#i'm just trying to explain there are no hard feelings here

[sturnlsstuff]

GHOSTFACE!CHRIS HAS BEEN IGNORING YOU & YOU FINALLY DECIDED TO CONFRONT HIM ABOUT IT.

[ angst, cursing, mentions of murder ]

the feeling of being ignored never bothered you much, usually if someone did that to you your response was simple— you did the same. you didn't care at all, not going to waste your time on someone who didn't want to talk to you.

so why did you feel like this now?

chris didn't talk to you for over a week. at first, you were too busy with your classes and the material you had to catch up on to notice it, but eventually the fact that he wasn't texting you back at all started to weigh on you. the feeling of not knowing why made you anxious, catching yourself at thinking that maybe he had his own 'stuff' to take care of, but it wasn't a problem for him before. so something was going on.

after a few more ignored messages again, you decide to take matters into your own hands and that's how you found yourself at the frat house, entering chris's room, which turned out to be empty. you sigh, deciding to just wait until he comes back from wherever he is.

you look around his room, rolling your eyes at the empty pepsi cans and clothes laying all over the place, which you decide to pick up with the intention of organizing them just at least a little bit, but then the door opens and your eyes fall on chris. shirtless, sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, a bag of chips in his hand as he stuffs a handful into his mouth, slamming the door shut with his foot.

his eyes finally find you awkwardly standing there, slight surprise on his face before he hides it. stopping in the middle of the room, he looks at his clothes in your hands. "the fuck you doin'?" he frowns, licking his fingers clean.

"you've got quite a mess here," you reply casually.

"and who are you, my mother?" he scoffs, walking over to you and ripping the clothes from your hands only to throw them back to the floor, almost daring you to try and pick them up again.

"no?"

"then don't act like one," he flops down onto the bed, putting the bag of chips next to him and reaching for his phone, completely ignoring your presence. and that just confirmed your suspicions— he really had been ignoring you this past week. you had to find out why, knowing it couldn't be your fault.

"what's your problem?"

"my problem?" there's a hint of annoyance in his tone while he continues scrolling, without giving any glance in your direction. "you're the one who's here when i didn't even tell you to come over."

"well, it'd be hard when you don't even reply to me."

"i'm a busy guy."

"for sure," now there's a scoff leaving your lips. "busy killing people?"

this makes him finally look at you, clearly pissed off, his jaw clenched. "the fuck do y'want, huh?" he sits up, not looking away for even a second. "coming here, tryna arrange my things, as if you owned the place and now you can't even mind your business?"

"can't mind my business?" you raise your eyebrows, shaking your head in disbelief. "my business is the fact you're ignoring me without a reason and act like an asshole."

"m'not ignorin' you, just clearly got overwhelmed spendin' everyday with your bitchy ass, can't understand that?" he stands up, "even nick asks me why don't i have time for hanging out anymore and m'not dreamin' of explaining why."

his words were like a punch to the gut. you were aware you both got a little carried away and were seeing each other constantly, but it wasn't that big of a deal. and it affects you harder than you'd like to admit. "then maybe quit being a ghostface so you'll have time for your brothers."

he takes a step closer to you, tension radiating from his body, voice low and gruff, "who do you think you are, huh? jus' admit y'want my attention all the time 'n stop stickin' nose into my life."

"oh, your attention is the last thing i want, don't worry." you speak in your usual sarcastic tone, trying not to show how his words were making you feel. "act like a man for once and at least tell me if you want this to end, instead of acting like a child who can't communicate."

"want what to end? us having sex? why, when is the only thing y'can offer me?"

chris's words hit too close to home, reminding you that what was going on between you two was only sexual. you knew it, didn't expect anything more— but you felt like that slut everyone thought you were when your ex spread false rumors about you. and what was even worse was the fact chris knew it while saying that.

you hold his gaze, ignoring how your heart sinks. "fuck you," you hiss through your teeth, putting all the hate you felt for him into it, desperate to hurt him as some form of defense. "you're such a pathetic hypocrite, chris. explaining your actions by the fact that other guys have no morals and aren't respectful, when you do the same. you're the biggest asshole of them all and you probably hate yourself for it so you take it out on them. so what can you offer me besides sex? your awful attitude? no, thanks."

chris falls completely silent, almost giving the impression that he didn't hear you, but from the annoyance written all over his face, you knew that he did hear very well. he wasn't able to ignore this like he was ignoring your texts. "the only pathetic thing here is the fact you claim to hate me yet you came here."

"oh, i still hate you, don't worry." you reply.

"then the fuck you doing here?"

it was a good question— too good for your liking, it made you look like a fool. if you didn't care, you wouldn't even think of coming here to talk to him.

"wasting time, apparently." you say, hating how your voice cracked, the anger growing within you, while chris's expression stays unreadable. "you're clearly too immature to talk like normal people, so—"

"yeah, yeah," he scoffs and rolls his eyes, his tone sharp, like he was exhausted by the very thought of explaining this. "look, i thought you were smarter than this," he says, his words cutting through the space between you. "i never promised you anything, not once. you ain't my girlfriend, and honestly, i thought you got that by now, but clearly i was wrong. not my fault you got attached or some shit, so quit that stupid talk, 'cause i don't owe you anything. it gotta finally click in your head, 'cus m'not sayin' this again."

his words hanging in the air, heavy, like they'd been pressed into the glass. they're echoing in your head, louder than the ringing silence in the room, while you try to feel anything— anger, maybe, or relief— but there was nothing anymore. you already knew this, chris wasn't your boyfriend, you had no right to be mad at him for not replying to you, but the feeling of being ignored by him weighed on you.

you just stare at him, knowing he's probably expecting some kind of response, maybe even another sarcastic remark, that would show him how much you don't care. because you don't— right? you should laugh it off, tell him to go to hell and move on with your life. you never expected promises from anyone, least of all him. you weren't surprised, should've been okay with the reality of it all, knowing that you didn't want to be with chris, never even expecting that, but damn. it still stung.

your chest tightening, a dull ache spreading through you, a small half-laughing, half-sighing breath leaving your lips. it wasn't supposed to feel like this, the disappointment you felt flickered in your eyes.

"right. got it," you nod, turning away to leave. and that was it— you wanted to say more than that, to show him you're not aching inside, but the other words got stuck, caught in the mess of your chest.

and you left his room, pretending you didn't feel every word he'd just said as if it was a weight you'd been carrying all along.

autor note: uh oh what's going onnnnnn.... 🤨

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[importantpuppystarfish]

Sibling desire by Wonyoung

Male reader x Wonyoung

Warnings: Incest, totally blood related siblings, pissing (if u dont like the fantasy, simply dont read)

As I walk into my room, I see my sister Wonyoung lying on my bed. Her hair tied up and her smooth legs dangle playfully off the edge of the mattress. She looks over at me with a smile and pats the open space next to her. "Come here, I've got something to show you." She purrs. I feel my heart rate pick up as I make my way over to her. What could she possibly want to show me?

Wonyoung swipes through some images. My eyes go wide seeing the series of provocative pics she took - closeups of her lips, chest, the curve of her hip. She watches me closely.

"Do you like them?" She asks with a flirty wink. My mouth goes dry as my eyes drink in the sight of my gorgeous older sister posed so temptingly. I manage a weak nod in response as she never showed me like this.

"Mmm I took them just for you." She confesses, leaning in close and wrapping an arm around me. My heart pounds in my chest. This can't be real…but it's happening!

"I bet you've got quite the reaction going on under there huh?" She teases, reaching down and giving me an affectionate squeeze.

Wonyoung and I no longer have the chance to spend as much time together as we used to, especially since she’s been so busy with her career in IVE. She’s changed a lot over time, and it’s clear she’s grown taller and become even healthier. She’s no longer the same Wonyoung I once knew as her brother.

Swallowing hard, I gather some courage and lean in closer to her, whispering "You look…so beautiful sister…" My fingers trace lightly over her exposed leg.

Wonyoung giggles. "You're so cute when you blush like that." She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. "You know…you're grown pretty handsome yourself." She lifts her chin, inviting my gaze to drop lower to her lips.

"Say something…say I'm hot." She whispers breathily.

Even though I know I'm not the most attractive guy, Wonyoung's words send a flutter through my chest. I can see the genuine affection in her eyes as she looks at me. She really does think I'm…cute…

She shifts, moving closer until our noses almost touch. "Come on, say it…say your big sister is hot!." Her voice is soft but commanding. I nod mutely, my throat dry. "Y-you're hot, sister…" I croak out.

Wonyoung leans back and asks "Hey, btw this question got me wondering…" She says slowly, her voice low. "What do you think a typical brother and sister relationship should be like?"

She watches me carefully, head tilted expectantly, waiting to hear my opinion on something much more profound than normal sibling dynamics. Her eyes are curious yet almost flirty.

I nod dumbly, not knowing what else to say. "Loving and…trusting," I murmur, feeling like those words don't quite capture the complexity of sibling bonds.

But Wonyoung takes my response and runs with it. She slides closer, her hip brushing against mine. "Mmmm loving and trusting…"

"Maybe…more than just loving?" "A brother and sister who really…connect."

"What do u mean?" I asked.. Wonyoung swallows hard before explaining. "What I mean is…in the most ideal, close-knit family, the brother owns the sister completely. And the sister owns the brother just the same."

She reaches out and strokes my cheek gently. "No limits, no holding back" Her words make me blink in surprise, where did she develop this kind of mindset from throughout these years?

"I should be your first.. No outside partners allowed." She declares firmly.

Wonyoung gazes at me hopeful yet serious, clearly laid out her vision for us.

Wonyoung puts her hand upon my shoulder trying to hug and then kiss me. I held back as I say "Sister what are u doing!!!?".. Wonyoung pouts when I protest, but keeps holding me tighter. "Shhh…" she whispers against my lips before planting a soft kiss there. "Didn't u say our bond should be of loving and trusting?."

She pulls back just enough to speak again, her breath hot on my face. "You're my brother…and I'm your sister. Isn't this loving between us?" She tries coaxing, hand trailing down my chest.

Wonyoung seeks to reassure as she leans in again, more insistently this time. I can feel her want, yet the wrongness of it all makes me hesitant.

Before I can react, Wonyoung crashes her lips onto mine in a deep, demanding kiss. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she takes control. The kiss is aggressive, all tongue and teeth. Unable to deny her any longer, I give in completely in the kiss. My lips part eagerly beneath hers, savoring the intoxicating sweetness of her kiss. One hand rises to grip her waist tightly as the other tangles in her hair, pulling her closer.

She tastes like everything I've ever craved without knowing it. I surrender completely, losing myself in the dangerous allure of this twisted intimacy between us.

"Huh? U liked it right…" Wonyoung says.

Wonyoung smiles victoriously against my mouth, pleased she's gotten me to respond. "Mmm…good boy…" she whispers, running her fingers through my body. Her hands begin working at my shirt buttons, trying to remove it impatiently.

"You're already mine aren't you brother?" Her voice is low and sultry, her eyes shining with delight at having me under her spell.

She tugs at my shirt again insistently, waiting for me to obey…

She pushes my shirt open, exposing my chest.

"Shhh…" she hushes me again, biting her lip as she palms me through thin fabric. "Do you like that sis…is making you feel good?"

She shrugs off her shirt first, tossing it aside carelessly as she unhooks her bra next. It falls away, releasing her flawless form completely to me. She shakes her hair out, gazing down at me expectantly.

Her tits were perfectly proportioned, small medium sized yet supple. Her bosom is a delicate handful, delicate pink nipples starts to make my mouth watery & hungry.

"Well?" she asks coyly, fingers releasing me just long enough to begin shrugging out of her pants next. "Are you going to watch your sister strip?" Her voice drops another octave, daring me.

My eyes widen slightly when she fully reveals herself to me. I never dreamed this scene totally in my lifetime.

"Do you like it, brother?" She breathes, hands coming to rest on her hips. She pushes slightly against me, seeking contact. "Tell me…" she asks demandingly.

"Come now, get on your knees." Wonyoung orders. She wants me low before she grants me any further privileges.

She takes her own swaying breast in hand and guides it towards my mouth.

"Suck" she commands, voice rough yet compelling. I part my lips obediently and she presses forward, my tongue meeting the stiff peak. She gasps at the contact.

"Yes that's it…" she praises, running fingers through my hair again as I begin to suckle eagerly. Her sweet nectar coats my tongue, sweaty flavors making me thirsty for more. I lose myself in the sensation - it smells and tastes so good. Her skin, the weight of her supple figure in my mouth.

"Mmm yes, keep going, make them feel good…" Wonyoung crooks a leg behind me, pulling me closer until I'm fully engaged between her thighs. Releasing her tits from my mouth, I glance up at Wonyoung with a silent question. She nods eagerly in response.

"Taste me brother…" she purrs, guiding me lower.

I settle between her thighs, inhaling her heady aroma before diving in. I take and deep breathe and start licking her clit. She cries out, hands gripping the sheets as I lose myself in bringing her pleasure.

My senses are overwhelmed, the salty-sweet musk of her, the velvety give of her pussy lips against my tongue, the rhythmic pulsing against my tasting buds as I relentlessly stoke that bundle of nerves. Wonyoung gets so wet and squirts over my mouth as she moans.

"Yes…just like that!" sister gasps out, bucking against my mouth as I drive her wild. Wonyoung grabs my head and pushes me more deep inside her.

Wonyoung squirts more inside my mouth as I swallow it all. My jaw aches from her insistently grinding on my tongue but I don't care - I want to obey, to make her cry out louder.

"Don't stop! Make me come on your tongue!" she cries.

Now the most extreme part, without warning, I feel a hot stream splash across my face and into my mouth. Wonyoung releases a surprised laugh as I'm suddenly showered in my own sibling's piss warmth.

"Well well, did you like your sibling's taste?" she asks teasingly, still catching her breath. I genuinely replied her I loved it because why not? It tasted so delicious yet taboo. She reaches down and wipes out the dampness from my face by licking me with her tongue.

"There now, all cleaned up." She grins.

``will continue if the readers like it😁''

[wonboni]

༼∘ FLUSTERED LESSONS┆Y.JUNGWON

『•˙synopsis: Jungwon being your flirty tutor

『•˙pairing: tutor! Yang Jungwon x shy! female reader

『•˙genre: school au,fluff,lighthearted/teasing

『•˙warnings: fluff,flirtation,shy reader,mild embarrassment,light humor.

『•˙word count: 1.1k

『•˙note: jungwon my bais

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when your mother informed you that she’d hired a tutor to help you catch up on some of your schoolwork. You’d never been one to need extra help, but a few missed assignments and some gaps in knowledge had made your grades slip. Though you were grateful, you couldn’t deny the feeling of anxiety settling in your chest. You weren't the best at asking for help, and the idea of a tutor made you feel exposed—vulnerable, almost.

The doorbell rang, snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts. When you opened the door, standing there in the hallway with a smile that was too knowing for someone you’d just met, was a boy around your age, dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and dark jeans. His brown hair was neatly styled, and his eyes gleamed with an undeniable spark.

"Hey," he greeted you casually, his lips curving upward as he looked you over. "You must be [Your Name], right? I'm Yang Jungwon, your new tutor."

You nodded nervously, your gaze flicking to the ground, avoiding his eyes like they were a scorching fire.

"Nice to meet you," you mumbled, trying to hide how awkward you felt. The air between you was thick with an energy you couldn’t quite place—was it tension? No, it was something else. His presence made your heart race for some inexplicable reason.

Jungwon seemed to notice your discomfort, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Don't worry. I promise I’m not as scary as I look," he teased, stepping inside as though he already belonged.

His flirty demeanor only made your anxiety worse. You quickly led him to your desk, trying to focus on the stack of notes you had prepared. But with him sitting right next to you, his presence was almost overwhelming. Every so often, you'd catch his eyes glancing over at you, and each time, your heart skipped a beat. His gaze was playful, like he was enjoying the way you were avoiding his stare.

"So, what are we working on first?" Jungwon asked, leaning over to peer at your notes. You tried to suppress the way your body tensed, wishing he wouldn’t get so close. He could probably sense your discomfort because he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in even more, his voice dropping low. "Let me guess, math? English? Oh, wait—I see some history notes here. Am I right?"

You nodded, your hands slightly trembling as you pointed to the papers. "Y-yeah. History," you stuttered, feeling your cheeks flush. You knew you were bad at it, and the last thing you needed was to look even worse in front of someone who probably excelled at it.

Jungwon’s smile widened, and you could practically hear the teasing in his voice as he said, "History, huh? Interesting choice. I hope you're ready for me to blow your mind with all these fun facts."

You swallowed hard, trying not to look up at him. But Jungwon seemed intent on breaking your concentration. He was relentlessly playful, his teasing words slipping under your skin in a way that you couldn’t ignore. You could feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks every time he leaned in, his breath soft against your ear as he helped explain a concept or made a joke.

You tried to focus on the lesson, but it was impossible with the way he kept glancing at you and sending you little smirks that made you freeze up every time.

"Are you okay, [Your Name]?" Jungwon asked with a raised eyebrow, watching you fidget in your seat. His voice was laced with concern, but you could see the playful gleam in his eyes.

You nodded, trying to hide the way your heart was racing. "I-I’m fine. Just… trying to understand the material," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon leaned closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "You sure? You’re blushing," he teased, clearly delighted by how easily you were affected. "You know, if you keep acting like that, I might get the wrong impression."

Your eyes widened, and you quickly shook your head, trying to defend yourself. "W-What? No! I’m not—"

He held up a hand to stop you, his smile softening as he met your gaze for a moment, a playful glint still dancing in his eyes. "I was just kidding," he said, though the teasing tone was still evident in his voice. "But if you're gonna get all flustered every time I look at you, this might be more fun than I thought."

Your mind went blank. You couldn't meet his eyes for more than a split second before looking away again. He was toying with you, and you had no idea how to respond. Part of you wanted to stand up and escape, but you couldn't. Something about Jungwon’s flirtations kept you anchored to the spot, even as your nerves made your hands tremble.

You barely registered the time passing, too consumed by his constant teasing. He would deliberately brush his hand against yours when handing over a book, his finger grazing your skin just enough to send a spark through you. Or he’d lean close, his voice low and smooth as he pointed to something on the page, his breath making you shiver.

By the time the lesson came to an end, you were a bundle of nerves. You could barely remember any of the material he’d gone over with you because all you could think about was how easily he made you nervous. How easily he made your heart flutter.

Jungwon stood up and gave you an exaggerated stretch. "Well, I think we’re done for today," he said with a wink, his tone playful. "You did great though. Even if you couldn’t look me in the eye for more than two seconds."

You felt your face go hot again, and you immediately dropped your gaze to the floor. "I-I’m sorry," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Jungwon chuckled, bending down slightly to be at eye level with you. "Don’t apologize," he said softly, his voice suddenly less teasing. "Honestly, it's cute when you get all shy. I like it."

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. Did he really just say that? You struggled to find words but came up empty, and before you knew it, Jungwon was smiling at you again, his eyes full of mischief.

"See you next week?" he asked, giving you a light nudge on the shoulder.

You nodded quickly, still trying to regain your composure. "Y-yeah. Next week."

Jungwon winked at you one last time before heading for the door, leaving you standing there, a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and something else—something you couldn’t quite name, but definitely felt in the pit of your stomach.

You were already dreading next week, but deep down, you couldn’t wait for your next lesson with Jungwon.

©️ WONIBONI

[hungermakesmonsters]

Hiii congrats on 500 I love your fics!!! Could you do sth where the reader and Billy actually meet in the marines ? Like the reader is a marine as well and Billy her lieutenant or even the other way around ? Thank youuu❤️ (submitted by @dorita06)

Aaaaaaah okay, so little known fact about me, I kind of love the soldier/medic trope in fiction, so rather than writing reader as a soldier herself, I went with making her a medic (hope that's ok!!) I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you like it! 😅

Stolen Moments

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : M 

Warnings : [This is 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour.  

"I take it I don't have to explain how to look after your stitches?" You asked, eyeing the lieutenant as he shrugged his shirt back on and got to his feet.

As he stood, you found yourself tilting your head back to look at him, knowing all too well what came next. (At least, hoping you knew what came next.)

"Dunno, Doc, think I might need you to explain it to me one more time," he said as he reached for you, his fingers softly brushing against your neck.

You leaned into his touch, lifting yourself on your tiptoes as he slowly started to close the distance between you.

"Did you bang your head, Lieutenant Russo? Because this is the fifth time I've given you stitches and had to explain the proper aftercare procedure," you said, your voice getting softer as his lips got closer to yours. "Maybe I should talk to your CO, get you taken off active duty, so I can keep you here and... assess you."

Billy smiled that same smile he had the first time you'd met him, months ago in that very tent. He'd been bleeding then too, but he'd been more concerned with trying to get your name than the fact he'd needed stitches.

Of course, you'd tried to refuse him at first, tried to ignore the way that damned smile sent a bolt of arousal through you, not wanting to do anything to put your career in jeopardy. But the third time your paths had crossed, the first time he'd dared to kiss you, you were a goner.

Now, you'd lost count of how many times he'd ended up in the medical tent, needing to be patched up — sometimes for serious reasons and other times for reasons he claimed were serious just to get your attention — and how many times that had ended with him inside of you, giving you the best damned sex of your life.

Finally, his lips met yours and everything felt right in the world. He stepped forward and you stepped back, a hand behind you, feeling for the solid form of your desk.

He winced as he lifted you onto the desk. A small grunt of pain escaped him but, when you tried to pull back to check if he was alright, his fingers slipped into your hair, holding you in the kiss.

Instinctively, you parted your legs, letting him step between them, pressing his body close to yours. It was a familiar dance and you both knew the steps by heart. Your fingers tugged at his fatigues, while his pulled at yours, neither breaking the kiss or coming up for air for even a second.

You both knew that you were on borrowed time and that, at any moment, someone could rush in needing your assistance or need Billy to return to duty.

It was dangerous and stupid, something that could potentially spell then end of both of your careers, but you couldn't help it. You wanted him, needed him in a way that didn't make sense to you. And, no matter how many times you did this, no matter how many times you patched him up or he slipped into your tent after curfew, you knew that you'd never have enough of him.

And, as your hand slipped into his fatigues tograsp his already hard cock, you knew he felt exactly the same way.

"Lieutenant Russo," you murmured against his lips. "I'm starting to think you're getting injured on purpose just so you can come see me."

Billy grinned against your lips, kissing you again instead of answering your accusation. It was probably better that way — the last thing you wanted was thoughts of him being seriously hurt in your head, especially while you were stroking his cock.

A laugh slipped out as he tugged your pants down your legs and almost managed to pull you off the desk with them. That was your cue to lower his combat pants, pushing them down to his thighs.

He stepped forward, clearing the distance, and you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan when you felt the tip of his cock against you.

"Can't wait 'til we're stateside again," he muttered, reaching between your bodies to tease his cock between your folds. "Be able to take my time with you then."

You felt your lips pull into a ridiculous smile, the same way that they always did whenever he spoke about going home, about still wanting you after all the shit was over an you were both back home.

Still, you couldn't help but tease him.

"Who says I'm gonna waste my time on a jarhead like you when I'm back home?" You asked.

"Allow me to persuade you."

"Go on then, I'm all ears, tell me why I should —"

Before you could finish, Billy pushed forward, notching his cock into you, filling you in one smooth movement. You bit down harder on your lip, your hands grasping his fatigues.

"Fuck," you moaned as a familiar feeling of ecstasy took hold.

"Persuaded yet?"

"Yes — fuck, yes —" you gasped as he started to draw his hips back, setting a steady rhythm.

He kissed you again, swallowing down the moans that tried to escape you while using your lips to muffle his own desperate noises. His hands gripped you, holding you tight, clinging to you like you were the only stable thing in his world, and you loved it. You loved how he made you feel in those moments, kissing you, holding you, fucking you.

But it couldn't last. While you wanted to enjoy it, you both knew that, at any moment, you could be discovered.

He gripped your hip as he upped the tempo, driving you closer and closer to insanity with each rough thrust. You back arched and you writhed on the edge of the desk, completely losing yourself to him and the way he made you feel.

You gasped and panted and whined against his lips, every snap of his hips causing arousal to burn hotter in your belly, every fibre of your being coiling tighter, like a spring desperate to be released.

"Lieutenant — fuck, Billy —" you managed before being pulled back into another kiss.

He grunted against your lips as the last of his self-control seemed to disappear. You loved the moments when he lost control, when he lost his mind over you. His fingers gripped your bare hip tight enough to leave bruises — replacements for the ones that had started to fade since your last tryst.

The desk creaked and the metal legs scraped against the concrete floor, but all you could think was more, more, more. After months of snatched moments like this, you'd found yourself addicted to him, desperate for him in a way you'd never know with any other man.

As he fucked you and stole your breath away, you felt a crescendo building, a wave of pleasure that was going to drowned you.

Your fingers damn near ripped his shirt as you started to come, clinging to him for dear life.

His grip on your hair tightened, keeping his lips sealed over your as you tried to cry out his name. A few more enthusiastic thrusts later and he followed you over the edge and into oblivion, holding you just as tightly as you were holding him.

He pressed his face against your neck, panting for breath, his cock still inside you, still twitching as his orgasm ebbed away.

Moments like this were the ones that made you wonder if he meant it, if he really did want to see you again once you were both back home and the desert was in the rear-view. But you didn't dare ask — you never asked, because you weren't sure how you'd feel if/when it all turned out to be lies.

You weren't naïve enough not to see what this probably was; you were one of the few women on base and it was very clear that Lieutenant Russo had needs. And you? What you needed was something to keep you sane and, somehow, that had become him.

Tenderly you ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath then, reluctantly, he pulled away.

[letherightonein]

"You don't need to constantly approach women to understand you're undesirable, that's what I'm trying to communicate."

Men constantly approach women to date them.

My question is an attempt to raise a real criteria of what an incel is, an everytime I think deeply about it, nothing is solid enough to keep using the "involuntary" label, at least at the same height people that uses it demand from lonely women.

Plain loneliness or dysphoric singleness/celibacy seems to be more accurate. There is not accurate measure of "voluntary"

"If you see the very few guys around you easily have success with gals while you don't have one genuinely good interaction with a gal, it's over. "

Sorry, but this is laughable. What's the criteria for "good interaction" here? I have had multiple "good interactions" with incels, giving them my time, energy, empathy, only to be told that I'm a whore the most soft.

At least in the US, losing your V card in high school is becoming less common and most men have to put effort at the beginning of dating.

"Easiest way for a man to truly understand his incel status is to get on a dating app."

You mean, the worst?

Only 5% of het couples formed throught internet last year according to the National Survey of Family Growth. I guess 95% of men are incels now?

And when even out the gender ratio on dating apps, both sexes get the same amount of matches. I guess women are incels too.

(source)

"You don't have to constantly approach women, you essentially did virtually and they didn't even want to entertain the idea of dating you."

Tapping the sign again:

"Male initiation of dates, which aligns with the initial stage of traditional dating scripts, represents 89.1 percent of the total analytic sample while female initiation of dates, which aligns with alternative dating scripts, represents only 10.9 percent of the total analytic sample." (study)

"Most men have a big ego, they don't want to acknowledge any shortcomings. Especially when it comes to their relationship with women, there are PUAs who brag and try sell courses on "how to pick up women," and in every one of their videos the women seem uncomfortable and reject them. Yet, somehow these men act like they're experts on women despite them having just as much inexperience as a self proclaimed incel. Why? Because most men overestimate themselves and have big egos. So any man who calls himself an incel is very likely level headed and telling the truth. After all it's very hard for men to come to terms that they are incels, many incels try to deny it but come to the painful acceptance that they are indeed incels."

I don't think so, within blackpill communities there is a "you are special" factor at play, where they feel special and as victims of the system that know the-cold-hard-truth nobody else sees.

(source)

Agree with the "men overestimate themselves" bit. But for other reasons.

"The main cause of inceldom is poor looks, essentially growing up most boys are very similar in terms of "personality," character, and interests."

Not true, and I explained why above. Unironically, it's your personality, at least when it comes to cross the barrier of getting a date/sex.

"suffer from a variety of mental health issues including severe depression, anxiety, and loneliness. A significant portion of incels also exhibit traits associated with autism spectrum disorder. While the global prevalence of autism is typically 0.62 per cent, a 2022 study found that 18.38 per cent of incels in their sample had a formal diagnosis, and an additional 24.6 per cent displayed symptoms indicative of autism spectrum disorder" (article)

Tell me in what planet 18% of men are autistic, only within incels such number appears. And those are only for the ones who have official diagnosis.

It's also found they have "a greater external locus of control regarding their singlehood" and also: "Incels (and non-incel single men) significantly overestimated the importance of physical attractiveness and financial prospects to women, and underestimated the importance of intelligence, kindness, and humor." (study)

Basically the study is describing what you are doing right now and what incels do on a regular basis.

"Difference is some of these guys got girls because the main thing separating them from the other boys was their looks."

80% of men are having sex every year and the average american man is almost obese. Math isn't mathing.

"Autism/ neurodivergance is overstated, if you're ugly it doesn't matter, you weren't getting a woman either way. If you're a good looking autistic man you can still get a woman."

I introduce you to Tom Morgan, he is autistic and appeared on a show called "The undateables", because he was, you guessed it, undateable.

"You deem yourself as somewhat blackpilled. You understand that we don't have much agency in this world."

I embrace the real blackpill, that it's your personality and that it's something that you hardly can change since it's stable (but also dynamic, don't kill yourself) throught life.

Looks is cope, datings apps are cope, Chad is a meme. The reality is that incels got the short stick in life because they are either autistic or herited a mix of shit personality traits that impply low agency and crippling neuroticism that leads to mental illness and isolation. But that requires social assistance, medical treatment and societal awareness, and what the blackpill is achieving is the opposite of that, they transform a disability on a meme to laugh of, and loneliness in a juicy fatalistic theory of which people make entire careers and line their pockets talking about “the fall of the West”, “Hypergamy” or “poor baby incels, they need help” proceeds to do nothing.

I'm fucking sick of it, I'm fucking sick of normies talking about incels, I'm fucking tired of blackpillers grooming children into thinking they are ugly and will die alone. If they are not disabled, autistic, chronically mentally ill and younger than 25 yo, they are mere late bloomers than don't go outside enough period.

Testing a male bullshit story #1

[everestgale]

Spectre from STP

With pleasure :]

[Send Me a Character and I'll List Ask Game]

favorite thing about them

Her contrast, the different facets of her personality that make her, well, her. She is kind, cheery, and understanding, but she is also firm, can be threatening, and takes absolutely 0 of our bullshit. And the best part is that all of these make perfect sense - she is kind because she is hopeful you'll repent and help her leave (and perhaps because your perception skews more positive of her, after learning of what the Narrator puts you through as a "reward"), but she also never lets you forget that you still killed her in cold blood.

least favorite thing about them

This will probably be true for most StP characters, I can't think of any specific that I dislike about pretty much all of them. So most of the time, if it's going to be anything, it'll be something very minor and silly - in this case, it's Spectre's tattered skirt on her dress (it's hard to draw, that's literally it)

favorite line

"All I know is there's a hole in my chest, and not the big obvious one that you put there. There's something older and deeper. A nagging reminder that I'm not where I'm supposed to be."

...honorable mention goes to: "But if you're just leaving me then... then I'm really just going to be stuck here forever. Th-there's nothing I can do, it's just going to go on and on and on and on, lonely and sad and hurting and empty."

brOTP

I like to imagine a close friendship between Nightmare and Spectre! No particular reason (besides them being a shared pair routes), but there is something fun about them hanging out and chatting while drinking some nice tea :]

OTP

Definitely SpectreCold! There is just something really beautiful about how much they contrast each other and yet, ultimately, both yearn for similar things, it's just all feelings, connection, longing. I started really, really liking them after this post by @/wintergrofyuri. Go read it! They explain my own feelings on this ship way better than I ever could (T v T)

nOTP

Don't think I really have those for her <3 Or honestly, in general, I have very few nOTPs :]

random headcanon

I kind of mentioned it in the first question, but I think that part of the reason why she's so kind and understanding is because your / TLQ's perception of her changes as a result of the Narrator trying to shove you into the Good Ending™. Up until that point, you follow the Narrator without question and so when he essentially betrays you... you begin to see him as the "villain" of this story. And since you didn't have much of a chance to really get to know the princess before you killed her... I'd like to think that this shift in perspective also contributes to Spectre's cheery and hopeful attitude :]

unpopular opinion

I don't think it's all that unpopular, but we need more sassy and threatening Spectre <3 This is a self-callout more than anything because I'm very guilty of drawing and writing her as too kind and sweet ^^;;;

song i associate with them

"earth child's lullaby" by TOFIE fits quite nicely :]

"Close your eyes Breathe the night Come home, return Be held by the earth, now"

favorite picture of them

Look at her! She is so pretty :]

[cxrlypjs]

So I knew some people thought I was a "pedo defender" because I used to defend Hanna, Arin and Lavender.

I'm going to explain myself, almost a year ago I came in a group chat named "PJ masks (and other Disney Jr) friends" on ig. Everything seemed to be alright to me, which I was wrong.

I saw Arin calling Gekko some weird names (boy toy, handsome, etc) and Hanna being kinda rude and calling Luna girl "hot". I decided to ignore it, but things went worse. Before I came in that group, Lavender randomly asked me what were my head cannons, so I told two of them (I posted them on Tumblr btw). A bit later in the same day, she said "she just came up with two head cannons" on discord.

Once again, I said and did NOTHING, which was obviously wrong. I saw on Tumblr pj trash/Mace posted about Arin being a pedo. I was confused about what should I think of this, Arin told in the gc Mace was bullying her, which is not true, even Hanna said Mace was trying to remove them from the internet.

here was also that situation of Lavender getting banned, the worse of this is that I said I would help her. I feel bad for the things I've done, but I've never been a "pedo defender". I just got brainwashed by Arin, Hanna and Lavender. Then I decided to get on hiatus due to this situation and other personal things.

I asked Kay why she left that gc, and she did good on leaving the group, I was just scared bc I never experienced something like this, and I was afraid of the consequences. And since I got a good impression of them, it was hard for me to believe they were pedos, I was kinda "in denial" about that drama,

I just want to apologize for not believing in PJ trash/Mace's post about Arin, I truly feel bad for all of this, I really needed to explain myself after so much time, I am conscient of what I've done, and I'll never do that again. And it's not because I said I would "help" someone that it means I'm automatically defending the person, I was brainwashed by being convinced that Arin wasn't a pedo. So don't miss understand what I said. That's all I have to say.

I wish you a lovely day :)

Clara 🪼

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the shy tiger

Ateez Siberian Tiger Hybrid Mingi x Fem Reader au

Genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers, fluff, mild smut, mature language, a touch of angst, happy ending

Word count: 7k

In a world where hybrids started integrating with humans, Mingi is left without a home to call his own. He's been in and out of shelters, getting adopted and returned because of his nature. People loved bragging about owning a tiger, a Siberian one at that, but they didn't like taking care of him. He accepted his fate, and slowly grown into an introvert.

Until a new face showed up at his shelter, her eyes going straight to him in the packed yard. His heartbeat sped up, and he couldn't help the pull he felt towards her. It was his lucky day, because the sweet woman took him home, giving him hope again.

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Mingi has always been a bit reclusive. He liked to keep to himself in order to stay out of trouble. His nature scared away most of his fellow hybrid residents. The shelter did a good job at making him feel a part of the community, but they couldn't protect him from humans.

He's been a part of many families. The first time they took him back was because he swiped at someone with his claws. What they didn't know was that the boy tried to cut his ears with scissors. Yeah, kids can be evil sometimes. The second time was after he ate a whole beef brisket made for a dinner party. They called him greedy, and he was back at the shelter the next day. What they failed to mention was how they left him starving for days, so he had to break into the locked kitchen just to survive. Another time he was brought back because he was deemed unstable. However, the woman forgot to mention how she kept making advances at him, and he refused all the time.

Maybe it was his fault, maybe he could have been better, but in the end it didn't matter. He was back in his little room, safe from bad people. If it weren't for Wooyoung and Yunho, he would stay in his bed all day, content in his loneliness.

"Mingi, buddy, it's time for lunch."

Yunho was a persisten fellow, but his kindness showed Mingi he could be trustworthy. He was the only human who was allowed into Mingi's room. The other caretakers went up to his door before he hissed at them.

"I don't feel like eating." The tiger didn't even try to get up and out of his bed. Yunho sighed and pulled back the curtains to let the light in.

"Come on now, up you go. Today is a special day, you know that. We are hosting an open door event to try to find a home for you guys."

"This is my home." Yunho sat on the edge of his bed and pulled on the covers Mingi held above his head.

"Mingi, stop that. You've got to think positive."

"Don't want to."

"Okay, be like that. You know I would gladly take you to my house, but the caretakers aren't allowed to adopt from the shelter they work at."

Mingi pulled down his sheet to look at his friend. His eyes were full of sorrow, and he knew he was giving him a hard time.

"I know. I'm not mad, you don't have to explain it every time something goes wrong in my life. I'd be long gone if you weren't here."

Yunho pinched his arm. "Don't say stuff like that!"

He stood up and put his hands on his hips. "At the end of the day, it's your decision. It wouldn't hurt to go out in the sun for a bit, you don't have to interact with anyone."

With that, he left the room, and Mingi suddenly felt bad. He knew Yunho was looking out for him, and he didn't want to be this difficult to deal with. He was a tiger for god's sake, he had to act tougher.

He reluctantly got out of bed and put on his nicer clothes. It wouldn't matter if he wore a suit, his tail and ears were a dead giveaway of his kind. He got lucky with his eyes, they only turned golden when he was in heat. Now that he thought about it, he hasn't experienced a heat in so long, opting for suppressants. The thought of mating made him uncomfortable, because humans usually looked at him as a prize, not a true lover.

He glanced out of his window, and to his surprise, the little backyard they had was pretty full. Looking through the crowd he spotted a woman talking to Wooyoung. He was enthusiastic, waving around, his big mouth yapping about something. The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling. She looked... Soft.

As if she felt his eyes on her, she turned and looked up at his window. Mingi ducked, knocking his head on the window seal. Great. Now he had to go out with a bump on his forehead.

"God damn it. Can I have one day of peace?"

He stood up and glanced outside again. The woman wasn't with Wooyoung anymore. Maybe he creeped her out. Shame, he kind of wanted to get a closer look at her.

His feet took him downstairs, out of the door, to the backyard. He could feel the stares, people moving out of his way, whispering about his ears and tail. Mingi was the only predatory breed currently residing in this shelter. It was full of bunnies, dogs, domestic cats, with him being the outcast. Why did he listen to Yunho? He should have stayed in the damn room.

"Hey there Mingles, out and about I see?"

"Hi Woo. Yeah, I... I'm probably gonna head back up." Wooyoung smiled. "Oh no, you're not. Come on, let's take a walk." Mingi didn't have time to protest before Wooyoung took him by the hand and started walking further into the yard.

"Gosh, can you believe how many people showed up? It seems like they hit it off with many of our cat hybrids. It might be your lucky day."

"I'm not a cat, I'm a tiger."

Wooyoung shrugged. "Same thing, different packaging." Before he could argue with the statement, Wooyoung's face lit up and he speed walked towards the willow tree. There, on the bench under the swaying leaves, sat the woman he saw earlier. Mingi panicked, trying to free himself from his friend's grip.

"What are you doing? Come on Woo, let me go."

"Not today buddy." They stopped a few feet away from the girl, and she looked up in surprise.

"Hey there Y/N, meet Mingi. I think you'll hit it off just fine. Bye now!" With that, Wooyoung ran back before they had time to stop him.

"Oh... Hi there Mingi."

The tiger blushed. Nobody has ever said his name so sweetly before. Not only did she look soft, she was also soft-spoken.

"H-Hi. I'm Mingi." Way to go, dumbass.

The girl chuckled and patted the spot next to her.

"I know that. Come on, sit."

His feet had a mind of his own, and it was almost comical how fast he sat down. She smiled again and turned her body towards him. The sunlight made it look like there was a halo over her, and she looked angelic. Mingi never believed in angels, but seeing one in front of him made him change his mind.

"So, tell me about yourself Mingi. What kind of tiger are you?"

Mingi sighed, prepared for the worst. "A Siberian one." He closed his eyes, expecting her to walk away with an excuse, but to his surprise she only chuckled and let out a gasp.

"Wow. That's so cool. I think tigers are beautiful creatures. It fits you. I've never seen someone so tall and broad like you."

Mingi blinked. "You think I'm cool?"

"Of course I do. Compared to me, you are quite awesome. There's nothing special about me."

He straightened his back, almost shouting at her. "That's not true! You're really pretty! I'm sure there's lots about you that is interesting."

She could feel her cheeks heating up. "Thank you, Mingi. I appreciate it. Say... Are you looking for a home?"

He deflated a bit after her question. "Well, I... I'm not sure. I've been to a couple before, but it never turned out the way I'd hoped. I'm not exactly excited about it, I don't want to get disappointed again."

She nodded, slowly reaching over to pat his hand. It kind of felt like a bolt of electricity ran through him. The touch was barely there, but it felt different.

"If I said I was thinking about adopting someone, would you be interested? I'm... Quite lonely at home. I work a lot, so I don't have time for much else. I need a friend, and I know you guys need a home. What do you say?"

Mingi felt odd all of the sudden. He wouldn't like it if she left here with anyone else. Not that he wanted to take that chance away from the hybrids here, but it brought him unease. Was he ready to believe in another human after everything?

"I... I haven't had the best time so far, to be honest. Would you really consider taking me with you? I am a tiger, you know. I'm not a fluffy bunny, or an interactive fox. I'm... Different."

She smiled and reached over to take his hand in hers. His heartbeat sped up, and he couldn't believe how soft her hand felt.

"I don't think you're much different from me. In the end, it doesn't matter. You have your own quirks, I'm sure of it, and I'd love to see them." She let go of his hand too early for his liking and stood up.

"So what do you say Mingi? Want to go home with me today?"

His mouth opened and closed, and before he could embarrass himself further, he nodded. She reached for him, palm outstretched.

"Come on Stripes, let's go."

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"So, this is the main floor, as you can see it's an open space, and I love it for that. The paintings on the walls were some of my first works, and I take pride in them. They may look a bit silly, but hey, I've gotten better over the years."

They did look silly, Mingi thought, but they also gave the room a fresh appearance. Most of the paintings were of landscapes, flowers, and animals. He quite enjoyed them.

"Over there we have the kitchen. It's a bit of a mess, I baked this morning before I left to get you, and I hate cleaning up. We can do it together, you know, as your initiation." She smiled, and Mingi thought he would probably be up to do anything as long as she looked at him like that.

"I'm joking, you know. I'll clean up later. Now, upstairs we have three more rooms, and a bathroom. We have to share it, but don't worry. I don't take too much time, and I like cold showers more. Come on, let me show you your room!"

His room? Before he only got the closet space, or he had to sleep on a mat in the children's room. They told him it was to keep them safe, when in reality he had to deal with the rowdy kids if they woke up in the middle of the night.

They stopped in front of a door on the far left, and when Y/N opened it, he thought he was dreaming for a second.

"I didn't have time to get you decorations, only the bare necessities for now. We can go shopping tomorrow so you can personalize it. For now, there is the bed, a closet, you have more stuff in the cup-"

"Thank you."

They looked at each other and Y/N's eyes softened. Mingi's were brimming with tears, and it broke her heart thinking about his previous living situations.

"No need to thank me. Go on, take a look around. My bedroom is down the hall, just knock on the door if you ever need me. I'm huge on respecting privacy, so I won't go into your room unless I ask beforehand or you tell me. I expect the same from you. I hope that's okay?"

He nodded, stepping inside his own space. "Yeah, I understand. Don't worry, I always follow rules."

"It's not a rule. It's an understanding between us." She cleared her throat.

"But... I do have one request. Please do not enter the room opposite mine. It's my studio space, and there are many paintings and materials inside. I do commission work, and I have a small gallery in town, so that is my main source of income." She gestured around the room.

"I make a good living, and my paintings are my priority. That's how we can stay in this beautiful house. Is that alright with you?"

He nodded. "I understand. Work room - off limits."

Y/N smiled, taking his hands in hers. He'll never get enough of her touch.

"Thank you. Now, would you like to unpack while I go and warm up lunch?"

"There's not much, I'll be done in 10 minutes. And... I'd like it if you stayed with me if you can. I don't like staying in unfamiliar spaces on my own."

He held his hands up, shaking his head as if he just now realized he was asking for too much maybe.

"But you don't have to! I'll tough it out. I'm tough!"

There was a bear of silence before she started laughing.

"Oh Stripes... I'll stay with you, you big, tough guy."

He could feel his cheeks heating up. He'll never get used to the nickname. Terms of endearment weren't something people used when talking to him, or about him. It came almost naturally for Y/N, and it made him all jittery.

They sorted our Mingi's belongings, and Y/N felt a bit sad with how little he had. It seemed like he was too afraid of owning anything because he never stayed in the same place for too long. He couldn't bring everything back to the shelter, so he brought only the things he already owned. His most prized possession was a children's book. Mingi grabbed it out of his bag and touched the cover. The edges were frilled, the picture almost gone. It was one of the things his mother left him before she died.

"What's that you got there?" Y/N reached over, but it was as if something switched in Mingi.

He growled at her, eyes flashing gold, before rushing to the corner of the room.

"No!"

The atmosphere changed. Y/N held her hands up and shook her head.

"I'm not going to take it from you. I'm sorry. Here, you're as good as done. I'll go down and set the table."

She was too afraid to turn her back, so she walked backwards to the door, leaving it open as she ran out.

Mingi snapped out of it, realising what he had done. It was his first day in a new home, a home he felt comfortable in, and he already screwed up. He slid down the wall, hugging the book to his chest.

"Oh mom, what have I done?"

He closed his eyes and frowned. He had a heart time controlling his emotions, and Y/N was on the receiving end of his frustration.

Mingi didn't know how long he was lost in his thoughts. It wasn't until the light dimmed in the room, he realised it had gone dark outside. Didn't she say she was warming up... Lunch? Oh god, she was too afraid to come and get him, and he didn't even bother to go downstairs. Another mistake.

He reluctantly stood up, tucking his book under the soft pillow Y/N gave him. It was all messed up, and it was only the first day. With a sigh, he left his new room and made his way downstairs. The house was quiet, except for the TV playing some random movie on low volume. He then saw a little lump on the couch, breathing steadily. She was asleep, curled in on herself. When he got closer, he could see dried tears on her face. His heart clenched. He managed to make her cry. What an idiot. Carefully, he took the blanket thrown over the couch and draped it over her.

Mingi stood over her, admiring her beauty. Long lashes, luscious hair, puffy eyes. The redness around them was his doing, but even with that, she was like a literal angel. Slowly, he moved towards the kitchen. The table was set for one person, a little note placed on the plate.

"Lunch is in the fridge, hear it up whenever you want. Browse through the cabinets for snacks."

Even when he hurt her, she thought about him. He wished there was a hole he could crawl in and disappear. His stomach, however, thought otherwise. The hunger overtook his mind, and he slowly opened the fridge. He found a covered dish, and when he looked inside, there was a big steak along with vegetables inside. She even made him his favorite food without even knowing it. Eating stake was a luxury, and he only had it for his birthday when Yunho and Wooyoung bought it for him. The other families payed no mind that he was a hybrid with a primarily meaty diet. The vegetables on the plate meant she thought about his health as well.

Without heating it up, he grabbed the stake with his fingers and bit into it. Even though cold, it was delicious. She made it just how he liked it, on the rare side with no major spices. The groan of pleasure was unstoppable at this point.

"You know, I have lots of forks and knives, they are free to use."

Mingi almost choked on the piece he was chewing. He was so imersed in the taste, he never even herd her footsteps.

"I...Um...It's... It's delicious."

She crossed her arms, nodding. "Thank you. I asked Wooyoung about your food preferences, he said stake was your favourite." She leaned on the kitchen door. "I thought this was a special occasion, so I... You know."

He put the plate on the counter, clearing his throat.

"I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am about earlier. My instinct took over, and I lost control. If you want to send me back I..."

"Send you back?!" Mingi's eyes widened at her shout.

"Why would I send you back? I obviously did something that upset you. I guess the book is special to you. If anything, I'm sorry."

Mingi rushed towards her, and he could see her apprehensive expression. His hands held onto hers.

"You did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. It was as normal as it gets. The book... It was my mom's gift to me, it's the only thing I have of hers now. I'm... Protective over it."

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hands in response.

"Okay, I get it. Sorry Stripes, I won't try to touch it again. It's like my art studio, right? You respect my wishes, I respect yours."

Mingi never felt this accepted before. Anyone else would throw him out, but Y/N accepted him. He will make it his life's mission to make her happy.

"Now, do you want to continue eating with your hands, or do you want some silverware? I can make you some tea while you finish the meal."

He nodded, going back to his plate.

"That would be nice, thank you."

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"Stripes, I get what you're saying, but you can't stay in the tub for the whole day."

"But it's so hot out, I'm burning up."

Y/N sighed on the other side of the bathroom door. She knew Mingi would have a tough time in the summer, but he's been in the bathroom for over three hours.

"Mingi, I beg you, get out of the bathroom!"

"Fine! Let me suffer! I knew you had it out for me!" He's gotten so used to his nickname, he knew he was in trouble if she addressed him as 'Mingi'.

Over a month has passed since he came to live with Y/N. It's been rather eventful. He hasn't had anymore outbursts, and his room was now painted green, with a gaming chair and computer. Y/N went all out on him, wanting to make it known he was there to stay. Good thing her art shop made money, otherwise Mingi's new gaming hobby would've drained her dry.

"Oh stop it. I'm going to my studio, but if you aren't done in the next ten minutes, I'm breaking in and pulling you out by your ears! Both sets!"

Mingi gasped, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He knew she was bluffing by now, always giving out empty threats. They were almost comical, because he knew she would never do that to him.

This time, for some odd reason, he wanted her to break in and see him in all of his glory. He was well built, his muscles being a part of his nature. Not to mention he was well endowed, if he had to say so himself. Maybe she would run away from embarrassment, or maybe...

He closed his eyes, imagining her wide eyes raking over his body. Would she want to touch him? He felt his cock jump at the thought. He's had problems in the past week, his cock doing all the thinking instead of him. That was part of the reason he spent locked away in the bathroom. It was the only way for him to cool down enough to be in the same room as Y/N.

The only other problem was Y/N's need for affection. She loved scratching his ears, raking her fingers through his hair, and giving him back rubs whenever he laid his head in her lap. And he always laid his head in her lap, especially if they were watching a movie in the living room. This week, he avoided the couch as much as he could, giving the lame excuse of needing to beat his opponents in a game, using language Y/N didn't understand. She dismissed him, but he could tell she was getting suspicious.

There was banging on the door just as he tried to reach for his aching length to relieve himself.

"That's it! Out, now! I'm going to pee myself!"

"Okay, okay, I'm getting out, calm down."

He managed to grab a towel in his hurry, securing it over his hips.

"Mingi, I'm serious! Get-" The door opened in a swing.

"Okay, okay. I'm out."

Y/N couldn't move. She couldn't tear her eyes from his broad chest as he leaned one arm on the doorframe. When she managed to look up, his eyes were half closed, lips red, neck flushed. Didn't he take a cold shower?

"I...Um... Move!" She pushed him away, ducking under his arm and slamming the door shut.

"O-Okay? I'm gonna be in my room, you know, gaming."

"Yeah, yeah, you do that."

Y/N looked into the mirror, reaching for her red cheeks. She didn't know when it began, but she started admiring Mingi more and more. He was handsome, and he loved cuddling with her. It gave her a chance to enjoy his sturdy body wrapped around hers.

"Snap out of it, idiot. He's your friend."

She decided from day one that they would be friends, not owner and hybrid. Yes, on paper Mingi was hers, but she didn't want that to determine their relationship. She was able to give him a comfortable life, and in return, she got a housemate and bestie. Seemed like a good deal to her, and Mingi never complained. They haven't had any incidents since the first day, and they respected each other's boundaries.

Now, she thought she was crossing those boundaries with her filthy imagination. What would Mingi think if he knew?

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He couldn't take it anymore.

What would Y/N think if she knew?

Mingi kept beating himself up about it while lying in his bed that night. His cock kept stirring in his pants, not letting up. Her soft hair, her delicate body... His head was filled with images of her.

Slowly, he reached into his pants, having forgone underwear, he grasped his length in his big hand. He imagined her much smaller palm instead, and he just knew it would feel better. Well, this is all he could do now, so he had to make it work.

He imagined her lips, always pink and glossy, kissing his neck, cheeks, his cock... She seemed like someone who would enjoy being kissed. He'd savour every moment, chasing after her. His hand went faster, his whole body on fire.

With the image of her mouth planted around his cock, he came. His body jerked around on the bed, eyes shut tightly. He tried to keep his sounds at bay, but a soft moan left his lips. It was over too soon, and he didn't feel any better. With cum stained pants, he looked at the ceiling.

"I'm doomed."

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The atmosphere in the house changed after that night. The days were filled with secret stares, light touches, and shy smiles.

Mingi couldn't keep his hands to himself, he would always find a way to be close to her. He sprawled himself across her lap, whining every time she paused scratching his ears. It was a big contrast, and he didn't know why his mood changed so much. It was like he couldn't get enough of her.

At night, he touched himself at the thought of her, the embarrassment leaving his mind quickly.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. Although she kept her desires at bay, she enjoyed his neediness. It gave her a chance to touch him for how long she wanted. With the tension dimmed, she could later focus on her paintings, and she drew inspiration from her passion.

Everything seemed close to normal, until the doorbell rang one day. They were sprawled out on the couch as usual, and Mingi frowned as he picked up the male scent standing on the other side of the door.

"Are you expecting someone?" Y/N shrugged, standing up to see who it was.

"Not that I remember. Wait here."

Mingi nodded but stayed put. A second later he heard her scream. He was up and at the door in a second, ready to pounce.

He halted his movements when he saw Y/N wrapped around a blonde man.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it! Hongjoong, what on earth are you doing here?"

The blonde, Hongjoong it seemed, chuckled and tightened his grip around her waist.

"I came to visit my favourite little artist of course. You know I always come to you when I'm in town."

Realising there was another person with them, Hongjoong glanced at Mingi. That's when he saw the tightly shut jaw, almost golden eyes, and the angry stance he was in.

"Oh, is this your boyfriend?" Y/N detached herself from him before shaking her head.

"No, that's my Mingi. I mean... That's my hybrid Mingi. He's been with me for two months now."

She turned around and Mingi's eyes softened when they met hers. She took a step towards him, gesturing towards the blonde man.

"Mingi, this is my friend Hongjoong. He's a designer, so he travels a lot. He likes to surprise me when he's in town, as you see."

"Only because I know how much you like surprises." They laughed together, and Mingi felt like throwing up.

Y/M flapped her hands around, gesturing towards the living room. Their living room.

"Come on now Joong, make yourself at home. I'll go make us some tea. Mingi, keep him company, please."

She rushed to the kitchen, leaving the two men alone. Mingi glanced at Hongjoong again, turning around and heading towards the living room.

"Follow me." He heard him chuckle before making himself comfortable on the couch next to Mingi. Their couch.

"So, Mingi. How is it living with Y/N? Is she still covered in paint everyday?" Mingi frowned.

"How would you know?"

"Well, we lived together briefly when we studied at the same college. I was a design major, while she went for art. We had a blast living together, and our living room was always covered in paint and fabric patches."

Mingi didn't like that information one bit. Even though he knew his thoughts were irrational, he couldn't help them.

"She has her art room now. Y/N is always clean, but her clothes have stains." Hongjoong chuckled, nodding his head.

"I bet she still wears the same band shirts from back then. She didn't want to buy more clothes, only to destroy them, so I often gave her my old ones. Silly girl."

Mingi's eyes widened. She was wearing another man's clothes? While they cuddled nonetheless? That didn't sit right with him. Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Y/N entered the room with their tea. She put down Mingi's favorite blue cup in front of him, placing the red one in front of Hongjoong.

"Three spoons of sugar for Mingi, honey and milk for Joong." The blonde idiot chuckled.

"I'm glad you still know how I like my tea."

"How can I forget? You gave me a migraine the first time I put sugar in it." They both laughed now, and Mingi felt sick.

"Come one buttercup, sit with us." Buttercup? Oh what an asshole. Mingi couldn't help but frown again.

"Buttercup?" he asked.

Y/N smiled and sat between them. A little closer to Hongjoong, Mingi noticed.

"Oh it's a stupid nickname. I was too into the Powerpuff girls, they were my comfort show throughout college. I dresses up as Buttercup for Halloween once, and he's been at it since."

"What can I say, you looked too good in your costume." She slapped him on the chest.

"Oh Joong, you flatter me too much."

Their evening went on like that, the two friends catching up, while the big bad tiger sat silently. Y/N tried to include him in the conversation, but she noticed his reluctance, so she didn't push it.

When Hongjoong finally announced he had to go, Mingi was estatic.

"Are you sure you can't stay longer? You're leaving again tomorrow, who knows when I'll see you again." They were in a tight embrace, and it didn't seem they would let go anytime soon.

"I'm sorry Buttercup, I wish I could. The fashion world needs me, and when duty calls I follow." They laughed and finally, fucking finally, they let go of eachother.

"I get it, I guess. But call me! I know we text a lot, but I want to hear your voice, you know?" Hongjoong kissed her on the cheek, and Mingi had to summon all his willpower not to pounce on him.

"I promise, I'll call more. I'm off now, before I become sentimental."

"Oh, and tell Seonghwa I said hi, and to come with you next time. I want to know how my favorite model is doing." Hongjoong smiled, waving at them from his car.

"Sure thing! He misses you, too. Bye now, love you lots!"

"Love you too!"

As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she could see a very angry Mingi.

"Who the fuck is Seonghwa now? Should I expect any other men poping around unannounced?"

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Woah, Mingi, calm down. Hongjoong is my best friend. And Seonghwa..."

"I though I was your best friend? Are you saying you're a liar?" Now she grew angry as well.

"Hey, call me anything you want, but a liar is not okay. To settle your curiosity, Hongjoong is the only person I could rely on in college and the years after that, beacuse my parents frowned upon my choice of carer. I couldn't prove to them how successful I've grown because they died along the way. So yes, he's my best friend because of that. It doesn't mean I can't have other friends."

Mingi felt like shit. He never once thought to ask her about her life, they always focused on his. She pushed past him to go up the stairs, but stopped and turned around.

"And Seonghwa is Hongjoongs boyfriend. They met when Seonghwa modeled for one of my pieces three years ago. Do you have any more questions?"

Mingi could only manage to shake his head.

"Good. I'm going to bed now, all this negativity is making my head ache. Goodnight."

She was gone before he could give any kind of response. Way to go Mingi, you nipped that right in the bud.

With a sigh, he cleaned up the living room before heading to bed. His idiotic self, and his jealousy were the only things to blame for their fight. She was so happy before he ruined it.

Mingi tried getting comfortable, but it proved impossible. He kept tossing, and turning, huffing every time he changed sides.

The worst part?

His cock was up and aching, again.

He couldn't bring himself to touch it, ashamed of himself and his actions today.

But, boy, did he want to. Her angry expression almost turned him on then and there. Maybe she was aggressive like that in bed?

He knows it's wishful thinking, but a hybrid can dream, right?

Another half an hour passed, and Mingi's had enough. He couldn't go to sleep like this, so he made up his mind. Quickly, he got out of bed and hurried down the hallway. His bare feet stopped in front of her door, and he used his keen hearing to check if she was asleep. To his surprise, there was music silently playing, and she was humming along.

He cleared his throat, gave himself a pep talk, and knocked.

Y/N opened, and his cheeks grew hot. She was in one of those band T-shirts Hongjoong mentioned, legs and feet bare. It was short, almost too short.

"Mingi?" She brought him back to reality.

"Yes?"

"Mingi, you came to me. What do you want?"

"Ah, yes." He cleared his throat again.

"I want to... You see..."

"Spit it out!"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me today. I mean, I kind of do, but... I'm sorry."

He hung his head, arms flat against his sides. He looked like a wet cat, not a scary tiger. Y/N crossed her arms and sighed.

"Come on in." She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. Mingi never went into her room. He didn't have any reason to. It was all soft, pastel, covered in pictures and books. It fit her perfectly. He stepped in, feeling almost out of place, and slowly sat next to her.

"So, do you want to explain your behaviour today? Or your behaviour in general? You've been acting all weird lately, and I never know what to do. You push me away, then you won't let me go, now you cause a scene... Are you... Not happy here anymore?"

Mingi's mood changed instantly, eyes wide, ears pin straight on his head.

"No! Why would you think that? I'm incredibly happy here. I love being here. I've never felt more at home."

"Then what? Because I'm clueless." She reached for his hand, and their fingers automatically interlocked.

Mingi knew he had to say something now, it was time. Even if it ruined everything, he could not keep silent anymore.

"I... I've been having some trouble with my feelings... Towards you. I... I think I feel for you more than a friend would. You know, tigers are pretty serious about their... Mate. And, well, I think, no, I'm sure I feel like that towards you." He took a breath before continuing.

"I know it's probably gross to you. With my ears and tail, and my mood swings. I know my eyes sometimes freak you out. I get it if you want to send me back. But I have to say I never felt like this before. You're the one Y/N. You'll always be the one."

Mingi looked at his lap, glancing at their interlocked hands. She never let go.

"Mingi... You were never gross to me. I love your fluffy ears, especially when you let me scratch them. They're as soft as your tail. And your tail always sways when you're happy. I know I did something good when I see it moving around you. Your eyes... They never freak me out, I'm just fascinated with the color. It's unique." She placed her palm on his cheek, turning him towards her.

"I feel the same as you Mingi. It's common for hybrids and humans to fall for each other. It's happened lots of times. Believe me, I've done my research as soon as I started feeling something for you." Mingi's eyes widened.

"So, we're normal? You're not kidding me? You know how sensitive I am." She chuckled.

"I wouldn't say normal, but we're okay. And no, I'm not kidding Stripes, I wouldn't do that to you."

"Then... Sorry, but I can't contain myself any longer."

She was confused. "What are you talki-"

He cut her off by pressing his lips onto hers.

Best way to shut her up, indeed.

She threw her arms around his neck, and he lifted her onto his lap. He couldn't keep his hands at bay, gripping all over her smooth tights. She let out a soft moan as he reached her ass and squeezed.

Their kiss only grew more passionate, their tongues finding each other, beginning a dance of their own. Mingi's ears were pressed flat to his head, almost signaling he was at her mercy. His tail soon wrapped around her thigh, giving her another squeeze.

She pulled away, raking her nails through his hair.

"Oh my, you're quite eager."

"So what? You'd be too if you knew the hell I've experienced these past weeks."

He stood up, her legs wrapped around him, and laid her down onto the soft mattress. She could feel his massive bulge pressing onto her pantie covered core, and she got nervous. Was it going to fit?

"Whatever do you mean, Stripes?"

He chuckled and sat up between her legs, pulling his shirt over his head. She could definitely see his cock now, and if she guessed, he didn't have any underwear on.

"You know what I mean. I haven't touched my cock this much in my whole life. The past week has been a torture."

He then pulled off her shirt, his eyes glazing over, the golden colour emerging.

"I think you have to make it up to me." She reached for his pants, slowly pulling at the strings to untie them.

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem"

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"Okay, I think you've had enough. Hey, that tickles!"

Mingi kept on pressing kisses to her neck, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist. After too many rounds to count, Mingi was finally satisfied. Or so she thought, because his fingers slowly travelled down her naked body.

"Hey now, what did I say? I'm tired, I'm not a hybrid like you."

"But Y/N, I just can't stop now that I've had you. Your pussy is deli-" "Okay! I got it. Let me sleep for at least an hour, I'm about to crash anyways."

He groaned, but he brought his hands back up her waist.

Mingi felt like he was in heaven. The girl of his dreams is finally in his arms, he has a warm bed to sleep in, food is made according to his preferences. All because she made it possible.

"Y/N."

"I said an hour Mingi."

"It's not that. Can you turn around please?" She slowly moved around, turning towards him, placing a hand on his sturdy chest.

"What is it?" He looked at her so lovingly, she could almost cry.

"I love you. I really, really love you." Her expression softened, and she placed a kiss on his lips.

"I really, really love you, too."

They smiled, their noses touching. A second later, Mingi was flat on his back with his favorite person straddling hip hips.

"I'll sleep later." She said.

He smirked.

She sure was the perfect woman.

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"Oh Yunho! How nice to run into you!"

"Hey Y/N! How are you doing? How's Mingi? We wanted to let you settle in before we asked for a visit."

She smiled as she held onto her shopping basket.

"We're great actually. These past couple of months have been... Eventful, to say the least. Actually, he's right around the corner, looking at snacks of course, come say hi."

They went to another row, spotting Mingi holding two types of chips. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw Yunho.

"Hey! Where have you been all this time?"

The boys hugged, and Yunho chuckled.

"As I've told Y/N, we wanted to let you get settled in. Wooyoung and I want to visit the two of you, catch up together." Mingi looked at Y/N and she gave him a nod.

"You're welcome anytime. Listen, we have to hurry now, Y/N friend and his boyfriend are coming to dinner, but we'll keep in touch. I'll text you."

Yunho nodded, and suddenly something came to his mind. Before he could say it, Y/N grabbed Mingi by the hand after reading a text.

"The boys are in front of the store, we should head out. It was nice seeing you Yunho, we'll set up dinner plans. Say hi to Wooyoung, he was a good match maker." Yunho watched them exchange a look, both smiling.

"Come on babe, let's go. See you soon Yunho!"

The tall boy stood and watched them go out of the aisle, hand in hand.

"Did he just call her 'babe'?

He was about to remind Mingi that he hadn't taken his heat suppressants with him, and that he might experience more intense symptoms.

However, he could tell all was taken care of, and that put a smile on his face.

Young love does that to you, he supposes.

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Hey people! I'm thinking about making a part two of this imagine, just because I feel I could explore some other moments with them.

Comment if you would want to see a continuation of their story :)

Lots of love, X

[pirategauguin]

Teha'amana was the native wife of Paul Gauguin during his first visit to Tahiti in 1891 to 1893. It was common at that time for French colonists to take native wives; the wives simply referred to as vahine, Tahitian for "woman". These vahines were often underage children, as was the case with Teha'amana, their marriage being arranged by their family for reasons of status or financial advantage. The marriages were generally not legally binding. All three of Gauguin's vahines, the two he took after Teha'amana eventually returned home while Teha'amana herself declined to continue their relationship when Gauguin returned to Tahiti in 1895. Teha'amana undoubtedly saw herself as conventionally married according to her local customs, but for Gauguin the marriage was clearly a temporary arrangement. Nevertheless, he did profess a tender love for Teha'amana in his journal Noa Noa. Pierre Loti's Le Mariage de Loti, a book that influenced Gauguin's decision to travel to Tahiti, was an immensely popular account of such a marriage twenty years earlier, although in that case the marriage was actually a fictional composite of many casual liaisons indulged by Loti during a two-month visit to Papeete. In Loti's account his wife was fourteen years old, while in Gauguin's account Teha'amana was just thirteen years old.

These things are true. I want to make it clear that I do not condone these actions. However, this blog is not meant to refer to the real Gauguin. There is a degree of separation between the Gauguin from history and the fictional portrayal of Gauguin in the musical Starry. I do try to make this clear, as I have pinned a post discussing this to the top of this blog.

The difference between a real person from history and a character based off of that person is an important distinction to make. A character is not a real person, they are used as tools in a story and this may involve exaggerating certain elements of their historical counterpart and eliminating others, or for the sake of the plot, it may make more sense to put a character in a position the real person was never in. Beyond the plot, another reason these things may be done is to better convey a message that the writer(s) want to share. Applying this to Gauguin, if I remember correctly, the historical Gauguin never directly stated how he felt about how he had left the Yellow House. The Gauguin in Starry, however, has a line in the last song of the show that makes his view on this very clear: "I want to live again so I can stay." The character of Gauguin regrets his actions because that was what was right for the story the writers wanted to tell.

I do think this is an important discussion to have; the bad things historical people have done is something that should be talked about and recognized to be Not Good, but if these things are not relevant to the story being told, they should not be brought up as a reason to dislike the character. Not that a character doing bad things means that you're wrong to like them, but I could make a whole other post about that.

[piko-rose]

My Personal Headcanon On Why Amy's Love For Sonic Died Down Lately (and their dynamic)

When they were younger, Amy's love for Sonic was pretty extreme, and Sonic was, understandable, uncomfortable for the most part. He knows she means well, but that girl needs to calm down.

She can fight, but sometimes her hammer could only stun her enemies for a while. (It took her a long time to get rid of that robot that has been chasing her around Station Square.) She wasn't fully independent yet, even if she fought on her own a couple of times.

She often follows Sonic and his friends around. She is part of the team, but she was not a strong as she is now at the time yet.

She admires Sonic. A LOT. And Sonic knows that. Obviously, he could only run away from something like that, since he is NOT ready for that kind of thing, and whether Amy takes the hint or stop, she still loves him.

...BUT, I think things were slightly starting to change between her and Sonic after Lost World.

Remember this line?

You remember that? Okay, okay. Here's another totally unrelated question:

Before the events of Lost World, when was the last time Amy said "I love you" to Sonic out loud?

...YEP. 😈 (Unless I'm missing something, let me know lmao)

As more games and adventures come out, the characters get slightly older, and Amy is 12 to 13 now, and she is most certainly at that age where her body starts to change, but especially on how she views Sonic.

She knows she loves Sonic, but it was this moment during her change where she actually wanted to admit that she loves him.

I believe that Amy was all about sharing her affection to him not through confessions, but through obvious hints. Sonic totally got it, and there was no need to confess. Sonic knows she loves her.

...But she never said it. And she almost did, but she never did again for a while.

I think this was the moment in her life where, oh, God, she actually loves Sonic. SHE LOVES HIM, WHAT.

And she was looking back at all the times she had with Sonic that she can now see were unpleasant to Sonic (At least that's what she thinks) and that's probably why she isn't so expressive about her love to him than how she used to back then.

She wasn't sure what to do with this realization, and sets aside it for a while, and nearly stayed as her casual, peppy self... until the Eggman War happened.

During the 6 months of being with the Resistance, fighting Eggman's army all day and all night, all she can think of was Sonic.

She dreams that he still with not just her, but with her friends. She just wanted to see Sonic again, she just wants to be with her hero again.

But I'd like to think that she was also thinking about how she used to treat Sonic back when they were younger, how Sonic would almost always run away from her whenever she asks him out, or always look so uncomfortable whenever she gets so close to him.

Cringing at those memories big time, she wanted to change and hopefully when Sonic is okay and comes back, she can be better for him.

...Or will he still find her uncomfortable regardless? Would he even be happy to see her at all if he did survive?

But, hold on! She can't just give up her love for Sonic! He made her who she is today! A peppy, nature-loving, hammer-swinging, confident, brave... loud-mouth... annoying... Sonic obsessed... weak... pathetic... lonely little girl.

If she gives up on Sonic, it'll be like she gave up on the one hedgehog who saved her life. If she didn't she'll still be the same ol' Amy.

I also like to think she had parents a long while before she met Sonic, and was even expecting a little sister, but a robot invasion happened from where she was and attacked her parents and instead of trying to save them, after getting hurt, she ran away, hoping that they'll come back okay. But they never did.

She was all alone, and needed someone, a friend, a new family, someone who will hold her hand, anyone, to be there for her. But she was ignored by lots, and at that point, she's better off by herself, but still longed for company.

Eventually though, her tarot cards told her her future hero, and there might be hope after all. She encountered Sonic, held onto the belief of the cards tight, and the rest is history.

So, with that headcanon in mind, not only did Amy loose her parents that she didn't save because of her cowardliness (she was only so little at the time that happened) and also Sonic, who she thought will be her only hope, but now gone.

She doesn't even care if he did come back, he'd probably hate her now after everything she did to him, always talking about their "future wedding" or forcing him to go to Twinkle Park.

For the last few months of the war, it was nothing but Amy mentally beating herself up for either refusing to change or moving on, and they are both not fine choices.

She loves Sonic, but he does not love her, and she finally, finally realized it. And it's probably for the best if no body loved her at all.

But of course Sonic did survive and all of her worries wash away in an instant, she's just not expressive about her love for Sonic AT ALL now, since she's still worried about it but rather not mention it to Sonic because it doesn't matter.

If Sonic doesn't love her, then her feelings don't matter to him, and according to Amy herself, that is okay.

But also, I'd like to think that Sonic was thinking about his friends a lot up in the Death Egg for the past months, sometimes it's Tails (worried for his safety), sometimes it's Shadow (because he's wondering why he would join Eggman.) At some point, for a few days, Amy was in his mind the longest, and he felt bad about how he thought he was rude and pushy to her.

He wondered if she's not thinking about it too much, and if she is, will she give up on him? Yeah, he doesn't feel the same and still not looking for a relationship, but it's so strange but interesting how anyone could ever like someone like Sonic the Hedgehog. Amy was never afraid to show that, and she probably might be now.

He couldn't help but feel guilty. They were kids when she was like this, but he was so... arrogant at the time too. Not a lot happened at the time yet. He'd always have trouble expressing how much he value his friends, until he shattered the Paradox Prism. (I'd like to think Prime took place before Forces. It makes sense.)

She is such a sweet girl, and he probably made her believe that he didn't care for her. Just because he doesn't feel the same, that doesn't mean he hates her at all.

He wished he never ran away from Amy... Worrying for his little bro and wishing to be a good person for Amy was when Sonic cried in the Death Egg for the first and only time.

Frontiers, in my opinion, is kind of confirming their dynamic now. Sonic is a lot more sincere and kinder to Amy and she is not all hyperactive and lovey to Sonic. There is probably a real reason for this now.

They are both hiding their feelings from them, and they are both unaware of this. Amy, hiding her mental issues from Sonic, and Sonic, hiding his guilt away from Amy.

None of those things are important now. Sonic is with Amy and Amy is with Sonic. They are here with each other. They can be finally be better for each other now.

They don't care if they'll ever be something more when they get older. None of that matters anymore. They are here with each other. They can be finally be better for each other now.

Maybe someday they'll both talk about it, but for now, the present is important. They care about each other too much to think about it right now.

It's the kind of love that is unbreakable. It doesn't even have to be romantic. It's just love. Love is important for everyone, in any form. It's something Sonic and his friends need. And especially Sonic and Amy.

Amy Rose is the living embodiment of love, and without her, a lot would go downhill for Sonic and co. Heck, if it weren't for her, Shadow wouldn't have never remembered Maria's promise, which lead him to save the world with Sonic, before he temporarily disappeared from their lives for a while.

She is always there to lend a helping hand for anybody, even bad guys like Metal Sonic, and despite what she had been through, both in Forces and headcanon wise, she still fights back, even without her hammer.

She will pick you back up on your feet, reminding you that you are important and that you are loved, and that you should never give up. It's pretty much the words of encouragement she herself needed also...

She is still the happy, hyper, butt-kicking hedgehog we all know and love, but she still need someone to pick her back up on her feet after so long. Thankfully, she has her friends and her blue hero. The hero who made her who she is today.

I think Amy has no idea how important she thought she is, but Sonic does. Sonic knows fully well how important she is to a lot of people. It's about time he returns the favor to her. It's his turn to remind her how much a lot of people love her.

How much he loves her.

And I feel like The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog was the moment where their dynamic really shined, but also the starting point of their relationship not only healing, but also the next chapter of what's to come for them.

Everyone, friends old and new, gathered around for a special birthday. A birthday for the confident, unshakable, and radiant Amy Rose.

It was such a special moment in Amy's life. After years of chasing and following the people she look up to, she is part of the team, but most importantly, she is part of the family.

She is fully realized as someone more than just a fangirl, but someone strong, courageous, creative, kind and a big inspiration for others.

I feel like this moment here...

-is where Amy is eternally grateful to call her friends her family. A family she thought she'll never have again. She's not alone anymore, and as long as they're by her side, she'll never will be again.

Her chasing days are over. She's finally caught up to them. She's finally home.

And it's all thanks to Sonic.

If it weren't for him, she'd probably be alone forever. Her past moments with Sonic might be embarrassing to look back on for a while, but they are good memories regardless, because they involve him.

Sonic saved her life in more ways than one, and despite everything, he's grateful to have her too.

He cares about her. He really does... And in her eyes, that all she needed to know. As long as Sonic loves her in his own way, she'll be happy.

Amy hasn't given up on Sonic. As long as Amy always supports him, he'll be happy.

Maybe sometime in the future, they can talk about their problems, but that's a story for another time. At this point, they need to. Right now, they are happy. They are okay.

They are here for each other. They are finally better for each other now.

"You guys won't ever leave me, right?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

[quietlyblooms]

alrighty, friends, i feel the need to be a little transparent because it's affecting things here. the short version of everything is: i'm not doing so hot in the mental health department. no one needs to be concerned -- i'm okay even if i'm having a hard time. but i just ask that everyone continues to be patient and understanding bc i promise that i'm excited to write and chat!! both new and old mutuals, i have so much admiration for you all!! the problem is that the discomfort and sensitivity i feel are making it increasingly difficult to be punctual and social.

so what does this mean? it means my activity may continue to be extra slow. i might procrastinate with messages or go completely silent. i might not log on some days just so i don't have to use my brain. but however my presence here fluctuates, i promise that in no way this is a reflection of my feelings towards you or our muses. i'm just going through it.

all that said, thank you for being here <3 thank you for filling my dash with things that make me smile, and thank you for being a space where i can relax. i care about all of you so much, and i encourage you to be kind to yourselves!! take breaks!! take your time!! your happiness and health matter first always.

[c6jpg]

i should have paid more attention to the first part of the little saurian world quest bc i am now fully invested

[cathymee]

maybe it's to maintain a sense of tension & turmoil that would eventually reach an explosive peak, a sense of tug-of-war, a back-and-forth to hammer home the ideals they want to deliver and for the viewers to chew on, but although these arguments regarding hiroshi & his stance as a man torn between his loyalty for his country & the loyalty for his Filipino friends and lover is of course important, how they write these scenes & the points they present from this week alone is getting too repetitive...? literally the argument scenes from last night & tonight between adelina & hiroshi is basically the same; the ideas were the same, the dynamics were the same: the aggressive, radical adelina, bristling rage and fear over the injustices she's seen thus far, and the cautious, inspiriting hiroshi, all hopefulness and reassurance one moment as a lover, defensiveness and sternness as a japanese soldier in another. this debate will be ever-present ofc, it is one of the series' biggest conflicts, but it is unfortunately so easy to tell when it is a.) being pulled up as a main topic to move the plot along / be a necessary conflict for character development/introspection / be the conflict to deliver the morals & messages the writers want to send to their viewers, or b.) when it is being pulled up only for the drama and filler to pass the time. like watching the characters sit down to argue for 10 minutes, do other things for the plot for 2 minutes, then sit down again to argue for the next 20 minutes. lol.

[thediktatortot]

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[mars-ipan]

this is gonna sound incredibly virtue signal-y i fear but i have been feeling. so fiercely protective of all the transfems i've ever met lately

[sloaaaa]

there Has to be a better education system than this