m enjoying these second 2 eps a lot better than the first ep. It’s leaning into the premise and I like a quazi Cyrano de Bergerac thing. It’s got that chewy Japanese “who knows where this is going?” seasoning. But one thing we can be sure of is Japan can always veer sideways given the right pothole. Or should I say plothole? Anygay, I like the way they’re different with each other via text than in person, I like that we’ve already had some language discussion and negotiation, I like the cool banter between these men. And they are men. I like how very adult this is. I’m interested to see where it’s going. Color me suitably intrigued, in a refined manner.

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 7 of 12 - Ooo I love the side couple!!!! They are soooooo cute. Kissing to seal a debt? Adorable. Also, yes please keep Ever 4 shirtless forever. I applaud his design, functionality, ans aesthetic choice. Rah rah rah. More manual labor in BL! Pun intended.

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) eps 3 of 9 - I like the secondary couple a lot more than the primary. Shocker.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 16 of ?? - I bit the bullet and finally watched the 2 parts. It really did not need to occupy that much of my time. I did watch it on 1.5, which is not normally what I do with foreign language shows, but I’ve lost patience with this damn thing. I didn’t actually mind the student teacher side pairing, I didn’t like it either. I thought this was the final episode, and then I saw that there was an 2 part ep 17 announced. So i guess not. Have mercy.

Oh yeah and trigger warning all round.

It's airing but......

I Will Turn Back Time (China Gaga) 6 eps - It’s Chinese, no idea if it will end well or not. But it’s the stepbrothers trope. Still, I’m not gonna watch it until it’s done.

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai) - It's done. Did anyway watch it? Thoughts?

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Love a lift and kiss. Show me your muscles by picking another boy up and smooching him silly. (Your Sky)

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[cei1ne]

—You suffer from anemia yet your boyfriends as supportive as ever, just in his own way

დ .•*”Summary: You suffer from anemia but you don’t let it stop you from becoming a hero, yet, your boyfriend’s a stubborn mess and forced you to rest.

༺ღ༒Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Anemic!Reader

☆࿐ཽ༵Tags: High school; Relationship; UA; GN!Reader

＊*•̩̩͙Warnings: Cursing?; Anemia; Overprotective boyfriend

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Word count: 3.8k

‧͙⁺˚*･A/N: Someone requested this but it was anonymous and my tumblr was bugging lately! It just got deleted but I still had lots of fun writing this and I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading this! And I didn’t know if they meant headcanons or Scenario so I just did both!

Headcanons: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Anemic!Reader

1. Worry Masked by Irritation: Bakugou would constantly mask his concern for your condition by pretending to be annoyed. He’d grumble about you being “too weak” but would secretly go above and beyond to ensure you’re healthy.

2. Diet Control Freak: He’d take control of your meals, researching iron-rich foods and sneaking them into your diet. If you tried to resist, he’d shove a plate at you with a snarky remark like, “Eat this before I lose it.”

3. Hyper Awareness: Bakugou would become hyper-aware of your signs of fatigue or dizziness. If you so much as swayed while standing, he’d immediately drag you to sit down.

4. Loud Protector: If anyone dared to tease or question you about your condition, he’d explode (figuratively and maybe literally). “You got something to say?! Say it to me!”

5. Gentle in Private: Though Bakugou is explosive in public, in private, he’d show softer affection. He’d tuck blankets around you, carry you to bed if you overexerted yourself, and grumble softly, “Don’t push yourself, idiot.”

6. Hates Seeing You Weak: Seeing you too tired to get up genuinely unnerves him. He’d pace, bark orders, and eventually sit by your side, silently holding your hand.

7. Acts of Service: Bakugou would do small things like fetching water, helping you stand, or taking on your chores. Of course, he’d act like it’s no big deal. “You’re lucky I’m not a total asshole, huh?”

8. Research Master: He’d secretly learn about anemia from every available resource and even consult Recovery Girl or doctors. He wouldn’t tell you about it, though; he’d just start doing things that showed he knew what he was talking about.

9. Training Adjustment: He’d modify training sessions for you, subtly encouraging you to take breaks without making you feel weak. He might even offer to spar lightly to “keep you on your toes.”

10. Blunt Reassurance: If you ever felt self-conscious about your condition, Bakugou would bluntly shut you down. “You’re not weak. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

Got it! Here’s the extended version of the scenario, which will build up to at least 4,000 words with added details, inner thoughts, interactions with other characters, and expanded scenes.

Rest is for the Weak (But Not for You)

The morning started like any other. The dorms buzzed with activity as Class 1-A prepared for the day ahead. You had been one of the first to wake, though not because you were particularly eager. A familiar heaviness sat on your chest, and your limbs felt as though they were weighed down by lead.

It was nothing new. This was your normal.

“Y/N, you doing okay?” Mina’s cheerful voice rang out as she caught sight of you rubbing your temples. “You look kinda pale.”

You gave her a small smile, brushing it off. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.”

“You sure? I can grab you something from the cafeteria real quick if you need it!”

“Thanks, Mina, but I’m good,” you said firmly, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

She hesitated but eventually nodded, skipping off to join the others. As you gathered your things and headed toward the training grounds, you could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on you.

Turning your head, you locked eyes with Bakugou.

He didn’t say anything, but his narrowed eyes and furrowed brow made it clear he’d heard the exchange. You pretended not to notice and hurried to catch up with the others, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue.

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The training session was supposed to be routine—a series of combat drills designed to test reflexes and stamina. You had been paired with Midoriya for a sparring match, something that usually wouldn’t faze you.

But today, every movement felt sluggish. Your punches lacked their usual strength, and your dodges were just a fraction too slow. Midoriya, ever the observant one, noticed almost immediately.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” he asked, concern etched into his face as he blocked one of your weak punches.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, dodging to the side as he retaliated.

But the dizziness was getting worse. Your vision blurred at the edges, and the sound of your own heartbeat roared in your ears.

“Y/N—”

“Stop holding back!” you snapped, cutting him off.

Midoriya flinched but complied, though his hits were clearly pulled. You hated it—hated the pity in his eyes, the way he seemed afraid to fight you properly. You wanted to prove you could keep up, that you weren’t a liability.

And then your knees buckled.

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“Oi! What the hell are you doing, Deku?!”

Bakugou’s voice rang out across the gym, loud enough to make everyone pause. You barely registered the sound of his boots stomping across the floor before he was standing between you and Midoriya, his crimson eyes blazing.

“I-It wasn’t his fault—” you started, but Bakugou cut you off with a sharp glare.

“Shut it, dumbass,” he growled before turning back to Midoriya. “What the hell were you thinking, letting them push themselves like that?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to respond but quickly decided against it, his expression shifting to one of resignation.

“And you,” Bakugou snarled, rounding on you. “What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve hurt yourself!”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, trying to push past him.

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. He grabbed your arm—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop you in your tracks.

“You’re not fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re done. Sit down before you pass out.”

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Bakugou practically dragged you to the edge of the gym, ignoring your protests as he deposited you on a bench. The other students watched from a distance, their whispered conversations filling the air.

“Bakugou, you’re overreacting,” you muttered, crossing your arms as he crouched in front of you.

“Overreacting, my ass,” he shot back, his tone sharp. “You’re pale as shit, and you can’t even stand up straight. Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

You glared at him, but the dizziness made it hard to keep your head up. Bakugou noticed immediately and let out an irritated sigh.

“Tch. Stay here,” he ordered before stomping off.

When he returned a few minutes later, he was carrying a water bottle and a protein bar. He shoved them at you without a word, his scowl deepening when you hesitated.

“Eat. Drink. Now,” he barked.

“Bakugou, I don’t need—”

“Don’t argue with me, dumbass!” he snapped, his voice louder than necessary. “Just do it!”

You flinched but complied, taking small sips of water and nibbling on the protein bar.

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When the session ended, Bakugou didn’t give you a choice about walking back to the dorms together. He hovered close, his sharp eyes scanning you for any signs of weakness.

“You didn’t have to walk me back,” you muttered, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

“Shut up. You’re lucky I didn’t carry your ass,” he shot back.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. But as you reached the dorms, Bakugou’s voice softened.

“You need to take care of yourself, Y/N,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

You glanced at him, surprised by the shift in his demeanor. “I do take care of myself.”

“Bullshit,” he muttered. “If you did, I wouldn’t have to babysit you all the damn time.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the exhaustion caught up with you, and you leaned against the wall for support.

Bakugou was at your side in an instant, his hand on your arm as he steadied you.

“See? This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he grumbled. “You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”

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Once inside your room, Bakugou made himself at home, pulling a chair up beside your bed as you sat down.

“You’re not staying,” you said, giving him a tired look.

“Like hell I’m not,” he retorted, crossing his arms. “Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do something stupid.”

You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re an idiot,” he shot back, though there was no real heat behind his words.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the tension gradually fading as the weight of the day settled over you. Bakugou’s presence, as much as you hated to admit it, was comforting.

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The silence in your dorm room was a strange thing. Bakugou wasn’t one to enjoy stillness, yet here he was, sitting in your chair like he belonged there, arms crossed as he glared at the wall. The occasional sound of his foot tapping against the floor was the only thing breaking the quiet.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said finally, unable to take the tension anymore.

“Too bad,” he replied curtly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “You’re seriously overreacting. I just got a little dizzy.”

He turned his sharp gaze on you, the intensity in his crimson eyes making you freeze. “A little dizzy? You couldn’t even finish training without almost eating shit in front of everyone.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” you muttered, looking away.

“I’m not saying it to piss you off, dumbass,” he snapped, leaning forward slightly. “I’m saying it because you’re being reckless.”

You stared at him, surprised by the raw frustration in his voice. Katsuki Bakugou was never one to sugarcoat his words, but there was something different about the way he spoke to you now—like he was genuinely afraid for you.

“I just don’t want to hold anyone back,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugou’s expression softened for a moment, though his scowl quickly returned. “You’re not holding anyone back,” he said firmly. “You think I give a crap if you can’t keep up sometimes? You’re not weak, Y/N.”

The words caught you off guard. You’d always thought Bakugou saw weakness as unforgivable, that he’d look down on anyone who couldn’t match his relentless energy. Hearing him say otherwise left you speechless.

“Tch. Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbled, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “I’m just telling the truth. Now shut up and rest.”

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Despite Bakugou’s insistence that you stay in bed, word of your condition had spread among your classmates, and it wasn’t long before a few of them came knocking.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Mina burst into the room, her usual enthusiasm dampened by concern. She carried a small bag of snacks, which she set on your bedside table with a flourish.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” Bakugou interjected from his seat, his voice dripping with irritation. “Now get out.”

“Bakugou, be nice!” Kirishima appeared behind Mina, giving his friend a pointed look before turning to you. “We just wanted to check on you, Y/N. You scared us a little back there.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, guilt creeping into your tone. “I just… overdid it.”

“You think?” Bakugou muttered under his breath.

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, we’re glad you’re okay. Just take it easy, all right? And don’t let Bakugou boss you around too much.”

“Too late for that,” you joked, earning a glare from Bakugou.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Mina and Kirishima finally left, though not without a promise to check in on you again later. As soon as the door closed, Bakugou let out an irritated huff.

“They don’t know when to leave,” he grumbled.

“They’re just worried,” you said, leaning back against the pillows. “You don’t have to be so rude.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need a damn audience while I’m trying to take care of you,” he shot back.

You raised an eyebrow. “Trying to take care of me? Is that what this is?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing again.

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That night, long after Bakugou had begrudgingly left your room, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His words from earlier echoed in your mind.

“You’re not weak, Y/N.”

It was such a simple statement, yet it meant more to you than you could explain. For as long as you could remember, you’d been battling the fear that your anemia made you a burden. You hated the idea of being someone others had to take care of.

But Bakugou didn’t see you that way.

You weren’t sure when he’d started paying such close attention to you, but his protectiveness was undeniable. It was infuriating at times, but it also warmed your heart in a way you couldn’t ignore.

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When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the smell of food.

Groggily sitting up, you saw Bakugou standing by your desk, a tray of breakfast in his hands.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“What’s it look like?” he replied, setting the tray down on your lap. “You’re eating before training today.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You made this?”

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s just eggs and toast. Not like I cooked a five-star meal.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you picked up your fork. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, looking away. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

As you ate, you noticed how he lingered by the door, his usual impatience replaced by something softer.

“Are you gonna watch me the whole time?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he shot back.

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Over the next few weeks, Bakugou’s concern for you became an undeniable part of your routine. He started carrying snacks and water bottles with him during training, shoving them at you whenever he thought you looked tired. He adjusted his own training schedule to keep an eye on you, even if it meant sparring with someone else so he could watch from a distance.

And while he never outright said it, his actions spoke volumes.

One day, after a particularly exhausting training session, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the gym, your legs dangling over the side as you tried to catch your breath. Bakugou appeared beside you, handing you a cold water bottle without a word.

“Thanks,” you said, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip.

“Tch. Don’t mention it,” he muttered, sitting down next to you.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the gym fading into the background. It was moments like this that reminded you just how much Bakugou cared, even if he’d never admit it.

“You’re not weak, you know,” he said suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

You turned to look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone.

“Thanks, Katsuki,” you said quietly, using his first name for the first time in weeks.

He didn’t say anything, but the faint smile that tugged at his lips was enough.

[pillowspace]

Back to MDP-posting, hold on.

Sticking to my interpretation of Mal du Pays being very protective of Siffrin but in all the wrong ways, I was trying to think of how MDP could occasionally actually do healthy things. In its eyes, its always doing what it thinks is for the best, but sometimes it does actually hit the mark.

Siffrin's too depressed to get out of bed. Similarly to what I described with the nightmare, MDP just crawls into his bed and lies there with him. UNTIL Siffrin starts getting very hungry and/or thirsty, and MDP, as an extension of Siffrin's feelings, senses this. So it leaves to go find food or water. And thus the party only needs to see MDP wandering about in search of something to know that Siffrin needs something.

This can mean the party going to help Siffrin get out of bed so he can eat and drink, OR, MDP suddenly returning to the room with a plate of food and water and Siffrin squinting at it from his pillow like "how did you get that??????"

Normal answer: the party handed MDP food to bring back to Siffrin because it was clearly getting frustrated.

Funny answer: MDP walked into town, found a stranger's meal unattended outside of a restaurant, just thought "oh! Food!", picked it up, and walked back. Now no one knows where MDP got that.

This is not to imply that MDP is Siffrin's self care exactly. The following is an explanation of how I view this dynamic:

1. Siffrin: I'm hungry... // MDP: we need food then.

2. Siffrin: I want to be alone right now... // MDP: you're a burden to your party.

3. Siffrin: I feel guilty for just lying here all day... // MDP: that's because you're awful.

4. Siffrin: but I don't want to get up either... // MDP: *climbs in bed with them* then don't bother.

And then boom. Cuddling cats. Normal and ethical dynamic.

Hi. Good morning. I just woke up. Thinking very intensely about Mal du Pays being """comforting""" towards Siffrin. Aa one does directly after waking up

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, can I request a romantic Doflamingo concept with an ex-pirate darling, who was abandoned by their crew?

Oof... Of all people you had to come across, it had to be him?

Yandere! Doflamingo with Ex-Pirate! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Controlling behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Coercion, Threats, Unhealthy power dynamic, Biting, Forced relationship.

Of all the captains you could've come across, Doflamingo was probably ONE of the worst ones.

While somewhat caring to his crew, he's harsh to rookies.

Plus, joining the Donquixote Pirates is a difficult task.

Many new recruits are driven away due to how cruel Doflamingo is.

Being abandoned in Dressrosa was your first stroke of bad luck.

Being found by Doflamingo was your second.

You had originally planned to hide away on Dressrosa to plan.

Perhaps your crew planned to betray you for a treasure or some other reason, expecting the Donquixote Pirates to finish you off.

That or maybe you betrayed them, which led to them sending you here.

Or... maybe they planned to take on the Donquixote Pirates... Only to be slaughtered.

Either way, you're now without a crew and stranded on Dressrosa.

For most, meeting Doflamingo is the equivalent of a death sentence.

He probably knows you were part of a crew due to how you hold yourself.

You're a pirate... yet you look awfully lost.

Knowing Doflamingo's sadistic personality, he may take this as an excellent chance to toy with a new face.

When he approaches, it's with that infamous grin he has.

He's no doubt curious about your story, his aura threatening as he questions you.

You see, he doesn't like other pirates in his territory...

So start talking.

Hearing you were abandoned from your crew is amusing to Doflamingo.

Considering he takes in those who have nowhere to go if they prove themselves... You can see where this is going.

Doflamingo may offer you a spot in his crew if you're truly a capable pirate.

In reality he intends to make you a new toy for him to play with.

Your time with the Donquixote Pirates would be rough.

Doflamingo calls it a family, yet it doesn't really feel like one.

Not at first, at least.

Doflamingo took you in for entertainment, finding you intriguing enough to catch his attention.

He's taken in misfits before, he isn't new to rookies.

The issue is... How long will it take to get you to break?

You see, the Donquixote Family is known for doing some of the most heinous crimes.

Murder, mass murder, weapons and drug dealing, all sorts of crime.

It isn't your typical pirating.

It's a criminal empire.

Being dragged into this is a bit disorienting.

Yet it wasn't like you had a choice, right?

It was join or die, Doflamingo essentially forced you to entertain him as his newest fixation.

Being around Doflamingo makes you see a lot of things you wished you didn't.

This crew is more violent and unhinged than your typical crew.

It's just how Doflamingo runs it.

The worst part is probably how his obsession would become... romantic.

Doflamingo would manipulate you into something that vaguely resembles a relationship.

It has 'romantic' themes, but it isn't healthy.

It's not like Doflamingo has had normal loving connections.

Or at least... never processed them since he's so arrogant.

To him, even romantic connections need to have a power dynamic.

You're already nervous about your new captain as you know how ruthless the Warlord can be.

If Doflamingo was subtle and coerced you into a relationship, you'd probably accept out of fear he'd discipline you.

Doflamingo has had his flings before.

You've seen it before in his parties.

He's no stranger to sadistic charisma.

You no doubt know how he acts when he sees something he wants.

It's hard to ignore the hunger in his eyes when he looks at you.

Doflamingo is touchy with you.

Even a simple touch on the shoulder or a hand around your waist doesn't really feel loving.

It feels threatening... possessive.

Doflamingo acts like he owns you more than see you as a partner.

You've seen the carnage his Devil Fruit can do.

You're no stranger to him puppeteering those who anger him, or slaughtering them for his own amusement.

He likes the blood staining the stones of Dressrosa.

You barely get to speak with anyone outside of the Donquixote Family.

Even then, if they aren't important to him, Doflamingo still plans to get rid of anyone too close to you.

He's not a man known to share.

You listen in fear that he'll use his ability on you.

If your crew still exists, he may have them hunted down out of spite.

The only thing he'll thank them for is leaving him such a pretty toy.

Besides that, He'll make sure you witness their deaths.

Then you'll know where your true family is.

Doflamingo likes to make you reliant on him.

There's no leaving his family now.

Not when you've managed to entice him.

Doflamingo always seems to calculate his actions.

He plans his affections, manipulating you emotionally to need him.

If you need him, then you'll always be his.

That's what he wants.

Essentially, you can't tell if being killed by him would be better or not.

But you often find yourself pondering it each time the man touches you, nuzzling into your neck only to bite.

Even more so when you see the blood on his face after he plans yet another genocide.

Sometimes you wish he killed you like the rest of your crew.

Instead, he claims you're meant to be lovers.

You're meant to belong to him.

Even if you run, you can't hide in Dressrosa.

He'll find you and by this point, he isn't killing you.

He's keeping you all to himself.

It doesn't matter if he has to cage you like a pretty bird in a cage or not.

He found you, he took you in, he's chosen to love you...

You're all his now.

[jeonscatalyst]

Sometimes I get a little sad about the fact that I, a gay person, have been loving and supporting bts with Jimin and Jungkook as my biases for almost 7 years and never felt comfortable enough to show love for them as anything more than a friend duo. I’ve even been a quite vocal shipping-anti, don’t agree with the way shippers often behave, certainly don’t agree with companies gay4pay’ing while openly lgbtq artists are discriminated against and harassed. Not to mention having your sexuality and relationships speculated on can be incredibly traumatic. None of it sat right with me, no matter how normalized it is.

But with time I’ve come to realize the lines are blurry sometimes. Jikook is one of those times. For example now seeing that gcf post, Jungkook editing with those lyrics when jimin is on screen, the Tokyo one too with the Troye Sivan song, I am once again conflicted. What if all I’ve been doing for all these years is miss the opportunity to support real representation, to validate queer idols? What if they wanted to be seen? I’ve been actively dismissing so much about them just to be respectful, but what if the more respectful thing would have been to embrace them? I know I would have felt incredibly frustrated if people kept brushing aside all my efforts to show love for my partner and this part of my identity. So which one is worse? I honestly don’t know anymore and that’s why I just stay quiet on them altogether.

Hi anon,

I don’t think you’re wrong for intentionally avoiding putting a label on whatever Jikook might have, because the truth is, they’ve never explicitly told us what they are to each other. As a shipper who spends time on social media discussing Jikook and the nature of their relationship extensively, I am fully aware that I’m being invasive. This feels invasive because, while I believe they might have a need to be seen for who they truly are, I don’t think they’re actively trying to reveal that to the world��at least not yet.

I have a great deal of respect for those who choose to honor their privacy by not digging too deeply into their personal lives. Some of us are far too curious, and while we may feel a strong need to openly support what we believe they are, that doesn’t necessarily justify how much we probe.

It’s also important to remember that at the end of the day, everything we discuss is speculation. None of us know for a fact what Jimin and Jungkook truly are to each other. I wouldn’t fault anyone for their perspective, no matter what they choose to do. I don’t mind people who are anti-shipping because they see it as invasive….it is invasive, after all. My issue is with those who use anti-shipping as a cover to invalidate or disrespect Jikook’s bond. Likewise, I can’t stand those whose homophobia blinds them to the simple truth that love is love, even between bandmates who have lived together for years.

It’s perfectly okay to respect their privacy by not delving too deeply into analyzing their lives while still supporting them in a healthy, respectful way for whatever they are.

I also don’t think Jimin and Jungkook would only appreciate support for the idea of them as lovers. I believe they would be happy knowing people support their bond…whether it’s romantic, platonic, or brotherly. As long as you actively support and acknowledge the love they have for each other(which they constantly show us) regardless of its nature, you really can’t go wrong.

[ofdarknesseyes]

Toji shoved his hands into his pockets as he trailed behind Megumi, his gaze casual, yet his mind carefully cataloging every detail. The sight of his son—grown, healthy, and strong despite everything—was something he never thought he'd witness. Megumi wasn’t quite as tall as him yet, but for his age, he was probably a little above average. Lean but toned, with a strength he witnessed during their fight. The messy spikes of his hair brought back memories of his late wife, and Toji felt an unfamiliar softness tug at the corners of his lips. A small, fleeting smile.

He was really doing this, wasn’t he? Actually trying to do something good for once.

No matter what he did now, it wouldn’t erase the years he wasn’t there when Megumi needed him most. Toji knew that, yet this time, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away. Even if he’d wanted to—God knows he tried—the pull was too strong. He thought about telling Megumi the truth, that it wasn’t out of some noble desire to be a better father. No, it was selfish. He just wanted to be near his son again. But how could Megumi even give him this chance? How could someone as kind-hearted as Megumi find it in himself to care for someone like him?

And yet, Toji saw it. The quiet love and unspoken yearning in Megumi’s eyes. It took all of his willpower not to break. Not to pull his son into his arms and promise, foolishly, that everything would be okay. Feelings like that were foreign to him, alien and uncomfortable, but he couldn’t shake them. Even so, he knew better than to give in. Those promises would do no good—not for him, not for Megumi.

So, he kept his distance, walking a few steps behind, pretending it didn’t weigh on him. At least, not for now.

When Megumi apologized for a blunt remark, Toji let out a snort, amused. There it was—bitterness, laced with a hint of anger. It was normal. Expected, even. Honestly, Toji would’ve been more concerned if Megumi didn’t feel any resentment toward him.

“You survived this long because I wasn’t in the picture,” he muttered, reaching out to poke Megumi lightly on the head.

The topic shifted when Megumi asked about Gojo. Toji hesitated, his answer slow and measured. He was unsure of how much he wanted to give away by saying too much but lying outright wasn’t his style either. Something vague would suffice for now. He’d cross the bridge of full disclosure when Megumi demanded it.

“I only knew him in passing mostly. Later on… I kicked his ass once, and then he kicked mine.”

Toji shrugged, smirking faintly, the ghost of mischief flickering in his expression. He was about to toss out a snarky follow-up when he felt it—a sudden, unmistakable surge of cursed energy. Instinct took over. He stepped closer to Megumi, positioning himself protectively in front of his son without a second thought.

“You can access weapons with your Ten Shadows right?” he asked, his tone sharp but calm. “I know I broke the last one I took from you, but think you can lend me something?”

The Sorcerer Killer didn’t need weapons to kill, not really, but they made things easier. And if it came to a fight, he was damn serious about protecting Megumi. His gut churned with unease, a bad feeling he couldn’t shake. The King of Curses was out there, and Toji knew in his bones that the bastard would come for his son. Not on his watch. If it came down to it, Toji would ensure Megumi survived, no matter the cost. Even if he didn’t make it out of this one, that wouldn’t matter. What mattered was Megumi…

There was love in Toji's eyes. Megumi might have been a fool for seeing it or believing that was what he was actually seeing,but he knew that look. Afte rall, it was the same look Megumi was giving to his father. Two pairs of green eyes filled with so much that was unsaid and that could not be said. Did his father love him? Toji said a lot of things last night, promised a lot of things, and held him but he never outright said he loved his son. Megumi told himself he didn't need to hear it.

His father was stepping up and with THAT look his his eyes. It made Megumi's heart feel so painfully full and empty at the same time. Megumi did want MORE to make up for lost time and also because he doubted one or both of them would make it out of the fight with The King of Curses. Resigned to his fate Megumi's eyes began to fill with more than just love. There was pain and longing there too. He wanted to press himself against his father and feel him again.

Feel how a child felt being LOVED. Megumi shook his head. What Toji was saying only confused him more. Why did he call Satoru a brat like he knew him? And what was with Toji claiming he was supposed to be dead? He eyed his dad with so many emotions but decided to leave the hotel room with his father in tow. it was weird marching into battle. There was so much riding on their involvement but the world around them was oblivious. The world felt more surreal than usual. Curses were attacking Tokyo but the world as a whole was still ignorant. His green eyes looked at his father through his peripheral view as they made their way to the elevator and descended to the main floor.

“ Won't you tell me.. how you know Gojo and ... if you really want to do this. You know I don't need protecting. I survived this far without you. ” That sounded harsh. He sighed. “ Sorry. ”

Outside the hotel lobby, the streets were emptier than usual. People were either smart enough to be warded off by mysterious deaths. When he felt a spike in cursed energy, Megumi instinctively moved close to his father until their bodies were touching.

[tributedreference]

The Genius that is Killer

So many people on here love Killer. For good reason; he's a good, well-rounded character. But may I do a deep dive as to why you like him? He's relatable. Despite the fact that he is literally just a Sans that had their code hacked to kill everybody, the way he expresses himself is very, ironically, human. He has likes, dislikes, fears, people he wants to protect, he used to have dreams, etc. Personally for me, though, the thing that sells it is his difficulty to feel. It's basically in the core of the human nature to live with some kind of anxiety, and emotional blunting is a symptom of anxiety and depression. Anxiety and depression obviously show themselves very differently depending on the person, but the point is still there. Considering everything Killer has gone through, it wouldn't be a stretch to develop these symptoms with his massive amount of Determination worsening the effects they have. Stage 1 is normal, or an attempt to be normal, Stage 2 is the neutrality/numbness/ dissociation that is emotional blunting, and Stage 3 and 4 are the flickers of feeling too much of something after so long. And what's even better is that Killer has himself healthy coping mechanisms. Could be animals or Colour, but he has the outline of a web of support, even if he doesn't know it. Even if a lot of situations Killer finds himself in are over-the-top and have little to do with the real world, the effects they have on him are real, and their relatable. Funny how an empty shell of bones is one of the most human characters in this fandom.

[midnight--sadness]

Okay, a/b/o idea. Everyone has a destined alpha and omega pairing. Inho and his wife were not a destined pairing, but they married each other because it was a sweet mutual love, hence why it ended in tragedy.

Inho is heartbroken and became who he is today because he hates the world that decided that love is not enough. He's bitter, resentful and so ticked off by Gihun and he doesn't know why. That is, until he gets close enough and oh, oh, that's his omega.

Old man yaoi starts.

Inho is going through it because he now knows what love is, as the poets say. Gihun is shocked, he thought he would never find his destined alpha. He's too old, and to top it off, it's the frontman!

So much drama and internal thinking. I just know Inho is about to combust. Heck he might change, shut down the games because he needs his omega to love him.

love this! 💖

i could see inho considering shutting down the games for gihun but maybe he's so jaded he doesn't do it. maybe he thinks to himself that he had an omega whom he loved so much despite her not being his destined mate and she died. why would he risk everything he has worked for for an omega he doesn't know, who is trying to destroy his life's work?

but his alpha instincts are bigger than his brain and he ends up spending the games protecting gihun, growling at anyone who raises their voices at him, always keeping him in his line of sight, making sure he eats and sleeps as much as possible, ensuring that his omega, his promised mate, is healthy.

gihun i think would accept it easier. for him, youngil is a normal alpha, even if his scent is familiar (they met in the limo, and while inho had on scent blockers, they are destined mates) and he seems like a genuinely nice person. hes caring and protective and level-headed, the type of alpha gihun would love to meet in his youth. he'd be insecure, wondering why they did meet 20 years before when gihun was still fertile (😈) and not traumatized and they could have had a life together.

when gihun discovers that youngil is the front man and that the front man is hwang inho and hwang inho is junho's brother..... oh, he's going to flip his shit. maybe even reject inho? and they'll both suffer the consequences since rejeting a destined mate results in death

[journal3sposts]

Daryl Dixon x Reader drabble

MDNI. 18+

author's note: No use of Y/N, the reader is very self indulgent, my apologies. It's not finished, and soppily written, based off a post i made a few months back. This is my first time posting any of my writing, pls be gentle with me. Thank you!

Daryl walked in his home in Alexandria, kicking off his boots and dropping his crossbow to the floor. As soon as you heard him, your face lit up, it had been days, and you always worried yourself when he was on runs. You quickly made your way over to him and let your arms snake around his neck, head rolling into his shoulder to leave kisses, “Mmm, God, baby. I missed you so much- I got dinner cooking if you wanna shower or rest for a bit-“

“Stop cookin’. Ain’t hungry.” He pushed your arms off his shoulders and went up the stairs with heavy steps echo through the whole house. You turned your oven lower and opened a book nearby, you’d wait on Daryl, he deserves someone to wait on him after all he’s been through. You were happy to give him the space he needed. You checked your roast, read your book, and cleaned up the living room, all before he came back down. His hair was wet, he had showered. You smiled, it took many years but you had gotten him in the habit, you wanted him to have a healthy life so bad, people who love him, a good routine. He made his way down the stairs, feet still heavy- as always. He was shirtless, a rare sight, one only meant for you. You thought he was beautiful. He made his way to the barstools at the counter, taking a seat shyly, like a kid who’d been scolded. You set down your wine glass, tone soft snd sweet.

“You wanna talk, sweetheart?”

“No.”

“Okay.” You picked your book back up, taking another sip of wine, allowing him to just exist with you, before he broke the silence

“I will, though.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, love.”

“Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Yer all fuckin’ understanding, and spoutin’ off all this therapy bullshit all the time, and your voice never raises. Just little miss fuckin’ perfect over there.” He spat with with some inward resentment. He was raising his voice and waving his hands, and there you sat, waiting on him

“I’m not perfect, Daryl.”

“Oh don’t do-“

“No, wait. Hear me, sweetheart. I already did this. I already got to heal, i’m healthy and i’m happy, and i want that for you. Now let me help.” You spoke a bit firmer than you normally do with your husband, putting a hand on his stubbled cheek to make him look you in the eye.

“ ‘m sorry.” Without much warning his large hands were on your waist and pull you close. “Goddamnit, ‘m so fuckin’ sorry. J-Just t-the whole run w-as f- fucki-“

“Baby, you don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready.”

“ ‘m so sorry, so sorry-“ His head was buried in neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. His grip was so tight you swear you’d find little purple marks in their places the next morning, but Daryl needed you right now. He needed this, so you didn’t care how many bruises you find. You combed your fingers through his long damp hair, trying to soothe him. “You don’t need to apologize, just gotta let me know what you need, okay?”

He didn’t say anything for a while, just sat like that. But it wasn’t much longer until he was standing up, pushing you onto the counter as he slotted himself between your thighs, nipping at your neck. You were surprised, and a bit concerned, you began pushing his head back, delicate fingers on his jaw to make him look you in the eye “Are you sure? I don’t think-“

“ ‘m so sorry- let m-me fix it, l-let me fix i-it. S-sorry, so sorry-“ His eyes had tears prickling, threatening to fall over as he desperately undid your pants and pulled them down, mumbling his incoherent mess of ‘sorry’s’ into your cleavage. Your fingers ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, soothingly. He needed this. Who were you to deny such a pretty boy?

“It’s okay, baby. Take what you need, it’s okay.” As soon as the words left your mouth his lips met yours, in sweet, raw, depraved mess. He was so desperate, one arm wrapped around you pulling as close as possible with his other hand sneaking under the waistband of your panties. As soon as his rough, calloused fingers met your clit, making small uncontrolled circles, you’re grabbing at his hair, bucking your hips to get more. Daryl was happy to give you whatever wanted, he needed forgiveness, he needed you, engulfing him, he needed to breathe you, to consume you. He wasted no time sliding two thick fingers in your needy hole. “Daryl- Dar, I- Fuck, honey, slow down-“ But he didn’t. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t fathom stopping. His mouth was leaving sloppy wet kisses up and down the column of your neck, fingers moving faster to curl up inside you, searching for that little spot that made you shake, mumbling “ ‘m sorry, sweetheart. So s-sorry, i-i’ll fix it, i’ll- i’ll make you feel g-good-“

You we’re moaning out and clenching at how how he moved, twisting and sucking on your sweet spot. His fingertips brushed against your g-spot, your legs closed around him, forcing him impossibly closer as his free hand worked on pulling off your top, with your assistance. You were writhing against him, clinging to him as the knot in your core tightened “Dar, I-I’m c-close…” He had been damn near humping the cabinet at this point, keeping his same movement as his thumb found your clit. The knot finally snapped, leaving you screaming into his mouth and bucking into his hand as your tits slapped against his chest at your movements. It wasn’t long before he had pulled his heavy cock out snd lined it up, bottoming out as you squeal from the overstimulation “Baby- Dar, wait, you gotta-“ The tears had made their way past his eyelashes, falling over his cheeks as he sniffed and pounded into you. You were screaming, clenching around him, dripping down his thighs and heavy balls. No part of you wasn’t left utterly defiled. And you loved it. He didn’t seem mentally present, he was reeling, still pleading for forgiveness, no matter how much you tried to reassure him through your moans, and it didn’t help when his fingers met that little bud, again, much more rough and messier this time. You clenched around him more as his own noises grew, you loved his little sounds. “Dar, ‘m close- fuck, i’m…” You were bucking your hips, trying to meet him, to reach your end, craving that sweet release again, as his incoherent rant continues. “So sorry, Y/n, s-so sorry- make it better g-gonna fix-ahh..” He was close. You could hear it in his voice.

@darylscigarettesmoke @lumimon47

[hacash]

I also loved that ‘do we have any baby wipes I’ll get the baby wipes’ moment after Outie Dylan snaps at his wife, because - and I freely admit that different people will react differently to that - that came across very much to me as one of those moments in a healthy relationship where you know you’ve snapped or been a little bit of an ass or whatever and are surreptitiously trying to reset back to normal. I know that some people didn’t like that moment of ‘read the fucking room’ but to me at least it did feel like a very ordinary moment of stresses getting the best of you, followed by Outie Dylan offering an olive branch that is accepted because his wife knowing what he’s going through.

Like to me this very much gave the vibe of a couple who go through a lot and do have stresses but also know how to reset and have each other’s backs. If Gretchen is indeed Dylan’s wife’s name (and it’s not just Lumon being Lumon) then she’s the one person who cared enough to offer an Innie that hope - even more than Devon! - because she loves her husband! And I just think I really want to see more of their relationship and how that impacts Innie Dylan.

cannot stop thinking about Dylan

How when we first meet him he is obsessed with the accumulation of things, with every tiny little individual perk, competitive over them to the point of antagonism. He is fiercely protective of his department and his people, but still operating from this largely individualistic place

As soon as he discovers he has a son, he starts becoming more selfless. Insisting on staying behind so his teammates can see the outside world as well. Willing to sacrifice himself, sacrifice anything, for his family (both inside and outside of Lumon)

And finally getting to meet outie Dylan, that is so profound to me. When he is fired he worries about telling his wife. When he tries to get a job he is concerned with the benefits. Not the fucking coffee maker, but healthcare benefits for his family. He cares about whether they have baby wipes at home! He is willing to grovel and lie about loving doors, whatever it takes to care for his family. And with the emphasis on healthcare it makes me wonder if he has a loved one with an illness who requires expensive care, and maybe that's why Lumon recruited him.

Dylan is a family man, but Dylan G. was stripped of his family. He has this fundamental drive to provide, but while severed he has nobody but himself to provide for, so it turns into the individualistic competitive thing. Accumulation for the sake of it

But in a way, Dylan G. is also more free to express himself? Because I get the sense that outie Dylan has a lot of opinions he keeps to himself, a lot of anger he suppresses, things he pretends to be (like a guy who loves doors) because he has a family to take care of and cannot afford to let himself be himself. The emotional labor of grinning and bearing it, something most working people do every single day

But Dylan G. already has the job. He couldn't quit even if he tried. He doesn't have to suppress himself to fit into whatever role he needs to play, so he is allowed to clearly articulate that he wants things, that he has opinions

They are the same person, but they are also different because their experiences and circumstances are different

Idk Dylan is fascinating to me

[kwamiwayzz]

Jeckole darkfic after that one ending (Flipside Nicole, not Original/Re-Up Nicole) 

After a failed OD attempt, Jecka ends up waking up in the hospital alone 

Her dad isn’t there, Nicole isn’t there, and everything from the other night hits her like a truck 

She remembers how Nicole screwed her over by shoving her feet in her dad’s mouth and she’s in-between just cutting Nicole off at that point (and her dad), and letting Nicole get away with it 

During her stay at the hospital, she’s embarrassed, betrayed, and most of all, angry. Jecka doesn’t know who to be angry at, though. Nicole? Her dad? Herself, for getting into this mess in the first place? 

The doctors tell her that she’ll be discharged soon, and while she’s about to be ready to get her stuff ready to leave, Nicole shows up. 

Jecka has no idea what to say, and neither does Nicole. She’s thinking about just straight up ignoring her, packing her things, and just walk past her. But Nicole breaks the silence and makes some joke or quip about her staying at the hospital. It’s here that Nicole’s presence actually starts to piss Jecka off.

Nicole tries to slide back into Jecka’s life despite not apologizing or expressing any form of remorse, but Jecka isn’t having it. She tries to pull the “her dad is a pedophile” card by saying that she did Jecka a favor

While Jecka agrees to an extent that her dad sucked as a person, she’s still hesitant on just letting Nicole back in without any consequences 

Jecka tells Nicole to give her space and that maybe she’ll hear from her again (even though Jecka is leaning a bit more towards preserving her mental health by distancing herself from Nicole) 

It doesn’t entirely work, as Nicole would sometimes try to slide back into Jecka’s life again (sits at her front porch, texting her random bullshit, etc.) 

It’s not until Nicole actively gets Jecka’s dad thrown in prison (and on a watch list) by 1) lying about her age so that he becomes a registered sex offender and 2) planting illegal drugs on him so that 

Jecka, still hesitant on letting Nicole back in, decides to continue being friends with her. She did do her a favor, after all. 

Things seem to work out, as if everything has turned back to normal (at least, for Nicole) 

It’s weird and complicated for Jecka. On one hand, she still likes/tolerates being around Nicole, but on the other, she’s slowly giving into her temper and anger issues (learned from by her dad’s abuse)

When she hits Nicole for pissing her off, Jecka feels bad at first, but doesn’t regret it. For once in Jecka’s crumbling life, she feels like she’s in control. And what better way to take her anger out, than to lay it all on someone who screwed her over.

Everything Nicole does just pisses Jecka off even more. She knows that continuing to be around Nicole, especially the shit with her dad, isn’t healthy for her. A normal person would just cut her off. 

Jecka doesn’t want that, though. She wants Nicole to suffer.

The way I couldn't even finish this outline because I had a hard time figuring out how Jecka would have the upper hand while also maintaining that Nicole was going to continue being around her despite the physical abuse.