#idk why it comes so easy to me to know how to order things to create a Gaping Pit in people's chests but it is quite fun :)

[shadeswift99]

for the fic writing ask game, i'd say you're really strong in setting a tone (i.e. if there's a scene with a forced-casual feeling that has undertones of creeping dread, you do an excellent job setting it up and executing it!), and generally creating a compelling story!

Thank you!! Description and the pacing/flow of a scene are two of my most very favourite things to write, I'm glad I pull it off well as well as enjoying doing it

[depresseddepot]

my favorite ear buds broke and I just spent three feverish hours searching the corners of the internet to find them again

[beloveds-embrace]

hi, this idea kind of comforts me but it makes you feel uncomfy just ignore this request.

but since you do poly 141, I was thinking of a fic where reader comes from a bad abusive family but she doesn't talk about it and thinks it's normal. and the 141 tries to get angry/frustrated with her because they are concerned for the fact she is fine with people treating her badly or not prioritising herself they come to realise it's just how she thinks. and they remind her that she now doesn't have to survive and fade into a background or is a burden and that she can live and be happy.

i know it sounds complicated and specific but I kinda have this really serene picture in my head that if that happens everything will fine AHAHA idk. but again if this idea doesn't correspond with your writing or feeling or comfortability please just ignore this. apologies if it made you feel uncomfortable.

hope you have/had a nice day or night!!♡♡

I hope you have a nice day/night as well!! And i hope you enjoy this! CW: past abuse, past emotional abuse and neglect

You met them first through a mutual friend, an unplanned introduction that turned into something you hadn’t quite expected: a tentative relationship, but one that had happiness blooming like the flowers and greenery you tend to. It was unconventional- a group of elite soldiers who spent most of their time between missions scattered across the world and a civilian- but when they returned, it felt like they brought your home with them.

You still didn’t understand why they liked having you around. You were just a florist who helped them with decorating their new house, or who listened when they needed a friendly ear. You didn’t ask for anything, and they were kind enough not to question it even if you'd seen their displeased little frowns and furrowed brows whenever you'd refuse.

But recently, you noticed them getting… concerned.

It was Soap who brought it up first, his frustration seeping into his usual easy smile.

It happened after you’d offered to run a series of errands, insisting they rest after a mission. As always, you tried to downplay your exhaustion, helping them settle in their home, making sure everything was clean and in order for them before you even considered sitting down.

Soap watched with a frown, noticing how you brushed off the heaviness in your movements and the bags under your eyes, doing your best to tend to them, such a sweet thing. But after you finished, he gently grabbed your arm.

“Dove, why do you do this?” he asked, voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Do what?” you replied, a little too quickly, trying to pull your arm back almost instinctively. Almost like a habit.

“Act like you don’t need anything. You haven’t even eaten today, and you’re lookin’ after us like we’re helpless. What about you, aye?”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. You didn’t know how to explain that putting yourself last was just what you did. That it felt right, somehow, to stay in the background, to make sure everyone else was fine before even thinking about yourself. It was normal, no? It was how you were raised, and your parents only ever insisted that discipline was needed.

“Just… used to it, I guess?” you finally mumbled.

Soap’s brows drew together, but before he could say more, Gaz stepped in, giving you a gentle, worried look. So Johnny... wasn't the only one who thought so?

“It’s not right,” Gaz said, frustration simmering in his tone. “You’re allowed to put yourself first, you know?”

You shrugged, glancing away. Allowed. You hadn’t thought of it that way.

Price was the next to notice it, his observant eyes always catching the little things: how you’d flinch ever so slightly when they raised their voices, the way you stayed at the edges of conversations, nodding along but rarely chiming in. It had been the same when they'd met you, but he had assumed- hoped- it was merely you being naturally shy.

But this clearly went beyond that.

One night, as you were tidying up after dinner, John approached you, folding his arms across his chest. He stands close, but not too close.

“Why don’t you sit with us, love? Someone else can do the dishes. You barely let us help you cook or set the table either.” He says, his voice gentle, but with a hint of a command.

“I’m fine, John. I really don't mind.” You answered quickly, quietly. You couldn’t meet his eyes, a reflex you’d developed over years of keeping your head down.

He tilted his head, as if trying to see past the answer you’d given him. “No, my love,” he said softly, but with a firmness that made you pause. “I think you’re used to telling yourself that, but I don’t think you believe it.”

You froze, unsure how to respond, feeling something painful stir in your chest. The idea of asking for anything, for taking up space- of needing more than what little you had- seemed wrong. Like wanting was a burden in itself. But it is. It's what you've learnt and been taught.

John sighed, his eyes warm but sad. His hands raised to cup you face slowly, gently. “You’re not a burden, you know that, right?”

You gave him a small, shaky smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah.”

The next time, it was Ghost.

He was usually silent, lurking in the shadows, watching with that keen, unreadable gaze that only ever softened for you and them. But one evening, as you were dropping off supplies at their base, Ghost noticed you hurrying off after you’d finished. He easily caught up with you just outside, his hand gentle as it grasped your shoulder.

(Yet it still had you flinching.)

“You don’t have to go, birdie.” He murmured, voice soft but clear. You met his gaze, startled by the gentle concern in his eyes.

“You… don’t mind?” you asked, trying not to look too hopeful. You always worried your company might be too boring, unproductive. Unwanted.

Ghost shook his head. “If anything, we mind when you don’t stay,” he scoffed quietly. Then he sighs. “We’re worried, you know. About how you treat yourself, luvie. Like you don’t deserve anything more than the bare minimum.”

You swallowed hard, his words hitting deeper than you’d care to admit. He waited, patient, a pillar of quiet understanding.

“I just… it’s what I know,” you finally whispered, unable to look at him. “Growing up, I was never… important. And I don't have to be! I'm not demanding it, I promise-”

He was silent for a moment, and then he took in a deep breath that cuts your frantic mumbles off, as if finally understanding something he’d long suspected. “Well,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “you’re with us now, birde. You are important.”

Something warm spread in your chest, something unfamiliar yet comforting. You managed a nod, finding a small sliver of strength in his words, and a little smile forms on your face- leaning into Ghost's knuckles so lightly caressing your cheek.

After those days, things began to change more and more. For the better.

Kyle would check in with you every day, insisting you take breaks with him, sharing laughs over simple things. Soap began inviting you to meals, not taking no for an answer, piling food on your plate until you couldn’t help but indulge. Those two especially adored taking you out to sample new cuisines, delighting in getting you to be more open with your expressions and reactions.

John and Simon would go on walks with you, listening to the little stories you’d been hesitant to share, showing you that your presence mattered to them as much as theirs did to you. And slowly, day by day, they chipped away at the walls you’d built around yourself. Showed you that what your family raised to be wasn't right, was cruel to you.

One evening, as you sat on the couch in the common room, leaning against Johnny's shoulder, Kyle leaned over, a gentle smile on his face.

“You know, love, you don’t have to survive anymore,” he said softly, meeting your gaze with a warmth that made your heart ache. “We want you here because you make us happy. Just as you are.”

The words felt foreign, but you let them settle over you, warm and safe. Kyle gave your hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring, a silent reminder that you didn’t need to hide.

“We’re here to take care of each other,” Soap murmured, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, “and that means you too, aye?”

You gave them a tentative smile, feeling that familiar ache soften just a little.

Simon, sitting nearby, nodded in silent agreement, and John leaned back in his chair, giving you a small, proud smile. “You’re one of us, love,” John said quietly, his voice steady. “And as long as you’re here, you’re part of this family. We won't just let you fade into the background. That isn't fair to a dove like you.”

And looking at them now, at the love and gentleness they held for you, it wasn't hard to believe their words.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d finally found a place where you belonged.

[drysdalesworld]

work song

pairing: luke castellan x fem!nike!reader

genre: angsty, some fluff, & comfort

word count: 1.3k+

warning(s): mentions of violence, mentions of nightmares, mention of reader death in dreams, luke being sleep deprived, & kronos talking to luke

note: happy new year! here’s my new year gift for y’all <3 idk what’s up with me & always writing nike!reader fr. not set in the “the sun & it’s shadow” universe! but there are alludes to nike!reader. please ignore the many inaccuracies in this 🙏 not proofread!

Luke Castellan didn’t like going to bed.

Going to bed meant falling asleep and falling asleep meant he’d dream and dreaming meant he’d be met with images of death, revenge, destruction, and hope. He often saw the destruction of Camp Half-Blood the minute his head hit the pillow. Of Mount Olympus and the Gods. But, mostly of you.

Luke would hold your limp and cold body in his arms as he cried for you, jerking awake with gasps and tears. An aching feeling settling in his chest as he clawed at his rapidly beating heart, trying to calm himself down, gripping the sheets beneath him as he caught his breath. Nights like these always ended up with him dragging himself to cabin seventeen, crawling into your bed as you soundly slept, arms instinctively wrapping around the body of your beloved as if you knew he needed the comfort.

Those kinds of nightmares shook the Castellan boy to his core. He didn’t know why he dreamt of those kinds of things. Causing any kind of pain to you was something he’d never dream of doing, but yet his dreams were often full of it. You dying by his hand, blood staining his hands crimson.

Sleep didn’t come easy when he was alone. Haunted by the future images of destruction and loss. It was a never ending cycle that Luke Castellan could not escape. His only freedom from it was in your arms, which is a place where he found himself tonight.

Luke currently found himself sprawled across your nearly made bed, all four corners tucked tightly into the bedframe and stuffed animals piled onto the end of your bed. His calloused fingers lightly drummed against the soft material of your bed spread. He was always impatient when it came to waiting for you to return from your nightly gossip sessions in the Aphrodite cabin.

The familiar sound of cabin seventeens buzz began to quiet down as the night got later and everyone got settled for bed. Luke was the only one awake by the time every Nike child fell into a deep slumber, tossing a small stuffed teddy between his hands as he continued to wait, desperately trying to silence his racing thoughts.

It was always the same every night—lay awake, stare into the dark corner of the Hermes cabin, strain his ears for any strange sounds until he heard his voice, and try not to go mad.

He succeeded most nights. But on the nights where Luke’s strength and sanity wore thin, he crawled into the very space he’s occupying at the moment.

Luke.

The teddy bear fell limp against the boys chest as he halted his movements in tossing it.

Luke, I know you can hear me.

Eyes squeezed shut and muttering the same comforting story his Mother used to whisper to him as a child before slumber took him into their embrace.

You can fight it all you want, Luke. But we both know you’re already mine. You can’t stop fate.

The Hermes boy continued to mutter the bedtime story to himself, losing count of how many times he had to repeat it. His throat began to hurt.

It’s fate. All of it is fate. You’ll join me. She’ll die. The Gods will submit to our orders and grant you whatever you desire, Luke.

Luke’s eyes were closed so tightly that the rushing of blood in his ears began to hurt his head, tears spilling out from the corners and ran down the sides of his face.

No matter how hard you try, you’re not strong enough to save her.

“Shut. Up.” Luke whispered, hands going up to his hair, tugging the strands in frustration.

I thought you wanted this, Luke? Wanted the Gods to pay for their negligence and cruelty? To see them bow at your feet, begging for mercy?

“No,” he muttered. It’s not worth it if she dies. None of it is. He thought to himself.

Luke Castellan knew that the visions Kronos showed him in his sleep were exaggerations of what could happen. So when he started to see your death by his hands, he began to reconsider reaching out to Kronos and exact revenge on the Gods. He couldn’t live without you, as dramatic as it sounded. It was true.

The dark haired boy knew that the old Titan was going to answer, but the creaking of the cabin floors and the sound of your familiar pitter-patter is what broke the connection.

Luke bolted up, the stuffed teddy falling to the floor.

“Oh my Gods, Luke! You scared me. Why aren’t you in bed?” You whispered, hand over your chest as your heart rapidly beat against it from the unexpected fright.

Your boyfriend didn’t answer you. He instead stood up from your ruffled bedspread and gathered you into his arms, face digging into your neck as he held you tightly to his frame.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You gently asked, hands wrapping around his shoulders as your hands wandered to his dark curls.

Luke’s silence is all you needed as you hummed out an acknowledgment, fingers gently rubbing circles into his scalp. He had told you of his particular struggles after he had battled back and forth with himself for days about the wrongness of it all. You were shocked he would ever do such a thing, but you understood. You understood what he was trying to achieve, begging him to not go through with it. Being intertwined with a Titan like Kronos could not garner positive results. Luke agreed to not go further, but Kronos still lingered and until the two of you could find a way to break that connection, he would continue to whisper horrendous things into Luke’s ear.

“Let’s get you into bed, yeah?” You asked, softly pulling him away from your neck so you could get a good look at him.

He had dark circles under his eyes. His dark locks were tangled and wild. His cheeks looked sunken in a bit, a sign that he wasn’t eating or sleeping properly.

A frown etched itself onto your face, thumbs traveling to his cheeks to gently caress them. He leaned into your touch, Luke’s eyes bore into your own as the two of you stood there in complete silence and darkness.

“It’ll all be alright, okay? We’ll figure it out. We always do, Luke” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your boyfriends chin, narrowly missing his bottom lip.

Luke only meekly nodded, allowing you to guide the both of you to your bed, swiftly tugging at the tightly tucked sheets. Once the soft sheets were untucked, you crawled in first, laying yourself back first as you opened your arms for Luke to nestle himself in. And that he did.

You wrapped your arms around Luke as he brought the covers up to both of your chins, face tucked into your neck once again. He melted into your frame, body relaxing as the only thing he could hear was your heartbeat against his ear.

No words were further exchanged between the two of you. The only sound of crickets and the howling wind echoing throughout the cabin. You knew that this would be a topic for tomorrow and that the only thing that mattered in the moment was Luke getting some deserved sleep. You couldn’t fathom the kind of struggle he went through everyday and you only hoped that your presence at least eased it in some way.

Luke knew that this had to come to an end. He was tired of feeling this way and not getting a reprieve from the Titan. He needed to protect you from the influence of Kronos. No matter what it took.

Sleep finally consumed the both of you after minutes passed. You dreamt of archery and training with your siblings while Luke dreamt only of darkness and guilt.

[modawg]

it’s so sad to me that nico like never learned how much percy tried to help him yk

like percy literally rounded up his closest friends after being the only one to find out nico was the son of hades and decided to at least try to give nico a chance to live his life when the kid literally just tried to kill him, his sister just died, and through everything percy knows hates his guts - like he took all that info and decided to make a suicide pack with his closest friends in order to protect nico when giving nico the prophecy would’ve been the most logical and honestly understandable thing to do

like genuinely do ppl realise how EASY it would’ve been to just give the prophecy to nico his ONLY living relative (other than hades) just DIED they could’ve been like “listen you take this prophecy give it 6 years you’ll be dead with your sister and literally everyone else you know and you’ll be a hero for it” instead even though percy has an entire life, people who love and care for him, and a future wife infront of him he takes it upon himself to DIE in 3-4 years how fucking BONKERS is that

he also almost abandons a WHOLE OTHER QUEST putting himself and annabeth in danger just bc dumbass nico is out doing god knows what in the labyrinth and ends up getting caught (he was doing smth i’m being dramatic but still)

could you imagine being percy your going to war (and from your perspective you’re going to die in the next week or so after methodically doing everything in your power to keep this other random kid who you think hates you from suffering that fate) that kid comes up to you with a plan so you trust him just do be stabbed in the back bc that kids father wants him to be the prophecy child even tho you’ve been mentally preparing yourself to die for the past like 3 years?? id jump that kid too if he randomly came into my deep dark prison cell trying to break me out and then shun him after all that

like i read the way nico talks abt percy and he just seems bitter all the time he’s like “psh percy and his fake friendship what a dweeb can’t believe i had a crush on THAT guy🙄” like you’d be dead if it wasn’t for his friendship gay boy

i want like 5 years into the future annabeth is sitting with nico one day and is like “lol yeah i remember that one time percy made us all pinky promise to keep you safe and we all thought he was dumb bc you hated him sm but he really just wanted you to have a good life and now look at you!! :)” and nico to slow turn to her “…what”

like to this day i get that nico was mad at percy for not protecting bianca and bc of his internalized homophobia or whatever but why not hate on the actual people who sent her on that quest rather than a random kid you just met who said he’d try WHICH HE ACTUALLY DID DO and not idk literally any adult figure who sent her into the fire to begin with

i just want nico to realise that percy is simply just a boy who literally wanted nothing to do with any of this and was trying his best to free nico of that same burden sigh (;_;)

like those two are the fattest example of a miscommunication held together by misunderstood betrayal

disclaimer this is obv dramatic and the prophecy definitely doesn’t work like that but like think abt it ok

[keen-li]

Cause I'm bored duh!🌸

Synopsis: Took one fuckin' look at your face

Now I wanna know how you taste

Actin' all innocent, please

When I know you out here thinkin' 'bout it

Then you realize she's right there.

And you're at home like, "Damn, she can't compare"

Warnings: cheating jk, yn is promiscuous, jk is a simp. Yn is a maneater and boyfriend snatcher. Yn is honestly a siren that calls you in and i'd fall too. Cocky and confident reader. Jungkook is delusional if you squint. Oral sex (female recieving), public oral sex.

Jk x fem reader

A/n: idk lol

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You first noticed him when the blonde attached to his arm giggled obnoxiously. So loud you could hear it from where you were sat even through the booming music.

A little reserved but with looks that could kill. Dark hair in a center part framing his face. Tattoos crawling up his arm. Toned muscular figure probably hidden under those baggy clothes of his.

Just your type.

"He's cute don't you think?" You say to your friend next to you, just as reckless.

"He is" she eyes him as well and he doesn't notice your eyes prying cause of the distance and how his 'girlfriend' seems to call his attention. He looks annoyed with it, but you're no psychic.

"you think that's his girlfriend?" You both eye the blonde girl who doesn't notice the uneasy look on her boyfriend's(?) face caused by the over enthusiastic touches.

"I think so" she says and you smirk.

"I going to talk to him" you say determined eyes locked on him and a sly smirk plasterd along with it.

You stand off the stool you were sat on.

"What! He's got a girlfriend" she exclaims chuckling as she does.

You deadpan her. "When has that ever stopped me?" The lopsided smile that grows on your face is malicious. Your friend knows you too well and knows how this is going to end. But it's not like she's any better.

Birds of a feather flock together right?

"Oh look! He's coming to me" you say patting yourself on the back smiling at the lack of effort put in. Shit like this needs to be low effort, too much effort makes you look desperate.

You watch his figure walk, not to you but towards the bar. And when he gets there he takes a seat and orders a drink. He looks like trying to get some air away from his girlfriend. And you wouldn't blame him, she looks tiring.

With right stiletto heel first you walk to him. At first you don't speak just wait for him to get accustomed to your presence.

"...just one. " you say,with your soft voice at the bartender enormoured by you. He could barely look away from you even whilst making other drinks but especially when making yours. He tries to make a move to hold a conversation with you but you brush it away.

You've got better things to do.

"You look lonely" you state talking to the man you've had your eyes on and only staring at him through your peripheral vision.

He's confused about whether you're talking to him or not and when you turn to face him he acknowledges your question with a chuckle.

"The club isn't the place to be lonely" you say voice coy and he fully turns his body to yours whilst your body and eyes are still away from him.

"So tell me why do you look lonely?"

Maybe it was cause of your confidence or beauty and aura but he couldn't find it in himself to respond. The words stopped by his throat instead.

"I don't know maybe cause i am" he manages to say voice not as confident as yours.

"Why is that?" You turn your crossed legs to him and your shoe grazes his leg. The actions draws his eyes to your legs and they soon move up to stare at the skin showing from your dress riding up.

You watch as he eyes you and you internally smirk at how obvious and easy him and other men are. This always goes the same way.

"No girls to make your night?" you assume. "Or maybe you don't like girls" you raise a brow at him. If that was the case then your efforts would go in vain and that would make you sad. He's so cute.

"Its not that." He shakes his head a smile forming as well. "Maybe not the right one has introduced themselves." That's the only statement he says sounding a little confident and sure in himself.

You smile. He melts.

"Yn. Whats your name." You hold out your hand.

"Jungkook. " He takes it. It's weird to be shaking hands with someone in the club but you've found that even the smallest of touches can make men weak. And youre definitely sure it makes your new interest weak as fuck. "Nice to meet you yn" he holds your hand a little longer than necessary. But soon you're pulling it away and seeing the embarrassment form on his face when he realises.

"You should finish your drink so you can get on the dance floor" you say before he can get an apology out.

You stand from the stool and wait for him to follow.

And like a puppy he quickly downs his drink and follows you. You don't down your own and just leave it for the man who's been staring at your interaction to clean it up.

You walk in front of jungkook and pull his hand to the dance floor. Immediately you're in a comfortable spot on the dance floor you pull jungkook's hands to your waist and yours around his neck. He's taken by surprise but he definitely likes this. Likes how confident you are and how you take charge.

He likes how you pull him closer to you and the way your hips feel under his palms. The way you sway and the way you grind on him, your body moving with the music.

He's lost for words, lost of any thoughts, just let's your bodies move and enjoy your presence. Enjoy the way your body feels around him.

"Are you usually this shy?" You tease him for how reluctant he is to touch and hold you.

"N-no" he stutters, your face close to his. He's normally the more forward and confident but for you, he's not able to be that. You just seem to have a hold on him.

"Then show me" you move to his ear. "Take charge." You whisper by his ear, testing him.

It's like fire to gasoline and he's caught aflame.

He turns your body around so that your back is on your chest and your ass on his crotch.

"You like men who take charge?" He asks by your ear.

"Yeah i do" you whisper back with a smirk.

His hands get more comfortable on your body as they roam with the music. You grind against his crotch and he almost moans at the feeling.

Fuck.

He should be with his girlfriend and friends at the table by now, but no. He's here dancing with a woman he's just met and has him driven crazy like he's known her for forever.

Dancing with a woman like he's in his single years. Dancing with a woman so close like he's a single man. Feeling her body and taking in her scent like a single man. An erection growing for her like a single man. Kissing her neck like a single man.

For whatever reason he can't stop himself, he's enjoying this, enjoying you. And he doesn't care if his friends or girlfriend spot him from where they are sat. But they won't, too intoxicated. Plus the dance floor's filled with too many bodies.

Your bodies continue to move with the music and sink more into eachother. You take inmhis scent, thay dark masculine scent that makes you weak.

You're enjoying dancing with him and all, but you want more. Want to see what that pretty face can offer. So you turn to face him.

"There's a private bathroom up top if you wa-"

"YES" jungkook says a little too rushed causing you to smirk as you pull him to said bathroom.

As you walk he turns to look back and notice his girlfriend look around a little worried but she doesn't spot him.

"Let's be quick" jungkook says as he rushes.

"Someone's a little too eager"

He just smirks. He won't lie he is eager for such an opportunity. A chance to do whatever with such an attractive woman.

"Fuck" you groan as jungkook abruptly shuts the door and pushes you against it to connect your lips. "You're so needy and desperate." You say allowing him to kiss your neck.

You would've never thought he'd be this eager, for someone with a girlfriend too. Normally it takes more effort on your part.

The private bathroom is empty and clean, perfect place for jungkook and you.

"Are you some kind of witch?" He asks as he drinks away at your tongue. "You have me wrapped around your finger and i barely know you" you smirk into the kiss at his confession.

"I get told that alot" you feel his hands touch every part of your body. Around your thighs, around your neck, around your torso. He touches your everywhere like a needy bunny and you just chuckle.

"So you sleep around much?" He asks and you would take offence but you don't have time. And you honestly don't care.

"I try" you chuckle.

Jungkook doesn't care about that right now he just wants more of you in the little time he has before his girlfriend begins calling his phone.

"Come here" he says as he lifts you off the ground and places you on the bathroom counter.

"Fucking pretty" he says when he gets a view of your legs parted.

"Like what you see?" You ask with a smirk.

"Fucking love it " He pulls you legs wider on his shoulder and you feel the cold blow in your core.

"Dont stare too long" you sit up on your elbows and watch how enormoured he is by your pussy. Dripping and wet. And probably warm too. He wants to fucking taste you.

He feels his pocket vibrate and he groans. It's probably his girlfriend.

Instead of pulling out the device to respond he moves his lips to immediately make out with yours.

"Shit.." you moan at how intensely he drinks all your wetness.

"So fucking good" he licks another long strip. "Could eat this all day"

You feel your hole clench at his words, as it craves attention and jungkook is glad to give it some with his long digits.

"So fucking tight" he says pumping his fingers into you, his warm breath fanning your center.

This is so fucking weird some would say. But you just had to take a chance on jungkook. Cause he's in a relationship you'll probably never get to see him again. So make of it while it lasts.

"So fucking good" he continues to hum against your pussy and his moans cause vibrations to your core, adding more pleasure to the one he's already giving you.

Feels so good to have someone hungry and desperate to eat your cunt, can you really give this up?

He's so desperate and needy to please you. Make a good first impression. This could have you thinking about him even when you're with someone else. If he's so good when drunk what more when he's sober.

This is a one time thing no need to think too much into the future.

Jungkook feels his phone vibrate once more then twice and he knows time is running out. Soon she'll be calling.

"So fucking pretty even when eating me out" you say as you pull his hair out of his face to get a view of him.

He smiles against your pussy as he feels another vibration in his pocket and groans in frustration.

In a plea to get you to come quickly, he licks on your clit for more stimulation. Tongue gripping at it.

You gasp for air when you feel him suck on your bud. Tongue lingering long on it.

With his tongue sucking your clit and fingers pumping into you you can feel your walls clench and that intense feeling approach.

"Do you think you can come for me baby?" He asks and you nod. You laugh at how he just throws out the pet name, do you have him that wrapped.

Jungkook's never done this before, and he's never thought he'd do it. But damn it feels good. You feel so good . How your warm walls pull him in makes him want to stay in forever.

He quickens his pace and you cry out in pleasure.

"Jungkook...." you call out his name and he wishes he could hear more of it but time isn't on his side.

"Come for me baby" is what he says before you're tipping over the edge and coming all over his tongue and leaving it for him to clean up.

Why the fuck did you let some dude tell you what to do.

Once you're down from your high you come to your senses.

You straighten your dress back down to it's mini level as you watch jungkook pull out his phone to reply to a text. The boner from eating you out prominent and your mouth waters. Fucking hell, why do you want to suck his dick. You got what you wanted now forget it.

"I have to go" He says even though he doesn't want to go. "It was nice talking to you yn"

He says shy smile on display for you.

You want to walk out but then he calls out for you in a hurry. He doesn't want you to get way, this moment was too short and it has him dreaming of longer and more sober nights, where you can enjoy yourselves. Where he can drink more of you. Where maybe he can feel more of you.

So little of you has ruined so much of him. And he wants you to ruin more of him.

"Can i- can I get your number?" He pouts and shows his phone to you. You eyes land in his home screen. And a picture of him and the blonde.

You smirk.

"No"

[aesthetically-dying101]

Take me back, to the night we met. (part2)

A/N: see i'm being nice, also i was soooo tempted to say "his pale blue orbs" (iykyk)

Part 1.

Warnings: idk yall, so parental grief as a warning, gojo cries, reader cries, everyone cries, get ur tissues, happy ending cause im not evil cmon. in my world everyone gets to live happily ever after (usually)

Other warnings: use of y/n a couple times, no description of her but her family is japanese/chinese so ye

The world came back to you slowly, in fragments, like shards of glass scattered across a floor.

Pain was the first thing you felt—sharp, burning, relentless.

Fuck no, kill me. Was the first thing you thought.

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled your lungs as you tried to take a breath, but even that felt like dragging broken glass through your chest.

You didn’t remember much at first. Just flashes. The curse’s jagged grin, the way it loomed over you, its claws slicing through the air. The rubble that rained down like a death sentence, smashing into your hastily raised shields. The screams of the students as you ordered them to run.

And then... light. A blinding, all-consuming light as your cursed energy poured out of you like an ocean breaking its dam. You’d reached deeper than you ever thought possible, past the point of safety, past the point of reason. You hadn’t defeated the curse—you’d annihilated it.

And nearly yourself in the process.

*-*

When you opened your eyes, weeks had passed. The nurses told you the story in hesitant, careful tones. How some civilians had found you among the ruins, barely clinging to life, your body broken and your cursed energy flickering like the dying embers of a fire.

How you’d been brought to this remote hospital, far from Jujutsu High, far from the field, far from him.

They didn’t ask questions. Maybe they were too polite. Maybe they didn’t want to know why someone like you—someone with scars like these, with the shadow of battle etched into their very bones—had ended up here.

*-*

Your recovery was gruelling. Days blurred together in a haze of physical therapy and quiet despair. Every movement hurt. Every step felt like climbing a mountain with weights tied to your limbs. And your cursed energy...

It was barely there.

Once, it had flowed through you like a river, steady and reliable. Now, it was a faint trickle, a distant echo of what it used to be. You could still sense it, still touch it, but it was like trying to grasp smoke.

You assumed it might come back with time. Or it might not.

And somewhere along the way, you stopped caring.

The nightmares started a week after you were able to walk again. In them, the cursed spirit’s grotesque face twisted into something cruel and familiar. It taunted you, sneering about your weakness, your failures.

You would wake up drenched in sweat, the hospital walls too white, too clean, too suffocating. And always, always, there was the gnawing thought in the back of your mind: I can’t go back.

You thought of the world you’d left behind.

The missions.

The sorcerers who had been your comrades.

Gojo.

Your heart twisted painfully at the thought of him. You could imagine the look on his face if he knew you were alive—the sharp relief that would fade into anger, into questions you couldn’t bear to answer.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

The shame was.

You were ashamed of your exhaustion, of your inability to pick yourself up and step back into the field. You were ashamed of the scars that lined your body now, the ones you couldn’t bring yourself to look at in the mirror. You were ashamed of the way your cursed energy had flickered out in that final moment, leaving you drained and broken.

And most of all, you were ashamed that you didn’t want to go back.

*-*

You needed to breathe.

It wasn’t an easy decision. Every part of you screamed that it was wrong, that you were a coward, that you were running away. But you silenced that voice with a quiet conviction you hadn’t felt in weeks.

“I need this,” you whispered into the dark, the words trembling on your lips like a fragile promise.

You didn’t tell the nurses. You didn’t tell the doctors. And you certainly didn’t tell anyone at Jujutsu High- you were sure that by now, they had held a memorial, the usual small ones for the fallen teachers.

You slipped away quietly one morning, the hospital still and silent around you.

*-*

The flight from Japan to China felt like a blur, a series of restless hours spent in airports, trains, and buses. You didn’t remember much of it—the thought of what lay ahead too heavy, too suffocating to let your mind wander.

The truth was, you weren’t sure what you expected when you returned home, but standing at the door of your parents�� house, key in hand, you realized you hadn’t prepared yourself for the flood of emotions that would rush over you.

This was the home you’d left behind.

The home where you were once a daughter, and now, a ghost.

You opened the door.

The smell of jasmine and rice, the soft, comforting scent of home, filled your senses. But the warmth of the house felt like a strange comfort and a cruel reminder all at once.

You stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The walls, the furnishings—they were all exactly how you remembered them. There were the framed photos of your childhood scattered around, family photos, those little details that made it yours.

You walked in quietly, not wanting to alert them, but the moment you stepped into the hallway, you saw it.

The altar.

It was exactly as you remembered.

Your father’s Shinto shrine beside your mother’s Chinese Buddha, their two worlds converging in one space. On top of it, as always, was the incense they burned daily, a delicate dance of cultures, of prayers for peace, for protection.

But what caught your eye wasn’t the shrine. It was a single photograph that sat in the center.

The last picture you had ever sent them.

You were grinning, holding up a thumbs-up with your usual mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

You had sent it just before the mission. The one where you had disappeared.

The sound of soft footsteps echoed from the kitchen, and you didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Your mother’s voice—always so soothing, even in moments of chaos—called out from behind you, filled with disbelief.

“Y/n?”

Your mother’s gaze locked onto you with a kind of stunned awe, her hand instinctively rising to her mouth as though she were afraid you would vanish into the air at any moment. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, it felt as though the world had stopped spinning.

“I... I’m home, Mama.” You barely managed to speak through the lump in your throat. Your voice was hoarse, broken by the weight of your absence.

Your mother’s face crumpled. She collapsed into you, pulling you into an embrace so fierce it almost knocked the air from your lungs.

Her hands trembled as she cupped your face, her fingers running over your features as if to make sure you were real, to make sure you weren’t some illusion.

“I thought… I thought I lost you,” she whispered, her voice fragile. “I thought… you were gone. Forever. They said you were dead, Y/n. Jujutsu High said you were…Oh my baby.."

The guilt, the crushing weight of it, settled in your chest as you hugged her back, feeling the tears burn in your eyes. She had believed you were gone. Gone. It was an unbearable thought.

“I’m so sorry, Mama. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted…” Your voice cracked, and for the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to break. You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

But your mother only held you tighter, her sobs muffled against your shoulder. “You’re here now. You’re here.”

Then, you heard him. Your father’s heavy footsteps behind you, and before you could turn around, you felt his hands on your shoulders, strong and familiar. His touch was always firm, but this time, it felt different—like he was afraid if he let go, you might slip through his fingers again.

His voice was low and tight with emotion, his words nearly lost as they stumbled from his lips. “You’re alive.”

The tears were evident in his eyes too. He held you, not with the stoic detachment you had come to expect from him, but with a tenderness that felt foreign. He was broken. The stern, steady father who had raised you—now crumbled in the face of your return.

“You’re alive,” he repeated, voice cracking as he held you in a vice grip, as if he could will you to stay by the sheer force of his embrace.

You buried your face into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your ear. The warmth of both of them was like a balm to your soul, and you let yourself melt into their touch, letting the grief you had held in for so long break free.

"I just... I need time," you whispered, the words like a confession, raw and vulnerable.

Your father nodded, a quiet understanding in his eyes. "Take it," he said. "Take all the time you need."

You couldn’t explain the emotions that were rushing through you—guilt, relief, shame, sorrow. But there, in their arms, you felt something you hadn’t in a long time.

Home.

*-*

Slowly, you could feel it coming back, the familiar rush of power that had once been a constant hum beneath your ribs.

It felt strange, though, as if it belonged to someone else. Your body had been battered, your spirit cracked, but there was a glimmer of what you had once been, barely visible, but alive.

Your mother, who certainly wasn't going to let you go back to the Jujutsu world so soon, saw it too. The flicker of your cursed energy trying to rise again—and she stepped forward one evening, her voice soft yet firm, as you sat on the couch of the living room.

"Put it in your bones, not in your muscles," she instructed, her hands moving in slow, deliberate gestures, guiding you through the motions. "Let it go deeper. Let it be buried in your core, in your marrow. You are not a sorcerer here. You are simply a person."

The words felt foreign, alien even.

It was like learning to breathe again after having forgotten how for so long. But you trusted her-more than you trusted anyone else. So, you closed your eyes, and you listened.

It took time—longer than you expected—but slowly, you began to learn how to keep the energy within you, hidden and still. It wasn’t control, not in the way you had known it as a sorcerer—it was suppression, a delicate balance between strength and restraint.

Your mother never rushed you. She simply allowed you to feel it, and when it felt right, she would teach you to carry it in silence, as if it were a secret you had to keep from the world.

Honestly if she could've, your mother would've locked you in the basement and never let you leave.

*-*

But even as you learned to control your energy, there was still the need to remember who you were, what you could do.

So, your father—always the more stoic and methodical of the two—began training with you again.

One evening, as the sky turned to shades of deep purple, he set up a series of practice obstacles for you—wooden dummies, thick, metal poles, anything he could find to simulate an opponent’s strikes.

He was preparing you, not just to defend, but to destroy.

"Use your shields like walls," he said, his voice rough from years of experience. "When they strike, let the energy build up, compress it—like a barrier, like a wall you can collapse when they push too hard. Your energy becomes the force that crushes them. You let the pressure build and then release it. You can stop them, but you must be ready to break them."

The old techniques were family traditions passed down through the generations—defensive strategies and energy manipulation that had always been part of your bloodline.

They weren’t flashy or elegant. But they were effective.

These were the same techniques your father had used in his youth, and they had kept him alive all these years.

You took your stance, focusing on your father’s instructions, trying to suppress the weariness in your limbs. But as he threw another punch toward you, you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips.

"Ah, so... like a garbage compactor?" you joked, using the energy to deflect his strike and feeling the air shift with the pressure you’d created.

Your father paused for a moment, his gaze softening just the slightest bit. It was a brief moment of warmth, an unspoken understanding passing between the two of you.

"Exactly," he said, his voice tinged with something resembling a smile. "You make them feel like they’re trapped, and then you crush them with their own force. Remember, defence is never passive. It’s active. You control it."

You met his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of his words sink into you. You could feel your strength returning, little by little, in each movement, each carefully calculated strike. You weren’t the same person you had been before the mission, but you were starting to find pieces of yourself again.

Your mother, watching from the doorway, smiled faintly at the two of you. There was something reassuring in the way your father pushed you, the way your mother held your energy back, the way both of them protected you, even now, from the world outside.

And though they tried to hide their relief, you could see it in the way they watched you, the small glances shared between them that told you more than words could.

You were still their daughter. You were still here. You were still you.

*-*

But the deeper you dove into the training, the further away you seemed to drift from the life you had left behind. You couldn’t bring yourself to think about Japan, about Jujutsu High, about him.

Gojo. The name clung to you like a shadow, but you pushed it away.

You had to.

You weren’t ready to face the world of sorcerers again—not yet.

Not until you were sure you could stand on your own two feet again.

*-*

Late at night, when the Jujutsu Society had gone quiet, and the weight of the world fell into silence, Gojo would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open in the dark. His thoughts were consumed by you—the way your eyes had looked as he walked away, the way you had begged him to stay.

"I know the risks, Satoru... I chose to be with you."

His chest tightened at the memory of your voice, full of desperation, of love.

"It’s not fair to you."

It felt like an eternity since he’d said it, but it still reverberated in his mind, louder than anything else. What had he been thinking? How could he have let you go so easily, knowing the danger you’d be in without him by your side?

The feeling of guilt had become his constant companion, suffocating him in every waking moment.

Gojo, the indomitable Satoru Gojo, was broken. He was so fucking broken. He had no one to blame but himself. And though he threw himself into his work, it did nothing to erase the gnawing void in his chest. He had lost you, and there was no mission, no fight that could fill the emptiness.

*-*

It didn’t go unnoticed by the higher-ups, of course.

They saw his decline, his increasing instability, and while they had long maintained their tight grip on him, the signs were clear. He was breaking.

A call came one evening, and after an awkward exchange between the elders, the verdict was delivered: Gojo was granted a two-day vacation. Not for rest, not for healing, but because they were afraid of what he might do if he didn’t have some time away from the endless grind of missions and expectations.

They didn’t understand. No one did. But they saw the way his eyes were sunken now, the way he seemed to float through life like a shell of his former self.

They saw the way his typically composed demeanor was cracking, how his silence spoke louder than his words.

They saw how each mission report came back with more erratic behavior, how he couldn’t hide the trembling in his hands, the edge in his voice.

So, they gave him the time.

Two days. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Gojo didn't know what to do with the time, anyway. He couldn't sit still.

He couldn't forget.

On the first night of his forced break, Gojo found himself on the roof of his apartment, his legs dangling over the edge as he stared at the sky. The city lights below flickered in a blur of color, but his eyes were drawn to the stars, cold and distant above him.

He had always been able to see the stars, but now, they felt so... unreachable. Like they didn’t matter. He didn’t matter. You didn’t matter to him anymore, not the way you used to.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...

The words broke through his thoughts again, like shards of glass. His voice trembled as he whispered them into the wind, as if hoping the wind would carry his apologies to wherever you were in the afterlife.

He didn't know what he was looking for—maybe for you to show up, to tell him that it was all just a bad dream, that he could go back and undo the damage he’d done.

But it was just him, alone with his thoughts and the weight of his guilt.

And that, it seemed, was the price he had to pay for pushing you away.

*-*

It had been ten months.

Ten long months of silence and silence only.

Gojo had sunk deeper into his own mind, his own torment. From time to time he had dared to hope, and used his Six Eyes to try and see your cursed energy but of course.. you were nowhere to be found.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop remembering how his decision had left you behind, and now, with every mission he completed, every battle he fought, he only had one thought swirling in his mind: What if? What if he had stayed? What if he had told you the truth? What if he hadn’t pushed you away?

He had gone mad with it. And now, here he was, on the brink of losing his mind completely.

You had come to terms with your survival—not just physically, but mentally. Your cursed energy was returning, not in the explosive way it once had, but in a steadier, more controlled manner.

You had buried the past with your parents, but now, you were ready to return—if only a little.

You had no intention of jumping back into the field just yet, but the thought of working with younger sorcerers, training them, teaching them to survive the same horrors you had faced, felt right. It was your way of making amends—for yourself and for the ones who had been left behind, for the world that had once held you in its grasp.

*-*

You hadn't even contacted Gojo, or anyone for that matter. You had let the heads of Jujutsu High know, just a day before, that you were back. They knew the significance of your return, and the turmoil it would stir in the heart of the man who had been torn apart by your 'departure'death'. But they had no idea how to break the news to him.

They didn’t know how to tell him that the woman he had thought lost was standing right in front of them, stronger and colder than before.

*-*

The first day of your return was filled with awkward tension. No one knew how to handle it—how to explain the impossible. You were supposed to be dead. The idea that you were alive, walking and breathing, was too surreal to comprehend. They hadn’t told Gojo. They didn’t know how to.

But Gojo would find out soon enough.

Gojo was walking down the hallway when he noticed a commotion. His eyes narrowed as he watched a younger sorcerer take down a photo from the wall—the picture of all the fallen sorcerers, the ones who had died in duty, the ones who’d sacrificed everything. You had been one of them.

He felt his heart twist as he watched the sorcerer fumble with the picture, about to put it away, probably in a storage room where no one would ever have to look at it again.

Without thinking, Gojo moved forward. His face flushed with anger, a violent flash in his chest.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he snapped, his voice a growl.

The young sorcerer froze, startled. “I—I was just… it needs to be archived—”

“No. Leave it. Right. There,” Gojo said, his voice low and furious, eyes blazing with the intensity of his power. “You don’t touch the dead. Not like that.”

He stepped forward, ready to demand more, but the young sorcerer’s hands had already recoiled in fear-but there was confusion in his eyes.

He looked over Gojo’s shoulder, and suddenly, there was a sharp burst of sound from down the hall.

Gojo turned just as Shoko came sprinting down the stairs, moving with an unusual urgency.

Shoko. Running? This was bizarre. She never ran. Especially not in heels.

She passed Gojo without a word, her expression focused, tense, and she shot him a glance that he couldn’t read. But the panic in her eyes was unmistakable. She wasn’t just running; she was rushing somewhere—away from something.

Toward something.

Gojo’s instincts screamed at him.

A strange, sickening nostalgia hit him, a memory of when you and Shoko had been inseparable. Back when you were both alive, back before everything went to shit. He remembered you two laughing together, sparring, talking late into the night about everything and nothing.

He didn’t know why, but the sight of Shoko in such a state made his chest tighten painfully. He was unsure of what was happening, but something told him that the news wasn’t going to be good.

Not after everything.

*-*

He was walking down the hall, trying to shake off the strange heaviness in his chest. The building felt different. The air was wrong. His footsteps echoed a little too loudly, like a constant reminder of how much he had lost.

And then, just as he passed the training grounds, he saw her.

At first, his brain didn’t register it.

His body was already reacting—a curse—it had to be.

She stood there, talking to Shoko, like she belonged. His mind screamed at him that this couldn’t be possible. That this wasn’t real. That the girl standing in front of him, the one who looked so... alive, couldn’t be the same person who was supposed to be dead.

It was you.

You.

Alive.

For a split second, he couldn’t breathe. You were standing there, casually talking to Shoko, gesturing with your hands as if explaining something. The light hit your hair just right, and for a fleeting, terrible moment, he thought he was hallucinating.

And then, instinct kicked in.

His cursed energy flared dangerously, his hand twitching toward the edge of creation. His mind screamed one thing:

This isn’t real. It’s a curse. It’s wearing her face.

“Shoko,” his voice was low, deadly, the kind of tone that made even the strongest sorcerers hesitate. “Get. Away. From. It.”

Shoko blinked at him, confused, then horrified as she realized what he was about to do.

“Satoru, wait—”

“Don’t.” He stepped closer, his blindfold catching the light, hiding the searing rage in his eyes. “I don’t know how you got her face,” he snarled, his cursed energy spiraling around him like a storm, “but this ends now.”

Your heart jumped into your throat. You had expected this reunion to be awkward, maybe emotional, but not this.

(Dying because of him after all this would be the most ironic thing in the world.)

Instinctively, you raised your hands, activating your defense technique. A shimmering barrier formed around you, the culmination of years of training, of desperation to survive.

It wouldn’t do much against him, you knew that, but your body moved on its own.

“Satoru!” you shouted, your voice cutting through the air. “The fuck is wrong with you?!"

He froze, his energy wavering, but the rage in his stance didn’t falter.

“Nice try,” he hissed, taking another step closer. “You’re not her. You’re a curse wearing her skin, and I’m going to make sure you don’t take another step.”

“Are you insane?” you snapped, your barrier flaring brighter as his energy bore down on you. “I’m not a curse, you idiot! Put your stupid technique away before you blow up half the school!”

The sheer audacity of your tone made him pause. His head tilted slightly, the storm around him ebbing for a moment.

“You think I’m just going to believe that? That you’re suddenly alive, here, after a year?”

“Yes!” you yelled, exasperation lacing your voice. “Because I am alive, you dense, blindfolded moron! And you’d know that if you weren’t so busy trying to obliterate me!”

Shoko, still standing off to the side, groaned loudly. “For the love of God, Gojo, she’s real! She’s alive! Stop acting like a lunatic!”

Gojo turned to her, disbelief etched into every line of his face. “And you’re just... taking its word for it? You’re a doctor, Shoko! You should know better than to fall for—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Satoru!” you interrupted, stepping forward despite the suffocating pressure of his energy. “Look at me! Use those stupid Six Eyes of yours and look at me!”

For once you had let your jujutsu out, he would be able to see you. If he looked.

He hesitated. His fingers twitched, his energy wavering again. Slowly, cautiously, he peeled back the layers of his perception, focusing on you. What he saw made his breath hitch.

Scars. Faint traces of cursed energy buried deep within you, almost imperceptible. Pain, survival, and—most importantly—you.

It was you.

His knees nearly gave out. The rage, the disbelief, the grief he’d been carrying for months—all of it collapsed under the weight of the truth.

“It’s... you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “It’s really you.”

You lowered your barrier, but your fists remained clenched.

“Yes, it’s me. And you were about two seconds away from turning me into a smear on the ground.”

His shock melted into something raw and broken, and then—anger. “You left me,” he said, his voice rising. “You let me think you were dead. Do you know what that did to me?”

Your eyes flashed. “I left you? You broke up with me! You threw me away like I was nothing, and then I almost died a day later!”

“I broke up with you to protect you! To keep you safe! And you still—” He cut himself off, his hands shaking as he pointed at you. “You still went on that mission! Alone! You didn’t even—”

“I didn’t have a choice, Satoru!” you shouted back, tears stinging your eyes. “It was my job, my life. And guess what? I survived! I dragged myself back from the brink, but I couldn’t face you. Not after what you did.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping into something dangerously soft. “So instead, you let me think you were dead. For a year. Do you know how many nights I stayed up thinking about you? Wondering if I could’ve saved you? If I could’ve stopped it?”

“Do you know how many nights I stayed up hating you for leaving me?” you shot back, your voice cracking. “For making me feel like I wasn’t enough? Like I wasn’t worth fighting for?”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. For the first time in his life, Satoru Gojo was utterly at a loss.

You took a shaky breath, wiping at your eyes. “I didn’t come back to fight with you, Gojo. I came back because... I finally found myself again. And I’m not going to let you ruin that.”

He stared at you, his hands trembling at his sides. “You think I wanted to ruin you? You think I wanted any of this?”

"I... listen. I'm sorry. I should've told you. I.. apologies." You whispered.

Then, suddenly, he moved. In one swift motion, he closed the distance between you and pulled you into a kiss. It was desperate, raw, full of all the things he couldn’t say—I’m sorry. I missed you. I love you.

You froze for a moment before your hands found their way to his chest, clutching his shirt as you kissed him back. The anger, the pain, the confusion—it all melted away, leaving nothing but the undeniable truth of what you felt for each other.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing ragged.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Don’t ever leave me like that.”

Your eyes softened, your hands still clutching his shirt. “Then don’t push me away again.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Deal.”

The next kiss was very sad and pathetic.. and salty.

Damn tears.

A/N: alr so uuummm i hope this is even half decent, im not exactly a fan of the ending, so i might revise it later, im unsure

:)

[luffyvace]

omg i literally love ur blog can i just have luffy zoro and ace x male amab reader hcs like just do whatever u want

Thank you lots dear!! I’m so happy to hear you appreciate my work!! 💞

Just as you requested~…

Luffy!! 🏴‍☠️⚓️

Luffy is the main one who doesn’t care abt gender. No. He’s the KING. (The pirate king 😉) so its pretty much just gonna sound like I’m writing regular hcs for him but keep in mind it’s amab <3

i might end up mentioning it once or twice tho idk

but let me say this, if you change your gender he’s gonna get it right? “Oh so you’re a girl now?” (Example) But this dude cannot comprehend the more “complex” umbrellas of sexuality and romantic attractions. “You’re non-binary..? What’s that? /… / ohhh so your basically neither? Oh okay! what does that do?”

HELP 😂😅

At the end of the day just say you’re like Bon-Chan and he’ll figure out it’s something like that! I mean Bon Clay himself said he borders along genders and Luffy had absolutelyyyy……...no reaction! 😲👏👏👏

so overall it’s kinda the same with you 😅

not in a mean way ofc!! If you didn’t come out before you met the strawhats and you finally do, all you have to do is explain it takes a lot of courage and effort to come out sometimes, and he’ll be more than happy to party and celebrate with you! ☺️💖

It’s practically canon that Luffy drags you everywhere. Like it’s just inevitable accept your fate 🙏

Luffy shows affection of all sorts! The main being hugs, quality time and occasional gifts <3

You’re the main one who has to answer Luffy’s weird and random (-sometimes dumb) questions! 😆👏👏👏

“If frogs can breathe in the water AND air can they breathe in the ground too??? what about in mud?! 😆”

“If I taped a banana peel back together do you think a monkey would get confused when there’s no banana in it? Shishishishishi!! I’m gonna go try it out!” 🏃

“If you slide down a rainbow will your butt be rainbow or would you just erase the rainbow?”

Luffy takes you on adventures no matter how dangerous it is 🤪

Luffy really is trying to be thoughtful when he does things for you. He just ends up messing around and, well- messing things up! Like how he tried to bake you a cake in the middle of the night since Sanjiwould never let him in the day! 😊 (The kitchen almost burned down. Franky had to repair it 😬)

Luffy was banned from a number of things after that but he did make you a mud pie! He used to make them all the time when he was younger and he figured you’d like one! Here ya go! 😃👍

Luffy and you barely have and slow and relaxing moments but when you do it’s very comforting. Usually in the middle of the night during a rare occasion that Luffy ate enough so he doesn’t get up for snacks or adventure

but you get up, and you see how calm and peaceful he looks while sleeping. You lovingly observe his face for a bit before going back to sleep <3

Luffy always has to have you around when he eats. if your far away and he sees you, he pulls you close with his stretchy limbs. even if you are close he’ll basically have you in a literal choke hold as he balloons from overeating 😅😭

he burps, laughs, kisses you on the temple and keeps eating. In that order. 💕

Luffy will obv still eat if your not around but as soon as your in sight he’s pulling you over

It’s the best feeling ever to be surrounded by both food and YOU!! Double whammy! 🤪🙏

Zoro!! ⚔️🗡️

Zoro isn’t really all that much softer or tougher based off gender other than him going easy on women

so your relationship is pretty laid back unless your very loud with your affections

he’s very casual and shows his love subconsciously in little ways. He’s not insecure so he doesn’t feel the need to go out of his way and show it, he just thinks it’s an automatic thing you both know is there.

Which, it should be right? Otherwise why would you have accepted his confession?

And since this is amab he’d be pretty down if you changed from your original gender

doesn’t make or break anything for him 👌

The number one thing he cares about in a relationship is loyalty tbh. Like it’s so obvious that it’s important to him by the way he’s so loyal to Luffy.

on that note he’s just as loyal to you as he is to Luffy so rest assured 👍

his no. 1 love language is quality time bc it’s really causal and not lovey dovey n stuff yk? You could even do it in public and no one would question! It’s not embarrassing at all and is a normal thing to do, so it’s perfect in this relationship!

Actually finds cuddles rather enjoyable but like idk how to explain it? Not in a cuddle way?? (Then how brook 🗿) IDK!! 😭🗣️

no but fr tho (😭) he wouldn’t mind if you just so happened to get tangled up with him while sleeping yk? It’s just kinda warm (not that he would ever have problems with being cold from all that muscle and previous training while frigid 🗿) and I have a feeling he would like skin to skin contact- only when your relaxing tho

the only gifts you really ever bring him is new swords and beer 🍻 cuz what else is going through his head? 🤷‍♀️

wont force you to train with him but kinda will 😲

like you just have to! How else are you gonna get stronger? 🤨

at the least he don’t gotta worry abt Sanji swooning over you cuz the crew obv know you were born a man! y’all are super close! That way sanji won’t be attracted to you (not in a bad way like the okama/island of women situation- 😀 your relationship with Sanji is more like chopper/luffy/usopp depending on your personality)

Another thing Zoro does is seek you out. Which is ironic cuz he’s always getting lost.

you either gotta keep him close, go with him or wait til you meet up later 💃

if you’ve been together a while he’s grateful when you clean his swords for him. He always makes sure to keep up with they’re hygiene (better than his own) but when you happen to beat him to it he feels a sense of pride?

I guess maybe cuz it’s like “hmph! 😼 my s/o is cleaning my swords for me”

Ace!! 🔥❤️‍🔥

Ace is the most aware ? (Idk how to word it) If you change your gender. He knows all the terms n such, mostly cuz I feel like out of ALL THOSE DARN PIRATES- you mean to tell me not ONE of them is QUEER?! 🤨😐 I DONT THINK SOOOOO 🗣️🗣️

he’s very supportive and anyone who doesn’t want to be turned into pot roast better be too! ☺️

I hc him as Bi but if your something other than a man or woman you just broke the scale cuz your mans no longer cares 🤷‍♀️

he doesn’t date for gender anyway, he dates for genuine love ❤️

especially since he was deprived of it til his brothers & WBP (before then was too unstable)

also! I said “date” but tbh I don’t think he dated anyone before you soooo :T

tbh idk if Marco knows how to do top/bottom surgery but if he doesn’t Ace will def help you find someone who does‼️

you could probably even ask around on the ship to see who others got they’re surgeries from!! <3

btw if your not trans that’s just fine too 😊

like I said it’s not about gender its about YOU.

cuz hot dang. 😜

GET IT? HOT DANG?! (LOLL it was funnyyyy cmon guys laugh 😭)

fine back to your hcs 🙁

Ace isn’t necessarily clingy he just likes to be around you. He loves the natural love he feels when he’s around you. He could spend all day doing absolutely nothing with you and he would be 100% fulfilled.

wym you wasted today lazying around?! Today was a great day!! 😁

Ace’s main love languages are acts of service and quality time. He’ll do any thing reasonable (and probably unreasonable too) that you ask of him!

whenever one of the WBP are looking for one of you they either ask the opposite of who they’re looking for, bc you always know where the other is- OR try and find both of you cuz your always together 😂💞

Ace loves making you laugh, he thinks it’s such a wonderful melody. Not even in a cheesy way, it just makes him happy the same way hearing your fav character’s laugh makes you happy!

He tickles you randomly and you have all our tickle wars. So unless you’re looking for it to go on for the next 2 days (or longer) til one of you end it by calling uncle, prepare to be laughing a wholeeee lot! 🤗

Ace always seems to be smiling around you. Technically he’s always smiling, but you hardly catch him with even a straight face when your in his perimeter

He yaps abt you to EVERYONE. They’re not sick of him tho cuz your awesome and he’s great at storytelling + he never says the same thing twice but BRO-

anytime he makes a new friend, they’re practically YOUR new friend too by the time you meet them bc they already love you from hearing all sorts of stories abt you!! 🤗💝

he does this with both you and Luffy :)

Ace has a tendency to forget things so he writes down any important dates you tell him about on his calendar and starts planning ahead of time for them.

happy or sad! He has your birthday and anniversary memorized, but if something traumatic happened around a certain time and he knows you’ll feel sad on that day (a parental death, for example) then he plans something to keep you distracted, happy or even something to help you feel better! Helping start to heal from it ❤️‍🩹 yk? Something that may bring you peace and put you at ease 💖

Ace feels whatever you feel, but tweaked a bit. If you’re feeling sad he’s angry at whatever makes you sad. If you’re happy he’s ecstatic! If your angry he’s livid, if your disgusted- well, in this case he might find it funny 😂🤦‍♀️

I don’t think he’d be disgusted of very many things so he doesn’t exactly feel you on that one- But!! You get the point! 💓

Ace loves going on adventures with you and causing chaos. Bothering Marco, Izo, Jozu, thatch, Vista and even Whitebeard- LOL 😃

bro is the fearless one 🗿

it’s nothing that would get them seriously angry ofc but he would love if you joined him on his antics

just don’t pin it against him. You WILL start a war. I hope your not stubborn bc unless you admit you were wrong and do what he wants for a whole day to make up for it- it’ll never end 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

he gets you when you least expect it. Still harmless, ofc, you’re his fav!! 😊 (⬇️)

BUT THIS MEANS WAAAR!! 👹

Your so real for requesting these 3 together

AND I GOT LUFFY ZORO AND ACE I CALL THEM THE TRIPLE THREAT‼️🗣️

If ykyk..

[northlt03]

Rick is known to mirror myths a lot (Silena-Clarisse and Patroclus-Achilles, Polyphemus' cave, Hercules' labors, etc) He could and SHOULD have mirrored the Trojan war in HOO.

Let me set the scene. Gaea doesn't pop up until the last couple books. It's easy to be scared of something that is mentioned but not seen, which in my opinion, is why Gaea in the HOO books just wasn't scary enough.

So the antagonists in the first few books are the Giants working under Gaea's orders. Percy is kidnapped by them and given to the Romans in the hope that the Greeks and the Romans will go batshit crazy in a fight and forget all about the prophecy of the seven and destroying Gaea or whatever.

Camp Halfblood is fully ready for war. As soon as they find out (through an oracle or smth idk) that the Romans exist and they have Percy, not even Chiron can stop them. Percy is the hero of the Battle of Manhattan, of course, and the hero mentioned in the last great prophecy. He's like their modern Aristos Achaion.

Meanwhile, the Romans have no clue what's going on. There's this guy he's funny, he has no memories, he just shows up at their wolf goddess and trains and gets sent to them. Cool.

Juno can't stand to see New Rome be attacked. Whether or not they would win is a whole different story. So she plucks Jason from CJ and brings them to the Greeks just for some sort of a balance.

This mirrors the Trojan war in the sense that Troy was a fortified city, so is New Rome with tons of forts and walls. Aeneas' lineage went on to be Remus and Romulus, the founders of Rome. And Helen of Troy was stolen from the Greeks.

Anyway so there's that conflict, but at the same time Camp Halfblood is getting ready to attack, Jason, Piper and Leo get sent on a quest to rescue Hera who has been captured by Porphyrion and Enceladus.

On the way, Jason starts to regain his memory a little bit, though he doesn't know everything yet. He's still super conflicted with everything. A pretty girl thinks they were dating, Leo says they were best friends, Annabeth says the Romans are enemies. But whom should he really believe?

Piper's whole arc through the first book could be about how she's the daughter of the goddess of beauty, she wrongly assumes her fake crush on Jason was her mom's fault. And she's learned so much bad stuff about her mom from myths, she outright rejects feminity and anything remotely girly at first but then slowly she gets to know Aphrodite isn't as bad as some myths make her out to be. Bonding and shit bc why should Poseidon be the only present godly parent?

Leo, meanwhile, has no idea he can essentially fire bend in the first book. His arc could be about discovering his mother's death was his fault, slightly and coming to terms with it with the help of his friends.

Reyna on the Roman's side is freaking out bc Octavian wants to go to war with the Greeks who are close to attacking them, there's a strange dude who keeps trying to pick fights with gods, a horse girl and not to mention monsters won't fucking DIE.

SON trio go on their quest to Alaska to kill Alcyoneus/ release Thanatos and things are getting clearer to them as well. Just when the Greeks are about to attack on CJ, Polybotes and the monsters attack as well. Somehow, both sides end up fighting the monsters together.

They're not friends, but they're not enemies either, bc Percy is reunited with his gf and Jason is returned to his home.

The Roman senate and the Greeks somehow come to the same conclusions- that a quest needs to go to their ancient lands. Over the next few months the work of the Argo II commences.

Things seem smooth for a while. But Gaea grows restless. She poisons Octavian and manipulates him through dreams and stuff like Kronos did to Luke. As is the nature of most Roman emperors, Octavian overthrows Reyna and declares himself the leader of New Rome like his namesake Octavius Caesar. (HAHA! HISTORY PARALLEL BITCHES)

This puts the actual quest on hold bc the seven now need to find the Athena Parthenos to bring together the Greeks and the Romans and to stop Octavian's plan of trying to fuck as much shit up as possible.

Reyna, Nico and say idk, Grover, are the ones to deviate from the quest and bring the statue to USA again. But the Seven are still very much in Europe after rescuing Nico.

Percy and Annabeth fall into Tartarus which helps close the Doors of Death, except this time since Nico isn't there, Hazel has to take on control over ghosts and the dead in the House of Hades and leading up to it. The powers of mist, in my opinion, should have gone to Piper since charmspeaking is a lot like bending the mist verbally.

Piper's arc through the third and fourth book is starting to discover herself and with the help of her mother, figuring out she doesn't like Jason romantically like she thought she did.

Hazel's arc is gaining control over what she once was (dead). She's jealous her dad was there more for Nico than her, but she pushes past it and never lets her anger and grudges get the better of her which is like breaking boundaries for children of Hades/Pluto.

Frank's arc in HOH was really cool, I like that. So no change to that.

Jason, poor guy is still very much confused about everything really. He's used to being the leader, he feels lost in the large group. He has his moments to shine ofc (please take away his excess amounts of head injuries), but he starts to feel inferior, which is where Leo helps him bc the guy knows what that's like.

Anyway, in the absence of Percy and Annabeth, Jason has to take charge. He discovers he doesn't really like it. That's not what he was meant for even though he had greatness thrust upon him at a very young age.

His BOO arc is earlier this time and takes place throughout HOH and BOO. He's content with himself, even if he isn't with anyone. HE'S THE ONE THAT GETS SENT TO OGYGIA!!!

And Calypso eventually does fall for him bc he's smart, nice, and just an overall swell guy. But he helps her to realize that she can be content in herself as well. And he promises her that he'll help her.

Show me Leo, Jason and Percy trying to think of ways of helping the goddess.

In any case. BOO could have been like Iliad pt 2 also known as the Odyssey. It takes them the whole book just to get to Athens. Meanwhile, they've understood that Gaea is the main main villain. She's even raised some of the other primordials against them.

Percy and Annabeth already saw Tartarus, and then there's Oceanus who makes their travel much harder than necessary. Something something about how they get tossed all over the place and somehow manage to gather all the correct ingredients for the potion (i forgot the name lol) on their small adventures in the different places. In the end they finally make it to Athens. Except this time, there's only a few giants there bc they killed the rest before.

Annabeth and Percy are taken hostage, like it happens in the books, but PERCY WILLINGLY GIVES UP HIS BLOOD TO RAISE GAEA RATHER THAN LETTING ANNABETH GET HURT BC OF HIS FATAL FLAW LIKE ATHENA TOLD HIM WOULD HAPPEN EVENTUALLY!!

The Gods DON'T SHOW UP PLEASE!! That was so lameee. Why even do the whole quest if their mommies and daddies were going to show up to help them????

So while Percy and Annabeth are battling the remaining few Giants, Leo, Piper, Hazel and Frank go up against Gaia herself. In the old myths four titans held Ouranos down while Kronos chopped his essence up. In the same way, they battle Gaia away from her turf in the air, keeping her distracted enough. All these demigods are needed because she's a primordial dammit!

Jason, my guy, comes in a clutch, chops her to pieces and sends her essence to Tartarus!!

The world is saved, the end!

[blueberryismilk18]

Heyyy, I just found your writing and I love it so much 😭

I just wanted to ask for bistro huddy (idk if I spelled it right 😭) headcanons with a s/o that has anger issues. Like whenever they serve a rude costumer they can hardly contain themselves from smacking them with the turkey sandwich they ordered 😭😭. You could do whatever characters you like. You don’t have to take my request if you don’t want to btw. I don’t wanna force anything. Anyways, I hope you have a great day/night! Bye bye!!! ☺️

Heyy, I really enjoyed this one:3 sorry I’ve been gone for a while I had a very bad writing burn out. I’m gonna try and get as many done today as I can so expect more later! Hope you enjoy (none of my head canons are ever proof read so if there is a spelling mistake lmk)

Ruby, Terry, Joey, and Pickles with a S/O with anger issues

ℜ𝔲𝔟𝔶 (fem reader)

💋 She definitely has anger issues too but she can keep it under wraps.

💋 Will shit talk about the Customer(s) bothering you

💋She would probably go into the freezer with you to scream about the entire kitchen staff while you scream about the customers

💋 If you ever actually flip out at a customer she would lowkey be proud, or like in awe. I don’t think she’d encourage it but also she kinda would…

💋 “I didn’t think you had that in you, kind of stupid though. I mean It was kinda hot.”

💋 There’s a reason the chefs aren’t servers…

𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 (Masc reader)

👔 Lets you sit in his office(? Does he even have one… I’m assuming yall) to cool off and take a breather

👔 While your there he will tell you about how he understands it’s easy to get frustrated

👔 Trust me, this man understands. He goes through it almost every day.

👔 “I tell ya love, I know. I got Tim always calling my ass for things that, I tell ya, are just plain stupid!”

👔 Lets you talk about it and will probably crack a few jokes with you to help you feel better

👔 You flip out at a customer, you best believe this man it’s taking your side. What are they gonna do, tell the manager?!

ᴊᴏᴇʏ

🍨LOSES HIS TEMPER TOO! 

🍨 NOBODY is gonna treat his prince/princess like that?!

🍨 He flips out at the customer for you.

🍨 Another man who understands how idiotic people can be (despite being kinda dumb himself.)

🍨 “What the fuck are these people doing! If they gotta problem direct them to me sweetheart! Cause they could have a sandwich alright, a fucking knuckle sandwich!”

🍨 if you flip out, he would literally praise you for it, men’s glad you finally stuck up for yourself

𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜

🍭 I don’t think he really understands why your upset when you come to the back 

🍭 Once you explain he would get mad too! 

🍭 How could you let them talk to you like that?! 

🍭 “Let me at him!”

🍭 offers you candy to make you feel better, will give you a few hugs to help you cool off

🍭 Will take you outside to the back for a bit to breathe while he says some (stupid) sweet things to make you laugh

🍭 If it keeps happening with the same person maybe he’ll get riled up enough to confront them, probably will chicken out last second

🍭 If he finds out you flipped out, he hyped you up after, even after getting yelled at by Terry

🍭 “You did so amazing! That’ll teach them!”

[redrandomposts]

another au idea floating in my head

AU where ivan time travels back to pre-meteor shower after his death. he now definitely knows that till would never pick him over mizi so with all the knowledge he gained from the past life, he manages to pull a miracle and get all four of them out of anakt garden safely. mizi was definitely hard to convince so ivan had to, um, kindly shatter her innocent worldview and now both sua and till hate him for making mizi sad lmao but that's fine, they're getting out of there. what's two more people ending up hating him, honestly ?

and by some other miracle, the children were found by human rebels. they're taken in, clothed, fed, and are now essentially free from the aliens.

ivan sees this as his job being done and starts to slowly drift away from the other three. now that theyre free and not being prepped like lambs for slaughter, he doesn't have anything to offer them anymore. what other use could they have for him, really ? so he just floats around the human base, distracting himself by making himself as useful as possible to the other humans

(the other humans are just incredibly worried about this blank-eyed kid who looks like he wants to be hugged so fucking bad but also like he would crumble into dust the moment someone touched him, but ivan's a stubborn bastard who wont listen to anybody so they give him easy tasks in order to keep an eye on him)

the adults take notice of the now strained dynamics between ivan, sua, and till and how mizi is caught in the middle and try to help the kids sort through their feelings.

idk maybe sua wont give a fuck since all she cares abt is mizi but mizi would definitely want to repair the broken bridges bc these are her friends :( and ivan has definitely risked a lot to bring them to safety, hasnt he ? it's unfair how sua and till were being mean to him all because he made mizi cry.

but then there's till. would he try to make amends for mizi's sake ? or would he look even further away from ivan out of guilt ? who knows.

(and imagine the other three start to get memories of their past life through flashbacks and dreams later on lmao)

— 🌦️

me: ooh! a concept! what would u like me to do with this?

🌦️: ideas!!

me: here's your half-a-fanfiction that will make you shed tears!

i have no idea how it happened, by the way. it just did.

===

the escape is rocky at best—ivan was just barely able to get till up in time last time. the only thing keeping this from falling apart is probably of his past experience and fantasies that never came to fruition.

before till or sua, he'd get mizi first, except she has the most security around her; her owner treated her as a precious princess, after all. he's forced to get till then sua (who posed quite a problem, too), and have them both witness his struggle in getting mizi to come along. sua would be a massive help in persuasion, maybe even till, but ivan had uet to disable the chips in those two that set off alarms whenever a certain place was breached. it'd be more efficient if all three of them were gathered while he turned those off.

it's no surprise the animosity that comes from both of them as he rips off the bandage that had been blinding mizi, losing her oh-so-precious smile in favor of tears. sua whisper yelled at him, beating him down for daring to make mizi cry and why were they doing this anyway? till joined in, too, and ivan was barely able to divert the guard's attention.

they do manage to leave successfully, though. it's nothing short of a miracle—sua and till's glares digging into his back, mizi's muffled sobs barely getting by security... it takes a few hours longer than the last life, too.

that's a shame. ivan would have liked to see the meteor shower again.

running across the fields, it's ivan who sees them first. he has to he diligent; he's the leader, the one in front, he's the oldest, and the other two are focused on mizi and her tears.

human rebels. ivan knew they existed, but he's never seen them in his past life. they are driving in motorcycles down the dusty road. he calls out to them, eyes wide and hopefully projecting an innocence he's lost before he went to anakt garden.

would this have been an opportunity he and till would have had in that life?

===

before, ivan would have assumed that till and sua would ease up on their fervent hate of him. tears weren't especially special, considering the life they had led—that ivan had led. while no one had cried for him, he knew that they cried for others, and an awful lot at that too.

a month later, as sua purposefully took the last sweet treat on the tray, glaring at him, all he could think was hypocrite. sua had made mizi cry the hardest, and would have had he not pulled them out so soon.

and when till screamed and beat him down whenever ivan tried to get near him or dares to talk to him, sparing no mercy as he expended his entire vocabulary on ivan, ivan... wished he could say he didn't care too much.

ivan looks at the adults and wonders how they thought of the messy situation. witnessing how the two children bullied the one they assumed was the leader, in defense of someone who didn't really need nor want it. watching how they guarded one from another, effectively isolating him. noticing how they took the happiness the rebels had tried so hard to make and provide from him.

ivan doesn't know, nor does he want to know, but everytime he sees a sweet pastry on his bed—well, it's impossible not to make a conjecture.

the adults have tried to meddle. in fact, mizi—their sun, their light of their life, their god—had tried to meddle. it's fruitless, though; till nor sua will let ivan get a word in, even if the adults are there, and they're thoroughly convinced ivan had managed to manipulate mizi into intervening.

ivan stopped in front of a cracked open door when he heard shouting. he and the others had split rooms, leaving him alone in the smaller one. "guys, ivan isn't that bad! he got all of us out, that day, he must've been stressed too!"

"he couldn't have done it nicer?" sua grumbled.

"he doesn't know how to be nice," till countered, equally upset. "ivan's no good news, mizi. it's better if you stay away. he might—he might steal your things and beat you up."

"glad we can agree on one thing."

"that's ridiculous! you're ridiculous! it's just a bit of tears, it doesn't mean a lot, guys!"

"you never cried before," sua pointed out, eyes narrowed. "stop defending him, mizi. ivan doesn't deserve it."

===

ivan stands alone in the field, looking at the night sky and trying to conjure the lyrics he had written so long ago. it's been a few years since the escape, and on the anniversary each year he'd go to see if there's a meteor shower and sing the songs that marked death.

at the age of ten, they'd manage to escape anakt garden; all four of them. at fifteen, ivan finds that he's forgotten both songs he'd sung on stage for aliens to listen and for till to hear. it's not that big a problem, except he can't recall what sua would look like on the day of her death, either, nor what dress mizi wore when she disappeared, nor how till looked when he sang that song for mizi.

maybe it'd be easier to imagine if they let him near then in this life. instead, in the five years he's been here, it's mostly ivan doing odd jobs alone around the base when he can. he lessens the work on till and sua and mizi by taking it upon himself to do it first. the rest of them don't say anything about it anymore.

not too far away, in his own room, till shoots out of bed, forehead dripping sweat. his eyes are wide, brain working overtime, yet he can only catch fleeting parts of his nightmare—a missing poster.

===

ivan is twenty, ten years since their escape, and nearly every memory from his first life erased. he desperately grasps onto a meteor shower, one that he missed in this life, but he's not an artist who can immortalize the scene. he wishes he could, he does, and as he stands outside, his last memory leaves him.

ivan's long stopped trying to grasp at the melody of black sorrow or the lyrics of cure, so he's silent as he looks up.

ivan doesn't go back to the base. he can't stand another round of shots in the heart, not when he lost his final memory. he doesn't know where he will go, but it's not here.

on earth, he'd officially be an adult. today, he feels as though he's a little child who lost his parents forever.

=====

OH MY GOD I MIGHT CRY WHAT THE HELL

what devil possessed me

FUCK IM CRYING

sua starts the whole "ivan doesn't deserve it" and till follows her lead. crowd mentality, ig, till has some doubts but mizi holds a higher place in his heart.

the adults don't get too close, because ivan doesn't let them, but they do remind him that he has a place in the base. candies, pastries, clothes, and toys are left in his room by them when they notice he's particularly feeling down. it's concerning how much this occurs.

ivan starts to lose his memories because he largest wish—give till freedom—has been completed. meanwhile, a deeper and more silent wish to be loved causes the other three to regain their memories. unfortunately, ivan runs away before that one comes true.

ivan says he feels like a child when he loses that last memory — that's because he never grew up after going back in time. his maturity came from the memories, and without them he is a lost child.

on the last night, till's last memory he gained is actually r6, when ivan dies for him. he gets up immediately to find him, except he's nowhere to be found.

perhaps in a sequel till goes to find ivan and they make up—or, perhaps in a sequel ivan is found dead or captured.

scrapped scene:

"ivan, you're the reason they managed to escape, right?"

"yes..."

"what would you change? if you had to escape again?"

"i'd want to see the meteor shower. we missed it because it took too long to get out of the garden."

"i see. how'd you know about the meteor shower?"

"...hyuna told me."

[saltofmercury]

A König x reader where the reader gives off scary dog privilege.

Like at a McDonald’s, König will stand behind them, even if he’s like a MOUNTAIN compared to the reader and the reader will be like “HE asked for no pickles >:(“

Idk think it would be cute if the reader would help König out in social situations where he would be uncomfortable.

If König doesn’t feel like talking the reader redirects the conversation to themselves so König can just listen.

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: König feels better after meeting you.

"We"

He didn’t date. Dating was exhausting, humiliating, and daunting for König. A series of awkward silences followed by stupid questions, that seemed to be in constant loop.

“What do you do?”

“Where are you from?

“Why are you so quiet?

He was always too quiet, too shy, for women. Too soft, too detached with men. It’s like he couldn’t be perfect for either.

It was worse when he thought they were having a good time and König, already filled with nerves and anxiety, had ordered his meal wrong.

“Why didn’t you ask to have it without mushrooms?”

“Why don’t you ask them if that's not what you ordered?”

As if it were easy. They looked at him with stupidity like he couldn’t just do it.

Second + third dates were then followed by 

“I’m not asking them to switch it, that's your meal.”

“You’re a big boy, use your voice.”

Small jabs towards him because of his height and build, that he wished he could just push himself to do it but he didn’t want to add an extra burden to the waiter or crew in the back.

“It’s fine, I'll eat it.”

Later coming to realize at the end of the date that he wasn’t for “them.”

“It’s not me, it’s you, I just don’t see it working out.”

Until he met you.

You weren’t looking for anything, as a matter of fact you just wanted to decompress from the day, have a small get together with new and old friends, but lots of things changed that day. 

As you went around introducing yourselves, König said hi, but didn’t really put much input into the group. He seemed to be making himself smaller, fading away behind the group of people. He seemed uncomfortable.

You approached him— A small shiver from his side, mentally preparing himself knowing the lines of—

“WHY aren’t you talking?”

“How tall are you?”

“Why aren’t you drinking?”

“Why are you so quiet?”

However it wasn’t like that at all. You did most of the talking. Just asked for small input from him. He was so taken back by how comfortable you made him. You made talking to new people easy and by the end of the night it was you asking him on a second date. 

He nodded, dumbfounded. “A second date?”

A small shiver again, maybe this time it was different?

*

The second date, at some small diner nearby, you take the lead on talking again. You think it was perhaps due to your nerves, you had become a chatterbox.

“So why the military?”

“Uh— personal choice.”

Small silence as you chewed on the appetizer in front of you. You wide eyed, trying to not say 

“Well that explains the haircut.” so instead you said,

“Must be lots of traveling huh?” You continued, listing places you wanted to visit and asking if he had ever been there.

Relief pooled inside him. What was your motive behind this?

When it was time to place the order, König’s nerves had bundled inside of him again that he forgot to mention “no black olives.”

His dish was placed in front of him.

He looked concerned, like he was in for a long night of picking them off his meal, then bombarding him with questions of “why didn’t you just ask?”

You saw the concern on his face.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you digging in?”

“Ah… I said no olives but it’s no big deal.”

It was a big deal and you called the waitress over.

“I’m sorry we said no olives”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” The waitress flushed and ran away with the plate.

“Here” you said, so calm, “you can have some of mine while we wait.”

How effortless you did it. How were you so good at this?

“I hate when I do that. I can’t have cilantro because it tastes like soap.” You laughed and continued to pick at french fries in front of him.

God you were adorable.

He was sure he wasn’t going to see you again, thinking that maybe you thought he couldn’t speak up for himself, or the conversation ran too dry.

You however kept pushing yourself in, being his voice when he couldn’t speak.

“We said—

‘No olives’ 

‘No pickles’

‘This isn’t what we ordered’

Relief washing over him that you took it upon yourself when he had made the mistake ordering.

How you used “we” as opposed to “he” and he really liked that you didn’t single him out. He could melt. Was there finally someone who could lessen the burden of his anxiety?

Dinner dates went from bi-weekly to weekly. Then it was just easy. It was a no-brainer being with you. 

You never once thought he was too shy, or too quiet, too soft, or too detached. You didn’t question things between you two, you just took the lead in conversations with people, often checking in with König for a small part in it. You knew the right amount to get out of him.

You took the burden of first time conversations. You had started ordering for the two of you, knowing what he liked and didn’t like. König felt lighter, felt better that someone was here for him and opposed to him. 

[hybridirl]

missed you.

18+ only, please!

abby x f!reader

minor(?) spoiler in author note

a/n: hello everypony! i’m star!!! SO IM ALMOST (i am done as of 1/22/24. started this fanfic b4 this quick note) DONE WITH THE LAST OF US 2 AND GOOODD FUUUCKKKKK!ING DAAAMMIIITTTT!!! abby so obviously has comphet idk WHY THE FUCK she slept with owen. that scene was CRAZY but we did in fact get boob shot so i am kind of satisfied. not only that RIGHT WHEN HE STARTED GOING AT IT MY FUCKING DAD WALKED IN?? i literally JAMMED my thumb against the pause button i thought i broke the goddamn controller. me and my cousin were shocked (she was watching me play). but i, of course, am the master of hiding such things so it was easy. thank FUCK the pause screen goes dark because oh my god it was so obvious.

brief summary: your girlfriend, abby, is back from a mission and you show her just how much you missed her.

tw / kinda fluffy, pet names, use of y/n (maybe idk), cunnilingus (a receiving), slight head crushing, scissoring, established relationship w abby

intentional lowercase. not proofread, probably won’t ever be proofread.

✭・.・ ✫・゜・

“abby!” you waved her over and watched as the muscular woman made her way to you. you were sat at the lunch hall, at your own little table everyone called practically yours.

“baby,” she greeted with that warm smile she tends to put on for you. it was exciting. you hadn’t seen abby in days and now she’s finally back from her mission. she wrapped her arm around you tight as she plopped into the space next to you.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t come,” you whispered into abby’s neck while leaning into her. “isaac is so mean to me.” abby chuckled and rubbed your shoulder with a large hand.

“all good.” she squeezed you closer, smooshing your smaller frame against her side. you wrapped an arm around her and buried yourself into her to feel her closeness. “missed you, sweetpea.” her voice tickled your scalp; a hum full of content left your throat in response while your nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“missed you, too, abby,” you sighed in a hushed tone, your fingers coiling around hers. you looked up at her, your eyelids finding themselves fluttering at her loving gaze. you spoke, “wanna show you how much,” and you watched as corner of her mouth twitched up; she eyed you with almost-amused eyes.

it was routine: long mission, come home, make love. this was just part of the process.

“oh, yeah?” she started, “and how are you gonna do that?” she teased you slightly, but her eyes showed her knowing. you huffed a little at this coy act and got up, pulling her along with you.

you guided her across the way, hurriedly traversing hallways and rooms and trying to dodge the kiddos and finally! your room. manny had gotten used to your routine, so he intended to stay away from the room as much as possible for that day — or maybe the next few.

you pushed into the large room, the muscular woman following in suit. she shut the door, locked it, the usual.

“alright, baby,” she purred and picked you up, but your hand slapped lightly against her shoulder.

“put me down,” you huffed, “said i wanna show you. not you show me.” abby smirked that smirk and put you down. your arms wrapped around her neck, a small pout playing at your lips.

“a—h, i see,” abby replied with a hand to run down your side. it stopped at your hip, squeezing the flesh that rested there. “gonna worship me t’night, sweetpea?” she let out a little chuckle before stepping away from you and down the small steps, finding her bed. she nodded her head to you, practically beckoning you over. it’s the best you’re gonna get — abby doesn’t beg.

you followed the quiet order, doing what you do best for her. you didn’t kneel yet, but you did bend over to find the button of her jeans.

“off,” you muttered while your fingers fumbled with the easy task. she pushed a hand away, allowing herself to tug her jeans and boxers off. what it revealed to you always froze you for just a second: her vulva. it was trimmed, blonde, and her pubic hair was straight. you looked up at her as if asking for permission, which she of course gave by sinking deeper into the bed, her hips nudging toward you.

you gently pushed her shoulders down before finally kneeling at the bed, appreciating the beauty that was emanating such heat.

it was slightly pinker, and it glistened with desire. her outer labia was slightly puffy; you allowed your index and middle finger to gently spread it, showing her clenching hole to your hungry eyes. her clit was already protruding from its hood, hard and throbbing for friction.

your eyes flickered to hers for just a second before your mouth opened, your tongue slipping out and dipping just slightly into her wet darkness before guiding itself up right to the raw of her clit. her hips rolled in response and she thoroughly adjusted her body, her hands pulling against the back of your head.

the soft, low moans she made always did it for you. it was the encouragement you didn’t know you needed until it happened. it was almost angelic.

your lips enveloped the small bud, gently sucking it while your tongue flicked against the top of her clit.

“f—uck,” she moaned deeply, pulling your head closer to her drooling cunt. your arms wrapped on the underside of her thighs, folding and stopping at the top of her thighs. your hands continued to spread your legs whilst they desperately tried shutting. “keep working that damn tongue.” upon that request, your tongue swirled across her clit, up down left right and over and under and oh, my. those moans. whimpers and whines left her throat, unable to vocalize anything more.

“abby,” you sighed into her heat and let your tongue slurp up her desire. “y’taste so good.” you kissed at her clit, then moved down, slipping your tongue into her while your nose bumped her clit.

“keep going, baby, i’m almost there,” she moaned out whilst her hands reached toward your hair to pull you deeper. with your face smooshing against her cunt, her thighs shut tightly around your head. “yes, god, fuck…”

your mouth was relentless, even as she tipped over the edge; her clit throbbed and her vagina clenched around your tongue. you lapped it all up, of course, needing to taste her sweet n’ salty need. your hands reached up and underneath her shirt, caressing her chest and pinching at her nipples as she came; it only intensified the grip on your hair and the clenching of her thighs against your head.

your mouth dripped with slick, a sign of your hunger as she tugged your head away.

“abby,” you breathed, removing your clothes in the process. the thin string of your own slick connected you to your underwear as you tugged them down. she made way for you, scooting deeper into the bed as you climbed on. you sighed out a quick “fuck” before bringing your pussy down on hers.

“grind that pussy,” she growled deeply, her hands gripping your hips. “fuck.” her hands guided your movements, heavy and powerful rocks against each other.

“abby, please,” you groaned, your hand meeting your own breast to tweak your nipples. the other hand rested on abby’s thigh, keeping it spread for you to continue your work against her.

it hadn’t taken long for you, the sensations so powerful as your buds rubbed together. you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth until you were sure it was about to bleed, and your stomach became a knot.

“i’m about to-“ you started, but abby hushed you quickly.

“i know, baby, cum on me,” she purred out, “cum on my pussy, sweetheart, cum on my pussy.” and as if she had some control over your body, you came by her command. she followed in suit, your moans intermixing and your bodies convulsing. you leaned down to kiss her, holding her head close to yours as your lips danced and tongues tangled.

“i missed you,” you said softly to her after catching your breath, kissing her cheek and down her jaw. her large arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to her while you gently kissed at her face. with a soft smile, she returned the favor with a few kisses on your chin and the corner of your lips.

“i missed you, too.”

[tsunami-of-tears]

The Wolf and the Fox

Tamcien (Alpha Tamlin x Omega Lucien)

Summary: Tamlin is having a rut at the most inconvenient time. Lucien is a cocky shit and not helping the issue.

A/N: My first omegaverse fic!! I’m surprised by how quickly this one came to me, I think this may be the thing that gets me out of my writing slump.  Inspired by the prompt “You get a little stupid when you have your rut, it’s cute.” and this request.

Wordcount: 1.3K

Warnings: 18+, smut, omegaverse - A/B/O dynamic, Lucien is a total brat, it's the omegaverse so Lucien has a cunt, PIV, biting, idk it's filthy tell me if I missed anything x

Read it on AO3

Tamlin

Today of all days. The ruts always come at the worst time

Tamin has too much to do, too many meetings. Surely the other Alphas will understand if he has to postpone. Maybe he can hold out until after? Then he can find some meek little Omega to bury his knot in. 

He needs to stay focused. Limit his distractions. A quick order to his sentinel had the Omegas removed from the manor for the day - to limit the effect of their scents on him. 

Working away at his desk, attempting to prep for his meetings, Tamlin is too consumed trying to concentrate that he doesn’t notice the door opening or the male that steps inside the room.

A honeyed scent envelopes Tamlin, the familiar sweetness making him groan and thrust in his seat, the friction of his trousers doing little to sate his needs. 

A sharp cough has Tamlin growling deep and low, and raising his gaze to the male standing before him. Tamlin’s bright green eyes meet deep russet. 

Lucien. Fuck.

Lucien wasn’t like the other Omegas. It was easy to forget his true nature with his cocky attitude. Tamlin even considered the male a friend and trusted him completely. 

Tamlin whined as Lucien’s scent thickened - the natural response to Tamlin’s rut. 

“Alpha,” Lucien says hesitantly, “Why did you have the Omegas removed if you’re in a rut?”

The question only earned another low growl from Tamlin as he unbuttoned his trousers, allowing his throbbing cock to spring free from the confines. He starts fisting himself, hard and rough, but still nothing compares to the wet slick of an Omega. Tamlin hopes his hand will be enough to take the edge off, to get him through the day before he can bury himself in some Omega’s warm cunt, before he can pump their belly full of his seed. 

Please let this be enough.

Tamlin whines again, his palm only makes him more desperate for release and his cock starts to ache. 

Lucien steps closer to the desk as Tamlin’s fist picks up speed. 

Smirking, Lucien says, “You get a little stupid when you have your rut, it’s cute”. 

“I just have to get through today, you wouldn’t understand.” Tamlin snarls. 

“You’re right, I don’t understand. But I can help, since you’ve dismissed all the other Omegas for the day, you’re stuck with me,” Lucien drawls, watching the motions of Tamlin’s hand jerking up and down. 

Tamlin growls again. “No, not you.”

“I’m offended, Alpha,” Lucien scoffs, stalking closer. “You know, all cunts feel the same when you’re knotting them. You can even take me from behind, then you can pretend I'm any Omega.” 

Tamlin’s fist stops, and he looks up at the male in front of him, the male sporting his famous lazy smile. 

“I’ve already had today’s business postponed so we won’t be interrupted. You’re free to pump me full of your seed all day long. Or you can keep trying to impregnate your hand. Doesn’t make much difference to me,” Lucien shrugs. “You must have skipped that sex-ed class though, because I’m afraid that’s not how breeding works. I’d be happy to show you how, Alpha.”

Tamlin closes his eyes, inhaling slowly through his nose. His nostrils flare from Lucien’s rich scent. 

“Come. Here.” Tamlin grunts. 

Lucien doesn’t move, he only inspects his sharp nails, appearing bored with the interaction. “You should ask me nicely, I am the one doing you a favour.” He looks back at Tamlin with a cunning smirk. 

No. He’s not like the other Omegas at all. 

“Please,” Tamlin whines. “I can’t take it.” 

“Please what?” Lucien asks. 

“I need to knot you.” 

“Okay,” he says, taking the final step towards Tamlin. “Show me how a pack leader fucks.”

The request has Tamlin unleashing, tearing that final shred of self-control. He stands up, ripping his remaining clothes from his toned body. His cock springs up, the tip is swollen and red, and dripping with arousal. He stalks around the desk, moving closer to Lucien, who’s own scent has deepened, betraying his sinful thoughts. 

“Well, are you going to fuck me or what?” Lucien asks. 

Tamlin snarls again, lurching for the male, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and forcing him to brace his hands on the thick oak desk. 

“I’m going to ravage you so completely, all other Alphas will be ruined for you,” Tamlin growls, moving his hand to grip Lucien’s long red locks. Tamlin tugs firmly, forcing Lucien’s head back. 

Lucien whimpers softly as Tamlin turns his clothing to ribbons with a quick flick of claws. 

“That was a nice shirt.” 

“I’ll buy you another.” Tamlin snarls, rubbing his cock through Lucien’s pooling slick. “You are like the other Omegas it seems,” Tamlin says, “At least in the ways that matter.” Tamlin finally pushes into Lucien’s cunt. He moans loudly, relishing in the warmth and wetness of the Omega, finally feeding the beast that is his rut. 

Tamlin keeps one hand in Lucien’s hair, the other firmly gripping his hip, stabilising the male as Tamlin thrusts into him. 

‘Yes, you are just another needy little Omega. Perfectly breedable. I’d like to watch your belly swell with my litter,” Tamlin growls between thrusts.

Lucien moaned again, enjoying the force his Alpha was using on him. He was fulfilling his most primal purpose and he loved it. 

“You know I can take it harder than this?” Lucien grunts, his nails digging into the table at every slam of Tamlin’s cock, leaving indents in the wood.

“Be careful, Omega,” Tamlin tuts, picking up his pace as he gets closer and closer to knotting. 

Tamlin drops Lucien’s hair and pulls out of Lucien abruptly. Lucien whines at the sudden lack of friction, and the loss of pleasure so close to that edge. “Flip over,” Tamlin orders. “I want to see your face as you take my knot. I want to see the moment you lose yourself to it.” 

Lucien turns over, well and truly fucked in submission by Tamlin. He sits on the edge of the desk with his bare legs spread wide. His thighs shine from the mess made by his slick dripping out of his cunt.

Tamlin cocks his head as he asks smugly, “Finally learnt your place?” 

Lucien swallows, his throat bobbing before he nods in answer. 

“Good.” Tamlin purrs, lifting Lucien’s legs and wrapping them around his waist. He once again sheaths his cock inside Lucien, earning a moan from the Omega. 

Tamlin grips Lucien’s neck, angling his gaze to where the two were joined. “Look,” Tamlin orders, “I want you to watch as I rut into your tight hole, watch as my knot fills you and I pump you full of my seed.” Lucien whimpers again, the sight of their bodies merging only causing more slick to run down Lucien’s thighs. “Look at you taking me, like the good Omega you know you are.” Lucien nods, his approaching climax not allowing words to form in his mouth. 

Tamlin continues to fuck into Lucien, his knot forming at the base of his cock. 

The scent, the heat, Lucien’s golden skin and his face contorted in pleasure, it all had Tamlin unravelling. The urge to mark Lucien, to claim him, comes on strong. 

Tamlin tries to fight it but loses the battle. His teeth sink into the flesh where Lucien’s neck meets his shoulder. Claiming Lucien as his, and his alone. The act holds Lucien in place as they both reach their completion. Tamlin’s sharp canines draw blood as his cock spurts his cum deep into Lucien’s cunt. 

Lucien moans as Tamlin withdraws his teeth and flicks his tongue over the open wounds. Both climaxes still subsiding, the haze of pleasure slowly fading away. 

As Tamlin pulls out, Lucien’s hand rises to his neck and rubs over the tender flesh. “You bit me?” He asks incredulously. 

Guilt settles over Tamlin, but he doubles down on his actions. “How could I not?” he exclaims. “You’re mine, and I want all the other Alphas to know it”

Lucien huffs as Tamlin leans forward, holding Lucien's face gently in his hand. The first hint of softness from the male since he started his rut. Lucien leans into the warm touch, sighing softly as Tamlin presses his lips to Lucien’s. “All mine,” Tamlin whispers.

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[backpackingspace]

sinmas thoughts

Okay so I literally just finished the episode an hour ago! And !! Omg

Okay first off deeply concerned about a few things

Like yes yay the elsa bitch guy getting beat up was great but like how fucking easy is it going to be for him to turn around and go hey these peasants attacked me in my own home and it's back to them about to be executed. Like there's no fucking way there isn't consequences for this

Did anybody else notice millie getting punched by elsa bitch really fucking hard right in her lower stomach. Because I sure did! What if she's not pregnant after that what if she comes to terms with being pregnant and starts to get excited only to find out her baby was murdered before it even had a chance.

There were...a lot of fucking pill bottles there. Were they empty or did stolas just mass order his fucking pills. I am worried that via will start to take them. After all she's alone in a traumatic household with her world burning down around her

Speaking of via her powers!! Coming in! And them being sporadic as fuck and tied to her emotions? Can't wait for her to literally blow everybody up that'll be a fun time.

Still on via, bot really a concern just something I'm thinking about. The way via knew immediately not to argue with her mother, or even attempt to get her phone back or get an extra one or anything at all is very telling. The way she knew to just immediately put her headphones in and keep her head down and to go hide in her room. The way she went even further to hide in her closet before starting to sing? (How many times do we think she heard her mom berate her dad for singing) i think via knows her dad was being abused but hasn't yet fully realized what that means and is (understandablely) having a lot of feelings in every single direction.

Luna seems so much more happier and relaxed! She has friends now! She's laughing and smiling and not wearing exclusively dark clothes! She's openly calling blizo dad with out the grumbling! She just seems a lot more settled and happy now and honestly good for her!!

Idk why but I was not expecting stolas to sound like that. Just the way he said pussy caught me off guard for some reason. There were a couple other times where that happened but I don't really feel like listening them all out. Also. Fucking weird to be seeing stolas's pupils now.

Also!!! Stolas's face as m&m tore into each other. Wow. You know he was freaking the fuck out there and reliving some shit.

Speaking of background faces; the imp servants at the palace. Yah they all looked miserable and terrified. Not surprised but still yikes! With stolas they were always very much done with his shit , tired, and resigned but none of them seemed really terrified/upset like they do now.

Love that we don't really get overly nice manipulation Stella on via. Like she didn't even pretend to give a shit about her for more than that one second did she.

Blitzo calling stolas his bottom instead of just... literally anything else. Like he literally did not have to do that. But also confirmed stolitz dom/sub contract? 👀 or is this blitzo being himself and I'm reading too much into it.

All of us secretary! Stolas secretary! Stolas only for it to turn out that he hates it so fucking much ("I'm poor now! Melts into a puddle oh man. )

[ilikekidsshows]

About the throwing CN in the trash can thing, I don‘t necessarily disagree, but why did you completely left out the whole thing about CN‘s constant flirting and calling them a couple and stuff, when LB made it clear multiple times in that episode and before that she doesn‘t like him that way and is bothered by many attempts to make a move on her. Especially in that episode, she‘s already pissed at Glaciator specifically because of it, and Paris as a whole for printing articles and putting up billboards everywhere. The only thing CN does with his shenanigans is irritate her even more, until she has enough.

If I were in a situation where a platonic friend did that to me, I‘d be pissed too. Sure, I probably wouldn‘t throw im in a trash can, but I’d maybe get a little loud at least.

Idk, the garbage toss might‘ve been too much, sure, but pretending like CN has no fault in the situation escalating like that is unfair and LB had all right to go off at him.

That was not what was asked

That's not how the episode frames it

I read over Ladybug and Cat Noir's discussion after the trashcan scene to make sure I understood what the takeaway was. Ladybug did not say, or even hint, that the problem was that Cat Noir went too far or was out of line. She has an issue with being reminded he has feelings for her, period.

This is the same episode where Marinette calls Adrien "my boyfriend who isn't my boyfriend yet" and takes advantage of him being upset to try to win him over romantically. Marinette is forcing her feelings onto Adrien even more than Cat Noir is forcing them on Ladybug, because he at least doesn't expect a relationship from Ladybug in return. The takeaway isn't "don't be too pushy", it's "Cat Noir shouldn't be a bother to Ladybug", because that's what all the lessons in this season seem to be.

And, like, just because Ladybug doesn't return his feelings doesn't mean Cat Noir should hide the fact that he's in love with her to make her feel better, especially since his flirtation is stated to just be an outlet where he doesn't expect reciprocation, that Ladybug understands is an outlet and that nothing is expected from her in return. ("I know your heart's in the right place and that you don't mean any harm.") This has never before been an issue for the two, and now it suddenly is, four seasons in? I don't buy it.

I know the episode is saying that yes, Cat Noir should, indeed, hide his feelings to make Ladybug feel better, but that's unhealthy and I've repeatedly said that the show repeatedly demanding Adrien bury all his feelings so that Marinette can ignore them is wrong.

I also kinda feel like this episode purposefully makes Cat Noir kinda out of character by exaggerating his behavior into such an obnoxious degree and that it was specifically done in order to justify Ladybug getting mad at him (kinda like 'Reflekdoll' implied he'd pranked Ladybug in the middle of a fight, something he'd never do, in order to justify Ladybug being angry in that episode), so it just all feels so fake to me and I can't take it seriously. When I see a show blatantly trying to manipulate me, I tend to veer into the opposite direction out of spite.

So, yes, I went easy on Cat Noir in this episode, but, as you said, that still didn't make anything I said about Ladybug's behavior untrue. Like, Ladybug has reasons to be pissed in this episode, but the writers think Cat Noir alone is the justified target, and that's what I disagree with.

Frankly, if they'd framed that Ladybug's unreasonable anger towards Cat Noir was caused by her totally justified anger at having her private life be so scrutinized, and built the episode around that, this could have been a really good episode that could teach kids about boundaries when it comes to their favorite celebrities. They literally have the framework for that within the episode, but decided to instead give us another "Cat Noir shouldn't even breathe if it bothers Ladybug" episode. It would have been especially valuable since a lot of kids these days are actually following social media or Youtube celebrities or will do so in a few years.