#those are so important to my health and well-being. But I also love complaining and I fucking cannot STAND the SFX choice for cursed energy

[explorevenus]

doll parts ♡ leon kennedy x f!reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call ur mom. and also the cops

word count: 3.6k

description: leon may not take the best care of himself, but he certainly takes care of you. it's his favorite pastime.

tags/warnings: vendetta leon, established relationship, unhealthy relationship dynamics, dollification, daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), mirror sex

a/n: this piece was commissioned by my lovely bestie @dollfacefantasy, who knows me so well in that she knew i was foaming at the mouth for an excuse to write dollification w leon >:3 AND it's based off of that one scene in euphoria where nate dresses cassie up LIKE GET OUTTA TOWNNNNN I WAS SO JUICED TO WRITE THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!

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fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ;w;

-venus ♡

You were mad. You were so mad, all the time lately, and you were past the point of wondering if you had any right to be. 

It was late, nearly half past midnight, the only sound in the dim house being the unrelenting patter of fat raindrops on the windows. Leon, too, was late, like he so often was. Of course, you weren’t allowed to complain or ask questions about his high paying job, or his whereabouts, or the secrecy, where all those injuries came from or why he didn’t return when he said he would for the hundredth time.

All your life, you thought relationships like this existed only in fiction, the trope of the distant workaholic who dismisses his partner’s concerns with nothing but his wallet and his sexual prowess, piling diamond encrusted bandages upon months worth of neglect, bottled up grievances and novels left unsaid. It was a concept confined to old movies and paperbound romances as far as you were concerned, before you met Leon.

You weren’t unreasonable, and you weren’t dumb. You had gathered that his mysterious government job really was important and strictly confidential, and you trusted that he was telling you as much of the truth as was permitted by the powers that be. You knew he cared about you, you knew he would rather be home with you than running around at the beck and call of the most powerful people in the country. You knew it was never his intention to hurt you.

But your awareness of his love for you didn’t make it any easier to swallow the unending cycle of broken promises, nor the visible deterioration of his mental and physical health while his ‘work trips’ became increasingly frequent until they all started to just blend together. 

You became numb to it after a while. It seemed selfish to demand his time and attention when he couldn’t help his circumstances. Even bringing it up made you feel like a monster, and it was all because you loved him so completely.

And you loved him so completely. You had seen him cry with laughter and sob with grief. You had seen him burn toast, fall asleep with the TV on, forget how to tie a tie, dread a mundane phone call, mumble to himself when he thought no one was listening. You knew his philosophies on life and love and death, you knew him heart and soul, and so too did he know you.

Thus, you just ate it, wore yourself down until you finally accepted that all those bottled up grievances, novels left unsaid and extravagant bribes were worth the privilege of being his lover.

Your eyes felt dry as you stared at the clock, counting in your tired mind exactly how many hours had passed since he was supposed to be home. It had been a long, rough day that would have been draining enough on its own, but the evening proved to disappoint even further. 

Leon heard about the karmic disaster that was your day through a handful of rant texts you’d sent over the course of it, each one more unfortunate than the last. Sympathetic to your senseless string of rotten luck, he promised to cut away from work an hour early to return home to you with your favorite dinner and enough doting on to make your teeth rot. He did not, of course, come home early, and not only that, but he didn’t come home at all, and you couldn’t get ahold of him.

If this wasn’t such a frequent occurrence, you might have been more worried about his safety, or even more angry at him for leaving you hanging on a day like this one, but you had become so familiar with this whole song and dance that your feelings around it were dulled.

You were just about to give up and go to bed when your phone lit up with a notification. Following the several undelivered texts you tried to send asking if he was okay, he’d given a simple response that you knew would redirect the course of your whole entire night.

Headed home in 15. Be in the dollhouse

You had long since garnered that the dollhouse was more for him than it was for you, even if he seemed to believe it was the other way around. It was nice to be pampered and doted on and styled like a Barbie, until it became a way for him to avoid talking to you about anything important. But that was neither here nor there. Dolls don’t talk, and they most certainly don’t complain.

With a deep, measured breath you exited the bedroom and turned down the hall, to what used to be a spare room but was now more aptly describable as a boudoir. The door creaked open to reveal the delicate, feminine space, heavy satin drapes blocking out any potential prying eyes. Between two solid oak wardrobes was an ornate standing mirror, the walk-in closet to the right overflowing with opulent clothing that hardly ever saw the light of day, just the familiar warmth of Leon’s cerulean eyes. 

At the other end of the room was an antique, three-mirror vanity, stocked carefully with luxury makeup, designer perfumes and every last tool one might need to style your hair, down to a box of satin ribbons in every color with which to tie it back. Leon was never one to do things half-way, and dolling you up was no exception.

Piece by piece, you stripped yourself of your clothes, hands moving as slowly and purposefully as his own would, as if by instinct. Just like a doll would be, you undressed to nothing but a pair of delicate lace panties, and you took your place at the vanity, your posture straight and your hands folded neatly in your lap.

All there was left to do now was wait for Leon, to stare at yourself blankly in the mirror and ruminate, to let your thoughts scream and echo around in your head until it would all collapse into silence, putting you in the proper headspace of an empty-headed little Barbie for Leon to play with.

You didn’t so much as flinch at the sound of the garage door opening, or move a muscle at all at the muffled thudding of his footsteps ascending the stairs. Your lips parted with a slow, deep breath, your posture straightening up one final time before the knob turned, and you watched the door open behind you through the reflection in the mirror.

He looked tired. To be candid, he looked like shit. It was evident he had left immediately from whatever dangerous, world-saving thing he was doing to rush home to you, not taking the time to change or freshen up.

Leon approached you gently, reaching over your shoulder to let his rough fingers cup your neck and throat, tilting your head up just enough to make you look at yourself, and to adjust your posture.

“Such a precious little doll, sitting so pretty for daddy,” He whispered, stooping down to plant a kiss at the crown of your head. His hands smelled like iron and gunpowder, and his breath smelled faintly of malted liquor poorly masked with mint. If only you could have confronted him about it. You just swallowed, staring straight ahead where he was directing your gaze.

Reaching over your shoulder, Leon’s steady hand plucked a detangling brush from the vanity, running his fingers through your hair carefully with his other hand. He felt through the length of your soft locks, mindful as always not to tug at any of the little knots he discovered here and there. Shortly after, he was running the brush through your hair with gentle veneration, delicate, even strokes that nearly threatened to put you to sleep.

Leon watched your expression in the mirror as your lashes fluttered, your head lolling back as if mindlessly chasing the attention. A low chuckle fell from his parted lips. “Feels good, huh? I’ll bet it does. Your hair is so messy, baby… You weren’t playing by yourself all day while daddy was gone, were you?”

He was teasing you. A subtle grin begged to tug at your lips, and you let it. Still, you were sure to shake your head ‘no’-- after all, you couldn’t have him thinking you had taken advantage of his extended absence to be naughty, even if you had been awfully tempted to. 

Carding his fingers through your freshly brushed hair, he hummed in mock consideration for a moment, like he couldn’t decide whether or not he believed you. Finally, he turned you around in your chair to face him, tilting your chin up so he could give you a kiss. “I know my baby would never. Always the perfect princess for me, even when I’m not always the perfect daddy.”

That last part came out a little quieter, like he was ashamed to even say it out loud, but somehow still, it was the loudest part to you. You softened.

He noticed, and he, too, softened. The tension in the air dissipated a bit– it was still somewhere around here, likely waiting right outside the door, but it was no longer actively present, at least. Leon gave you another sweet kiss, this one to your forehead, before gently correcting your posture again.

Pushing your hair back with a soft, fluffy headband, he opened up one of the drawers in the vanity and began to take a few things out. First, a light moisturizer, which he massaged into your skin with a jade roller that was cool to the touch and just as relaxing as always. Your moisturizer was followed by a gentle under-eye balm, a thin layer of primer and a hydrating lip oil.

The way he moved was so fluid, so methodical, like a conductor before an orchestra, and you were his masterpiece. In Leon’s eyes, you might as well have been carved out of the finest, most expensive marble, and you were to be treated no less delicately.

He stepped out just for a moment to wash his hands, a clean slate for the next step of the process, your makeup.

You honestly don’t know how he did it. Judging by some of the techniques and products he would use, you could only guess he must have been doing his research online or something, though where he found the time to do so was another question entirely. His lines weren’t always clean, his blending wasn’t always perfectly smooth, yet somehow you always still felt he’d managed to upstage you with the finished product– perhaps it was because he could see you in a way you couldn’t see yourself.

“Daddy?��� You chanced a whisper, but he was quick to press a finger to the plush of your lips, ever so gently.

“Shh… Just sit nice and still for me, alright, sugar?”

You nodded, and he resumed his work with a careful touch.

Soft brushes and plush sponges worked their way around the surface of your face, applying shadow and powders and liner, with Leon holding his breath now and then to ensure a steady hand. Your cheeks were rouged, your lips were glossed, your lashes were carefully curled and it was all topped off with a cooling mist of setting spray and a gentle kiss to the forehead.

“There you are, hm? My beautiful baby dolly,” He mused, reaching forward to tilt your head up by your chin, then to the left, then to the right, checking over his handiwork from every angle. Adding a dash of blush to the tip of your nose, he deemed your makeup complete. “Just perfect.”

Slowly, Leon turned your chair around again, allowing you to look at yourself, and yeah. Wow.

You looked gorgeous, you were glowing even. All of your best features were adorned with purposeful swipes of blush, shade and highlight, your eyes dreamy and sweet, your skin smooth and radiant. He let you look at yourself for a moment, just admiring the expression of awe on you– you were always exceptionally stunning, of course, but you looked all the sweeter in these sacred moments in which you recognized your own beauty.

Leon rested one hand on your shoulder to recapture your attention, his other hand coming forward to stroke your cheek. Your long lashes fluttered as you met his eyes in the mirror, a silent signal that your focus had returned to him. Now the hand that caressed your cheekbone was coming forward to take your own. He helped you up from your seat at the vanity and across the room, to the plush chaise lounge in front of that standing mirror.

The room filled with the quiet noises of rummaging, Leon sifting through drawers and racks of hangers stuffed with what had to have been thousands of dollars worth of designer, a stark contrast to his own attire of largely plain black shirts and jeans that had seen better days.

But you were his princess. Leon was just Leon, and Leon couldn’t possibly deserve as much as a princess.

Turning over his shoulder, Leon approached you with a simple pair of white stockings in hand, sinking to his knees right before the chaise lounge to put them on you. Your ankle looked so slight and delicate in his strong hand as he lifted your leg, drawing a line of kisses up the inside of your calf to follow while he rolled the stocking up higher and higher, until the hem reached just above your knee.

He repeated the action with your other leg, the movement of his hands fluid and practiced, but his breaths were becoming shorter, his kisses a little wetter and needier on your skin. Your own breaths were quickly falling in sync with his own just by watching him dial in on your sex, his calloused hands propping your legs up onto his shoulders so he could shuffle closer.

Gripping you by the hips to angle you up to his liking, he buried his nose into the seat of your thin lace panties and breathed you in deep, as though he were starving for oxygen. The tip of his nose nuzzled forward to brush your panties aside, and just as soon as your slit was bared to him, his tongue was darting out to taste it.

He spread it flat in a slow, languid stripe from your weeping hole all the way to your throbbing clit, his lips closing around the little bundle of nerves to coax it from beneath its hood. You sucked in a breath, your manicured nails printing into the lush material of the furniture you were perched on, trying as hard as you could to keep quiet and still, to allow him to guide you, to play with you as he so desired. Luckily, he wasn’t in too stern of a mood this evening anyway– you weren’t likely to be reprimanded for small errors like that, especially not while he was otherwise occupied.

“Fuck,” He growled lowly into your cunt, leaving white prints where he gripped your pillowy thighs just to ground himself. You could feel his body growing warm as he lost himself in you, lapping up every drop of your arousal with greed. For just a moment, his dilated, denim eyes flicked up to look at you, his rosy cheeks gently squished between your quaking thighs as he puffed out, “Just look at you, my dolly… Daddy’s favorite little toy…”

Your eyes screwed shut with pleasure as his hot mouth met your center again, and when they fluttered open, you caught sight of it all in the mirror. It nearly knocked the wind out of you.

Your dainty legs spread out over your gruff boyfriend’s broad shoulders, adorned in delicate white stockings that looked pure and bright against his tight black t-shirt; his sandy blonde hair damp and messy as he wedged himself between your thighs and drank from you like a fountain; your hair and makeup fit for a gala as your expression contorted with rapture… it could have been an oil painting.

Every swipe of his tongue up the length of you, every flutter along your swollen bud, every deep, wanton, needy groan had your eyes rolling back in your head, your thighs trembling and tightening around his jaw. Every inch of you felt featherlight with electricity as he worked his magic on you, more than capable of making you cum in three minutes flat, but opting not to for the fun of it.

Not that you were complaining. At times he could get carried away in his teasing, but tonight was not one of those nights. Leon wasn’t going to waste your time dangling you over the edge much longer than was strictly necessary. As soon as he noticed you were having trouble sitting still, quiet whines and sighs of pleasure occasionally slipping out from between your glossy lips, he knew it would be unfair to string you along any further.

Leon was practically making out with your folds, the room quiet aside from the slick sounds and lustful whimpers that accompanied his dining of you. Soon it was joined with the low, husky timbre of his voice as he groaned into you, “Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna make a pretty mess all over daddy’s face?”

In all honesty, you barely registered his words, but all it ever took to get you nodding like a bobblehead was that upward lilt in his tone that indicated he was asking you something. That was all you needed to know that the correct answer was yes.

Smirking briefly to himself as he witnessed your eager and rapt approval, he doubled the intensity of his efforts, his hands wrenching tight into your thighs to pull you flush against his face, but more importantly, to keep you from wriggling away. He didn’t bother to shush you when a shocked yelp bubbled out of you, your body jerking in response to the added stimulation. After all, it was the response he was expecting, and the response he yearned for.

Your shaking hands darted forward to claw at his hair, half-lidded eyes catching your reflection in the mirror once more. Your skin was warm, your breasts heaving as your spine drew into a fine arch and your lips parted to gasp in all the oxygen you could get to your dizzy brain, heels digging into the prominent muscles in his back. He felt every quiver and twitch of your muscles and it only spurred him on. He ate you up like you were his last meal.

Your vision went white as your climax crashed over you hard– the sounds he made were obscene, a satisfied groan vibrating from deep in his chest at the syrupy sweet taste of your arousal. It was an essence he couldn’t possibly get enough of.

As you laid there panting, your legs shaking after the tension in them released, Leon’s eyes dragged up the length of your body with pride. He carefully pulled your panties back into place with a sweet kiss to the bow in the center of them and an affectionate pat to the thigh. 

“There’s a good girl,” He hummed, crawling up from between your legs to kiss you, his mouth still warm and slightly slick with your own spend. “A perfect little doll. All I have to do is pull the right strings to get you to sing for me, huh, princess?”

Once more, you nodded, eyes fluttering shut just for a moment as he kissed your forehead. Then, he stood to his full height again, one hand taking yours and the other steadying you by the dip of your waist as he raised you up to join him, wobbly knees be damned. After all, he wasn’t finished playing dress-up yet. He took a moment to ensure you had regained your balance enough to be able to stand without assistance before opening up one of the wardrobes in search of the remainder of your outfit.

Moments like these only piqued your curiosity in terms of how his brain worked. Sure, you’d been dating for a long time and it was safe to say you knew him quite well, but his penchant for compartmentalization never ceased to astound you. He possessed the sometimes frightening ability to just switch his brain from one mode to the next.

You were brought back to reality once more by the feeling of his lips on your neck. He murmured into your ear, “Arms up, darlin’,” and he barely even finished saying it before you were complying.

You lifted your arms, and he slipped a new dress over your head. There it was, the compensation for being home late, for dropping off the face of the Earth again. The dress was flattering and soft, a delicate blush pink color with embroidered details along the bust and white lace hemming. He drew up the zipper without resistance, and as it reached its apex, the fabric hugged your form perfectly, as though the garment itself was made with you in mind.

Leon kneeled down to straighten out your stockings, and then the skirt of your dress, his eyes scanning over you meticulously in search of any little imperfections that might need fixing. Finding none, he wandered over to where he’d left his jacket, fishing a baby blue box out of the pocket. You had become quite familiar with that blue lately– Tiffany.

Nestled in the slender box was a dainty diamond necklace that now rested right at your collarbones, the clasp in the back secured with a smooch. He carded his fingers through your hair one last time before turning you around to look at yourself in the mirror, his hands rested on your hips, head stooped low to smother the crook of your throat in kisses.

“What do you think?” He whispered in your ear, nibbling gently at the shell.

“Beautiful,” You replied just as quietly, “Thank you, daddy.”

[bertoltblecht]

On Call - Eight

A/N: Back on my bullshit! I'm deeply appreciative of the comments, love and also recently anon asks complaining about the lack of hooking up. They all absolutely make my day. Please enjoy and let me know if you do!

Word count: 3617

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Sex, Mutual Pining, Suicidal Ideation, Anxiety, Comfort/Hurt, Where the comfort also hurts

Rose: the prognosis is not good 

It was 4pm on Robby’s day off, standing in the grocery store checkout line, and the preview text made his heart lurch. When he quickly opened the text and saw the accompanying image, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself. 

The damned IKEA bookcase of yore was broken and clearly off-kilter. Even before it was in this state of disrepair, it was responsible for the faint scar he could still see if he caught Rose at the right angle under the lights in one of the trauma rooms. 

Robby glanced at the person still ahead of him in line before typing out a reply. 

Robby: not sure further intervention is going to yield good long term results there 

He couldn’t help but watch the revolving dots as she typed.

Rose: sometimes it’s hard to say goodbye 

Robby: call time of death

Robby: it made an attempt on your life

Rose: it killed something alright   

Rose: out it goes

Rose: rip billy bookcase 

The older woman behind him cleared her throat because he was standing like a jag with his phone out while it was his turn. “Sorry,” he winced and quickly paid for his items.  

Robby had two armfuls of groceries and no hands to text back. His walk home was occupied thinking about the strong implication of her text. It wasn’t really an implication at all. She also wasn’t wrong. Who knows how long Robby would have let them carry on if Dana hadn’t made him feel like he was on the verge of ruining a masterpiece that night? If he hadn’t suddenly realized while he stitched her up that her future was far more important than the balm her presence had been to his existence? 

A soft chuckle escaped him as he realized he was flattering himself. Rose Reilly would have eventually tired of him. 

With the grocery haul put away and the desire to cook dinner not yet formed, Robby sat on the couch and pulled out his phone again. 

Robby: med students break all your stuff or just the cursed bookshelf? 

Rose: the shelf a box of wine glasses and a mirror 

Robby: yikes did they drink the beer before they did the work?

Rose: let’s just say i’m going to have personal beef with some of them when they start their emergency rotations. you’ll know why and i won’t apologize for it 

Rose: they’re gone now though and i need a drink after it all. ace’s is calling my name 

It wasn’t exactly an invitation. 

To be precise, Rose didn’t need a drink–she needed several more drinks. After she kicked the med students out of her apartment and successfully removed all the broken glass without incident, Rose had crushed the beer she snagged from the cooler as they left. 

So much fucking glass, and the last thing she wanted to do was suture someone still on their parents’ health insurance, so they were booted after living room had abruptly become a major hazard.  They stacked the rest of the boxes near the door and in the kitchen, then left apologetically while Rose cleaned up. 

The bookshelf had been the icing on the cake. She hadn’t even noticed until she went into the bedroom. 

When Robby stopped responding, she wondered if she had overstepped. It was a bit of a crass joke but she originally debated saying it had killed his boner and surely that was more out of line. 

Instead of dealing with those feelings or stashing away the jumbled pile of her belongings,  Rose opted to make her bed. The new bed with the new bedding she’d decided would be the other way she celebrated being a senior resident. Even if she didn’t sleep well, she could at least lie in a king bed with a half dozen pillows. 

Her phone pinged while she was finishing up, and Rose wished she weren’t a little relieved as she flopped back on the fresh sheets.  

She was admittedly hoping he would take the implied invitation. She was going regardless because there was nothing to eat or drink here and she needed both. And hey, he was in the neighborhood. It would be unfriendly not to say hi if they were in the same place.  

So what if she couldn’t stop thinking about the elevator? Her alarm that morning had woke her from a rather pleasant extended version of those events where they had enough time to find out exactly how he was planning on distracting her. 

Rose wanted to know too. That was part of the problem.

Ace’s was a shitty bar that mostly sold buckets of beers and fried food. It was somewhere between her place and Robby’s, and it was close enough to the hospital you could run into people. That is, if they were interested in a shitty dive bar. 

Which Rose was. 

It had a single old Golden Tee game and a half dozen TVs. Rose learned in med school she was too competitive for Golden Tee. A childhood spent in cracked leather booths vying with her brothers for turns at the arcade games made her quietly ruthless in a way that was easy to miss until winning was on the line. 

After she placed her food order and the bartender brought over a bucket with icy cans, Rose heard the door open and it took every bit of self control and dignity not to immediately look. She didn’t have to suffer wondering long as Robby’s tall frame slid into the seat beside her at the bar. 

“Of all the beer bucket joints in the Burgh…” Robby’s voice hummed with amusement as Rose turned to smile at him. 

“What a very small world it is.” She had to press her lips together so as not to full-on beam at him. 

If she looked him right in the eyes, she would turn to dust so instead she passed him one of the cans and then cracked her own. 

“Many thanks.” 

Their cans nudged in cheers before they both took a long sip. They shared a side-glance, making eye contact.  Neither could help but laugh. 

“So explain to me how exactly all of those things ended up broken?” Robby was the one to break the silence. 

Rose groaned and shook her head. “Absolutely no idea on the bookshelf. Didn’t opt for an autopsy yet. As for the mirror, well, Andrew and Dylan couldn’t navigate the couch and Dylan tripped over his feet and took Andrew down with him. The box of wine glasses probably shattered on the way over but the kicker was that Josh dropped the box to pull out his phone when his friends fell down.” She sighed dramatically and smiled over at him. “They were basically the Three Stooges, and I’m going to wonder forever if I got all the glass.” 

Robby leaned his cheek on his hand, elbow on the bar as he listened intently with a sympathetic smile. “And on top of that you had to buy your own beer bucket.” 

“Didn’t want to get locked up for loitering in case you didn’t take the hint.” 

“Trust me, it would not have been because I didn’t detect the offer.” He inhaled deeply. 

“Glad you came,” Rose offered easily, very glad her plate of onion rings had arrived. “You can have some, but you have to be the one who checks to see if they’re still the temperature of the sun every thirty seconds.” 

He released the held breath in a laugh. “I can accept those terms.” Rose always made it easy for him. 

Over the shared meal, she made him tell her about stabilizing the code silver guy.

“I let Langdon do the peritoneal tap and he looked like he might do a little jig.” Robby was a little loose-lipped when he’d had a couple. “Glad he’s going to make it though. They’re already taking bets on what comes out in the court case. I had to google what ‘milkshake duck’ meant when I saw it on a sticky note.” 

Rose pushed her tongue against her cheek to keep from smirking at the admission, but he hit her with a stern look anyway.

“Shooting him and then coming back to stab him is pretty wild behavior. I guess we’ll have to see what happened to inspire such a strong reaction,” she said, finishing her beer. “I’ve got no stake in that pool. I don’t like the ones that are more likely bummers than quirky and fun.” 

After a moment, Robby tilted his head and nodded in concession. 

A beat of silence and then Robby couldn’t stop himself. “So I didn’t know you… had uh… Panic attacks?” He finished as though asking for clarification on what he’d seen the day before. 

“Up until yesterday, I had a perfect record of not having them inside the hospital,” she said mildly, pulling the last two beers from the bucket and setting one in front of him. 

“Do you have them a lot?” Robby didn’t stop looking at her and Rose didn’t stop looking forward, but her eyes narrowed a little as she considered the weight behind the question.  

“Do you?” 

Her tone was light, but it was like he suddenly remembered she had seen him in a state not dissimilar to hers in the elevator. His shoulders sank and he laughed, shaking his head as he let it drop toward the bar. 

“Anyone ever told you that you’re hard to get to know?” 

“No.” Rose answered genuinely with a laugh. “I’m not mysterious. I’m pretty easy actually, I’m compelled to provide answers to questions. Just not ones being asked with the weight of a truck behind them.” 

Robby groaned in response, rubbing his hands over his face. “What truck? There’s no truck.” 

“I know, I know, but you try having your big, brown eyes ask with your doctor voice how often you’re having panic attacks and try not to feel like you’re supposed to lie.” Rose patted him on the back as she smirked a little. 

“You’re not supposed to lie to your doctor.” 

“You’re right, you should lie by omission and just not tell them you’re having them at all.” Rose tapped her can against his with a big grin. 

The pained but amused look on his face made her take pity on him. “I’ve had them for a very long time, and I’ve got a lot of tricks for not having them when it matters but I get thrown off sometimes,” she explained.

Opening her last beer, she swiveled her barstool in his direction. “Jack said my friend told you guys the story about the mushrooms in the woods and while I can only imagine what his recollection of that was… my panic attacks started around then, and it took a while to learn to manage the way I do now.” 

Robby took a moment and sighed. “Yeah… I gotta be honest I did not like how he told that story. I don’t think Jack did either. He seemed to think it was a really funny high school story and not… what it was.” 

Rose lifted a shoulder. “We’ve all got weird shit, I just don’t usually tell that story to coworkers. No one likes to hear about a 14-year-old off her head and lost in the woods. They start to look at you like they want to know how often you’re having panic attacks.” Rose had to end with light teasing because Robby visibly flinched at the age tidbit, and she realized Ben must have left that part out. 

His eyes crinkled with the gentle smile he offered, and Rose found herself grateful he didn’t feel the need to say anything.

“Your turn,” she prodded lightly. 

A noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh left Robby and he shrugged, clearing his throat. “College? I think I had the first one. Combination of lack of sleep and stress and whatever personal bullshit. Really thought I was dying at the time.” He scratched his cheek. “Got really bad in med school for a while. Found things to help around then because I couldn’t just push through it. Now… it’s usually when there’s a build-up. Takes a shitty venn diagram.” 

Rose almost felt like she should be holding her breath, like he was an animal in the woods she was trying to observe and if he realized she was there he’d dart off. It was stilted, but it was the most he’d ever opened up. She wanted him to know she was there though, so she exhaled and let her hand rest on his arm. 

“That’s what happened in the elevator. Just too many things not in my control. No clear next thing to do.” 

His gaze found hers and her throat went dry. Perhaps the ordeal of being known wasn’t all that mortifying if it meant someone looking at her with the understanding she found in him. 

The bartender coming over to check on them ended the moment as the jukebox turned over. 

Oh baby, don't it feel like heaven right now?

Don't it feel like something from a dream?

Yeah, I've never known nothing quite like this

Don't it feel like tonight might never be again?

Baby, we know better than to try and pretend

Tom Petty could fuck off with that right now. 

“Want to get out of here?” 

It was Robby who said the words that were trying to escape her. 

“Yes.” 

They were greeted outside by a rumble of distant summer thunder and a misting of rain coming down. Other people were exiting the bar and Robby’s hand found her elbow to tug her into the side alley, his lips finding hers as soon as she was facing him again. 

Finally.

Rose went willingly. One of his arms wrapped around her waist and the other hung by his side as he kissed her. Her hand cupped his cheek, fingertips against his neck pulling him down into her. 

Breaking away breathlessly, Robby’s lips continued along her cheek, jaw and down her neck. 

“Now it’s only a ten minute walk to your bedroom,” he mumbled against her throat. The soft sound she made raked through him. 

“Five minute walk to your couch,” she retorted, tugging him into another kiss.

Robby leaned back against the wall, his free hand sliding into the back pocket of her jean shorts and tugging her so she was standing with one of his legs between hers. She’d forgotten just how deliberate he could be. 

As his hand crept under her shirt to touch her bare skin, Robby forced himself to remember he was standing in the alley beside a bar very nearby their place of work. He pulled away to lean his forehead against hers, the hand in her pocket indulging in a squeeze that made her raise an eyebrow. 

“Couch it is.” His voice was rougher than usual, reverberating through his chest and scratching at her senses. Rose squeezed his leg between hers, making him exhale in a groan. He kissed the smirk from her face before having to once again center himself. 

“You’re going to kill me,” he sighed with a chuckle. “Come on.” 

Rose bit her lip against a grin as she held up her hands in surrender and let him step away. 

It was static between them as they stopped touching, a fuzzy, almost itchy feeling that left them bumping hands and nudging shoulders as they started down the street in the direction of his building. Five minutes of comfortable silence and rising potential, and they arrived. 

Robby gestured for her to enter as he pushed the door open and it was barely closed behind him before Rose found herself against the opposite wall. They had made it away from potential prying eyes and his burning desire for more touch drove him as he kissed her hard, pulling her thigh up to his hip, thumb rubbing over her knee as he pressed impossibly closer. The stretch pulled the seam of her shorts and made her whimper against his lips. 

Fuck, he couldn’t even use thinking about baseball to stay in the game because that reminded him of her too. 

Their clothes ended up scattered along a path to the living room. Rose nudged him to sit back on the couch, losing physical contact for only a moment before her knees straddled his legs. 

They weren’t frantic or rushed, but a raw desperation kept them from lingering too long through the beginning. 

Maybe it was the time spent having only memories of this, maybe it was his eyes catching her gaze and holding it, maybe it was his hands remembering the shape of her body as she moved - but even as they both worked toward release, Rose could feel the storm gathering in the back of her mind. She would be three for three on breaking her own heart as she walked out of his apartment again tonight. Her breath caught in her chest and she clenched around him with a gasp as he shifted for leverage and pressed to get them both there. 

Her name left his lips as his head fell to her shoulder, both of them shivering in the aftershocks. She kissed his neck, letting her fingers rub over his cheek, the rough prickle a grounding sensation. It felt so nice to be touched with kindness, to be held against his body with reverence. Tears stung her eyes as that thought pressed through her hazy mind to her conscious one. They were easily blinked away as she soaked in the warmth of him. 

It was a long time that they stayed there, the sweat drying uncomfortably over them but neither one wanted to figure out what was next. Finally, Rose broke away, catching him for a lingering kiss before she stood. It was easy enough to find her clothes as she headed for the bathroom. It was harder to avoid looking at herself in the mirror as she quickly cleaned up and got dressed. 

When she came back, the Pirates were being absolutely crushed by the Dodgers on the TV and Robby was standing shirtless in his kitchen starting a pot of coffee. He hummed when Rose wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. 

The kitchen window was cracked open, letting in the sound and scent of the summer downpour. Robby turned around, his hand sliding up her arm to the side of her neck. “Thought I’d make some coffee, catch the end of the game, wait out the rain before I walk you home.” 

Rose only nodded, tipping her chin to kiss him again before letting him slip away when the coffee pot finished. 

The Pirates embarrassed themselves as usual while she focused on the sound of the rain and the way Robby’s fingertips traced absent patterns on her legs in his lap. The rain ended before the game did, but they weren’t quick to move, letting the last two innings wrap up.

“I guess at least they’re consistently bad now, still reliable in their own way,” Rose offered as she stood and Robby turned off the TV with a laugh. 

In his entryway, he caught her hand to tug her into a soft kiss. Rose gave him a small smile as they separated, and he felt his chest tighten uncomfortably. Maybe she made it too easy for him. He swallowed the sudden guilt that settled in alongside the ache as they headed downstairs.

The air outside was heavy but fresh from the rain. The silence between them was light. As they approached her building, for the first time in hours she remembered she was going home to a new place. She suddenly felt caught between transient states. Knowing she couldn't linger in that feeling for fear of drowning in it, Rose stole one more kiss in case this was the last time they were ever stupid enough to do this. 

They both started to say something but shrugged and laughed instead. What was there to say? 

“I want to see the new place sometime when you’ve had a chance to unpack and settle,” Robby said softly. It lit a small spark in her chest, the prospect of another time. “Pending your formal invitation, of course, or should I just leave my calling card?” His mouth twitched upward. 

“I’ll have to see where I might be able to pencil you in. It’s hazardous right now with the cursed objects around.” Rose chuckled. “Thanks for the ride.” She smirked as his ears and neck turned red. 

“Get outta here before I implode,” he waved her off but he smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow,” Rose confirmed before heading inside.

It wasn’t worth sifting through the emotions in her tonight. Instead, Rose took a long shower and crawled into the new bed. 

Maybe they should have come to her place. The boxes and general disorder were understandable given the timing and she might have even convinced him to stay the night. Sex with Robby was good, often great. She just didn’t expect that passing out next to him was going to be the part she missed the most. The sleep was embarrassingly high on the list of their previous arrangement’s perks. 

It would be easy to tell herself a nice lie about being in a new space and the day being long and weird, but it had been the intense coupling and parting that left her chest cavity feeling drafty. It was a familiar feeling though and one she knew would pass with a night’s sleep, with or without his warm body beside her. 

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[dia-souls]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Analyzes [ Vol. 3 Sakamaki Reiji ]

Original title: 遅い朝に

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 3 Sakamaki Reiji

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Analyze by: Admin Afra

Admin's note: My God. This CD really moved me to tears. I can boldly say that Reiji has one of the most reasonable behavior in managing such a crisis. Among all the CDs I listened to, he was one of the few boys who was willing to find a solution to cure Yui without losing his cool or thinking about killing himself. This man is truly a gentleman.

What a beautiful flashback to describe Reiji's love. Sometimes I think about the words of these vampires who are so kind and I ask myself if this is really the same boy? Is this the same boy who tortured and humiliated Yui to the point of death at the beginning of their relationship? And now he wants to go to the death to save the same girl?

It's really hard to believe that these boys have changed so much, but I think it's really beautiful that they all got the concept of love. This also applies to Reiji. Reiji's own description of how he was changed by Yui is beautiful to me. Reiji believes that Yui has taught him humanity, something that was hard for Reiji to accept, but Reiji himself realizes over time that Yui is a treasure that he gained from this. Just like chinaware is a treasure for Reiji, Yui is another treasure for him that he wants to take care of with all his heart.

But what is important is that Reiji will never let go of the treasure he cares about, so he chooses to never let go of Yui's hand and stay by her side forever. Reiji's words are said while he decides to abandon the investigation and enjoy his last minutes with Yui. It can be understood from his words, does it mean forever that he will follow Yui even after death?

When Feshbak ends, I see a normal daily life of Yui and her partner again. This time Reiji tries to wake up Yui and complains about Yui being lazy and sleeping too much.

I don't know how others see their relationship but I always find it so cute how Rosji tries to teach Yui like a father and teach her good manners. Yui's playfulness and clumsiness is always endearing to me and I'm sure Reiji enjoys it too.

What really caught my attention was that Reiji noticed something strange about Yui's health condition just by looking at Yui's walk. Everyone knows someone else who was so quick to notice the abnormality in his behavior and health. Honestly, the rest of the boys needed at least two tracks to realize this. This shows that when it comes to Yui's health, Reiji is smarter than the others and realizes it sooner.

As usual, spending a beautiful day drinking tea with Reiji. This is very enjoyable.

Also, Reiji, who certainly cares more about his father's royal parties than anyone else and likes to train Yui for it, is very gentlemanly. I honestly feel that Reiji is really like a kind father to Yui. We can even say that Reiji has acted more like a father to Yui than Seiji.

The dance ceremony looked very interesting and Reiji's jealousy was very cute. The fact that he took Yui out because he didn't want other men to look at her simply shows how easily he can get jealous. Also, I have no doubts about Reiji's unique taste in clothing. I'm sure he made Yui so beautiful that he made all the men attracted to her.

Walking with Yui makes Reiji more aware of Yui's poor health. Of course, I'm pretty sure Reiji already knew about it, he just didn't want to worry Yui about it, or felt like it wasn't too important to worry about.

But when he carried her in his arms, he had undoubtedly noticed her low weight. And as he himself said, the irregular rhythm of her heart as well as the different smell of her blood had convinced him of this and started his research to find a solution to cure Yui.

As expected, Reiji is one of those boys who tries to act rationally in such situations and instead of thinking about suicide because he loses his love, he decides to look for a solution. What most boys did not do. Well, to be honest, I really like this feature of Reiji and I think he did better and more reasonable than all his brothers in this case.

The interaction between him and Yui in track 3 can be interpreted as a symbolic relationship of Reiji's love for Yui, who is precious to him like a treasure. When Yui accidentally breaks Reiji's china cup, Reiji likens it to something interesting. That something that is not eternal will disappear one day. Reiji may have once thought that because vampires were immortal, death was like a celebration for them, but he soon realized that it was different when it came to something you hold dear. You simply do not like to lose someone dear to you.

In this track, I would like to mention more details. For example, Reiji used to punish Yui with a whip for breaking his china cups, but in this departure, when he found out, he was more worried about Yui getting hurt than anything else. It's very interesting how one of Reiji's main obsessions has been changed by Yui and I find it very very valuable.

Maybe that was the reason for Yui's insistence on fixing it. I can boldly say that Yui never has high expectations from her partner. She never looks for expensive gifts and clothes. The only thing Yui wants from her partner is pure and simple love. When Yui does something bad, she feels guilty because she was hurt by that boy before and thinks she deserves to be punished. This can refer to their past relationship. Before, Reiji or even all the boys would punish Yui for the smallest mistake. It can be said that over time, Yui has made herself believe that she is nothing but a moving blood bag and that the only value is her blood, so when she does something bad, she deserves to be punished. And maybe the reason is Yui, who keeps trying to offer her blood to the boys because she believes that her value can only be summed up in her blood.

But what Yui doesn't realize is that the boys have changed over time because of Yui's golden heart and humanity. They have learned humanity from Yui and this is something that Reiji himself has admitted to.

Reiji can't imagine life without Yui just like all the boys. Although he wants Yui's blood, Reiji tries to control himself so as not to cause harm, and it can be said that this action seems completely fair and natural from someone like Reiji.

Reiji's thinking is all about Yui's bad health and the fact that he can't find a solution for it makes him conclude that he is the cause of it because he always sucked her blood.

When Reiji went from imagining a room without Yui and a house without Yui to a world without Yui, I realized something. Reiji thinks that Yui's existence is necessary not only for himself but also for the world. In his opinion, the world needs someone like Yui, that's why he doesn't want to let Yui disappear from this world.

Reiji's efforts to find a solution are futile and therefore he considers himself useless. When he realized that Yui knew about this, he accepted Yui's request to be together. But I doubt that Reiji, by accepting this request, was content to give up and stop trying. I mean, we're talking about Reiji. A person who never gives up to achieve his goal.

But he agrees to spend the remaining time with Yui to make Yui happy. I feel that Reiji feels remorse for the sins he committed against Yui in the past and wants to make it up to Yui in some way.

I realized this because Reiji tested the drugs he made on his own body. This was what he used to do with Yui in the past. He was experimenting on her body and forcing her to take her medicine. It can be said that Reiji now realizes how much he hurt Yui and somehow experiencing this karma made him blame himself for Yui's current state.

Reiji wants to give Yui her last wish. But I guess her last wish as a human being, not the last wish of her life. Because at the end of the track, Reiji said, "I will give you a kiss with the promise of eternal love." Well, here we can have different interpretations of this sentence. But my impression is that Reiji plans to turn Yui into a vampire to make this love eternal. As he said in the previous episodes, he cannot imagine a world without Yui and he will be by her side forever.

Forever can mean even after death but I know Reiji as someone who will never give up on what he wants and even if he has to turn her into a vampire to keep Yui he will do it.

In the end, Yui's life for Reiji was like the same flower that he intended to pick. Yui was a beautiful and fragrant flower that always shine next to him and tempted him to pick her, and with this, Reiji shortened her life and he can no longer be by her side forever. He can resurrect this flower as an immortal being, but this flower will forever have a different color and smell just like Yui.

[riemanifests]

Hi darling :) i usually never do this because i know when you complain and keep asking about why you don't have your desire, you just confirm that you don't have it but i really need help now :( my soulmate cat was just diagnosed with mammary cancer and she has a golfball-sized tumor on her belly, we don't even know if it has spread but there's a chance that it might've. unfortunately there's nothing we can do anymore because the vet didn't give her much longer to live because the tumor has opened and is oozing now. i'm extremely sad because she is my soulmate cat and i've had her since i was 14 and i'm 26 now, i really really don't wanna lose her, i love her so so much.so i feel like my only option is now to manifest that the tumor is fully healing by itself and that she'll be fine and happily live with me at least another 10 years in perfect health. but unfortunately i'm struggling so much doing so: i waver A LOT, i focus a lot on the 3D (basically seeing her not feeling well) instead of the 4d and i cry so easily and get so upset when i realize that i might lose her very soon. i would really appreciate it if you could help me and give me some advice on how to stop wavering like every 5 minutes and how to stop focusing on the 3d 😭😭

hi love, thank you so much for your send. i’m going to give you my words of advice and it's going to be a lot, so its important that you take your time to understand everything and actually apply this on your own. ┈┈ 　⊹　Give yourself some grace you don't have to be perfect or feeling 100% okay to manifest. manifestation is completely impersonal and positive feelings aren't required to manifest. so for how much you're struggling be kind to yourself, reassure yourself, and give yourself some grace. even though things can be changed, it's okay to recognize how the circumstance hurt you. but the point is knowing that just because a moment ago the vet told you she doesn't have long to live, doesn't mean that a moment later that has to still be the case. you have the power to change it, so change it for yourself and your cat. ┈┈ 　⊹　Let yourself feel sad whenever you need to anytime you need to cry or be sad and upset, let yourself. release those emotions. don't just bottle up your feelings, because they can't affect your manifestations as long as you let them leave when its time for them to. if you want to use crying to your benefit, then every time you cry you can tell yourself that you're crying tears of joy because of hearing the news that your cat has gotten so much better and has completely healed from the tumor. but try not to dwell too much on those feelings especially when you feel okay enough not to. ┈┈ 　⊹　Start focusing on what you want to happen "what you focus on is what you get more of". i know it must be really hard to not want to think about it every second or worry, but if you focus on what you do want like your cat being healthy and the tumor being gone, then that will manifest. however if you keep focusing on the old story it's just going to grow more and keep manifesting. the more you focus on the new story is the faster it will manifest. ┈┈ 　⊹　Ways you can manifest this i get the sense that living in the end and fully claiming she's healed right now might be hard for you, so here's a few methods that could help - imagining the tumor getting smaller everytime you visualize it. you can do this in a meditation or quick little scene, and you can also affirm to yourself that "it's getting much smaller by the minute" or "everytime i look at it it's completely going away". and then when you're ready, you can tell yourself it's gone away completely and she has fully healed. - just affirming that it's going away completely and she's healing so quickly or "i know that she's going to get much better soon and completely heal from this". - anytime you see or sit with your cat talk to her about how healthy she is and how you’re so happy that she recovered. - this is to hopefully help it be less triggering when you're with her.

┈┈ 　⊹　Addressing your struggles ⟡ .　Wavering

only you can stop yourself from wavering, because this is your mind. it's up to you to take some accountability and discipline your mind to stay loyal to the new story, despite anything else - which is persisting. everytime you catch yourself about to waver ask yourself this: "is this aligned with my desired story?" "do i really have to give into this right now?" and "where is this coming from?". if the wavering is coming from doubt, address that doubt, figure out why you have it, and then turn it around. but again, it's your responsibility to manifest this for yourself. you can do it, but are you willing to go all in for it? the faster you just stay focused on the new story is the faster reality will reflect it. you do not have to be 100% or perfect all of the time, you just have to be consistent. also the more you stop giving into the urges and start persisting is the easier it will get. ⟡ .　Checking the 3d

mind = reality and reality is the loyal mirror of your mind, so what are you checking for? trust me, you will know when reality has reflected your mental change. you don't have to look for it and you don't have to let reality dictate your story, reality is literally just reflecting you. you are the one who decides the story. everytime you want to check the 3d remind yourself where reality even comes from in the first place, go within and focus on what you do want to happen, and try to move on with your day. if you're mentally claiming it then there's nothing you need to worry about, since it's done at that point. ⟡ .　Seeing her in the same state

i understand how hard this must be to have the circumstance right in front of your face, but know that things can change around quickly. remind yourself that it can happen overnight and remind yourself that reality is not fixed. it is not permanent. reality is always changing even if you can't see it, which you can't even see all of reality. and again if you change mentally, reality must change along with you. don't limit yourself and also don't let yourself think the choice has already been made for you. it has not. you can do this.

[peachjagiya]

Dear Peach, did you see the Restaurant manager’s clarification on his post of noir_kia’s fan art?

“whw_hk__1.31 13h :

Silently, there are some weird posts, so l'll be precise. I love all of BTS and they're saying ridiculous things about guys dating, so please stop saying weird things on my social media. We love everyone and they are really kind and precious people. They are having a hard time in the military right now and we pray for their health and always cheer them on from afar and only those who wish them well should leave comments. If you're going to say weird things, do it somewhere else.”

I was not expecting him to say: YES, these 2 are a couple, but his stance is pretty strong. Can’t it be that we just overthink Taekook for more than just great close friends (just for now?)

I recently read an interview about a similar situation with Louis Tomlinson & Harry Styles and seems so familiar with what we do with Tae and JK…

https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/louis-tomlinson-harry-styles-larry-conspiracy-1235001225/

Louis even sort of said all these rumors damaged his relationship with Harry. What do you think?

I'll be honest... I can't quite read the tone of his reply. I'm unsure which comments he's taking offence to.

At first, I thought he was saying guys dating was ridiculous and weird and was ready to be annoyed but I actually think it looks like some people overstepped the mark and that could be what he's calling ridiculous and weird.

He does also say "only those who wish them well" should leave comments so maybe what he's actually complaining about is people being aggressive in the comments.

It was, after all, him liking comments about them being married. Maybe he was just liking them because they were positive comments without really reading them. But I do think if he's taking umbrage at Taekook comments specifically - he doesn't specify - he maybe... should read what he's liking?! It could be unwittingly but he has contributed here. Like he posted that, nobody else did?

Maybe he just thought they looked like bestie best friends and didn't bother to click and see what else Kia posts.

I had a little bit of an initial "UHM WHAT?" response yesterday but then I chilled and thought "hang on, why would have insider information about them in any way?"

He is literally just a guy in a restaurant, it's hardly like they're coming in going "So we'll take six tables, free ice cream for armys and by the way, we're GAYYYYY. TOGETHER."

As for the Larry stuff, I was thinking about this earlier. I don't think a lot of people realise how little would change for me if it was revealed they weren't a couple. 75% of the time I'm arguing that it's not impossible that they are; that Tae is important to JK; that Jennie looked a lot like media play; that they're super close because Jimkookers seem incapable of accepting that. I'd still be here defending Tae against accusations of being an annoyance to JK who just shows up places where he is for clout. I'd still be arguing over Jungkook's unfair characterisation. I'd still think ITS was a truth-bending moment.

I'd still be arguing with y'alls over the same stuff.

I'd still find their faces at Dreamiere beautiful, I'd still find Hawaii wonderful. None of this changes in that eventuality and I always keep the possibility at the back of my mind.

So while yes, I do happen to believe it and would have a few confusions about why certain things happened, my life won't change much! So I don't feel particularly like I am overthinking. I'm not overstepping by going into lives or weverse or instagram posts to scream about Taekook to people who don't wanna hear it. I'm not even on twitter where I know they read! It's a clearly labelled Taekook blog and if you're here and reading this, it was because you chose to.

But I think it's REALLY important that you make your own mind up about how comfortable you feel in this space if this Larry article has bothered you. I can't be your compass on this.

💜

[destinyc1020]

I don't always agree with your views but I enjoy your blog. I miss the days when a difference in opinion didn't resort to attacking. I miss pre-covid when people were more tolerant

Zendaya and Tom didn't adandon social media just because they are older, they are off social media mostly because of people being negative and attacking them. When Tom was filming TCR and people comparing how he looked to Anne Frank thinking it was funny. Big surprise he then announced his break from IG. Zendaya grieving the death of her co-star and people attacking her. Then attacking her lack of response to the middle east in October which I feel was the final straw for her.

People don't have to agree with every opinion but there is no need for name calling. All you achieve when you do that is the risk of driving people away.

Thank you Anon 🙏🏾 I appreciate your kind words. 🥰

I totally miss the more care-free days of the pre-pandemic era as well. People have become incredibly wound way too tightly these days. 🥴

Anytime you (Gen you) are getting SO ANGRY and having an issue with who someone chooses to post on their OWN personal blog, that is a sign that maybe you need to take a vacation, go out and touch some grass, or do something to improve your mental health or well-being, because it is really not that serious. Imagine, being annoyed at something as minuscule as that, when there are waaaay more important things going on in the world today to be angry about. 😒

Look....I follow a VARIETY of blogs (as you all can probably tell), and even if I'm not a fan of every single person that individual posts or blogs about, I still appreciate their posts, and I don't have ANY issues seeing other actors on my timeline feed. Not at all.... not in the least! To me, it's really not that serious. I love MANY different actors and celebrities in Hollywood, and I've posted about a ton of various people (and topics!) on my blog.

And why that Anon was coming for my post about Denis, acting like I need to "quit complaining"....ummmm, I only mentioned him ONCE in reference to my thoughts of him being snubbed for a Best Director nod. ONCE!! The Oscar nominations just came out yesterday! You think I wouldn't have an opinion on some things? 🥴 I saw Josh's IG story this morning and agreed with him. That's it!

No, that Anon was really just showing what they were TRULY upset at, which was the fact that I post Timmy and Austin on my blog too "frequently" for their liking I guess. 🙄😒 The truth finally came out towards the end of their ask. 🙄

I'm sorry if I like Austin and Timmy. I'm SORRY if some of them have been filming and also doing press tours and interviews over the past several months... and one just got nominated for an Oscar. One just broke up with his gf.... like, c'mon! Look, I'm sorry!

I swear 🤦🏾‍♀️

And even if NONE of those things were even happening, I still have a right to post whatever and WHOEVER I want on my blog. 🙄 Point blank. End of story.

I don't like people who try to police other people's blogs or manage what they post. That's so dumb and silly imo. 🙄

Re: Tom & Zendaya....

Yea girl, I totally don't blame Tom or Z for getting off social media and also not even interacting with fans on there anymore. People are CRAZY out here, and you really have to protect your peace! I can only imagine how much worse it is for them, when me as a normal person is getting unnecessary hate for no good reason.

Even if we don't always agree on a topic, there are ways to express your disagreement in a very respectful and open way. We don't have to resort to name-calling or rude asks. 🙄

I've always said that I don't mind dissenting opinions, but at the very least, be respectful when you share them?

Anyway, I think it's a shame what Tom and Z went through, especially making fun of someone's looks when he's filming for a role (hello??), or acting like Z has to be the authority on all issues going on around the world?? Like, come on! 🤨 That's way too much pressure. And I don't blame her for just not even posting anything on her IG anymore about ANY issues. People don't know how to act. 🙄 Or, they'll say, "you posted for x issue, but not for y issue!! You're a hypocrite!" 🥴

Well guess what, now she doesn't post for anything. Happy?

While I do miss Tom and Z's more carefree days on social media, I'm actually very glad that they have both decided to protect their peace. 🙏🏾❤️

[halt-kun]

My Hero Academia Chapter 430 - My Hero Academia

THE FINAL CHAPTER IS OUT

I LOVE THEMMMMMMMM SO MUCH

ARGH the unavoidable timeskip chapter

I swear to god if some people are together and we didn't see any confession I'll BE MAD

Izuku is now a teacher at UA narrating everything that happened before in his memoir

KODA's HERE TOOO

AND some cool looking lady (or boy I don't know)

So in the next two years, Izuku loses the embers definitely

MOMA IS HERE

Are Gran Torino and Recovery Girl together now ?

Bakugou is sooooo tired at this exam (Izuku is no better)

another sports festival with Todoroki leading

MA GIRL MIRKOOOOOO, still kicking (bad guys). She's a funny arm now

Shoji being important for heteromorphs it seems

Koda and Eri being friends (we all know people even if they're together in primary school, they'll definitely split up before the end of middle school but stay friends)

Hawks is still Tokoyami's dad, or maybe older sibling

Endeavor looking good all bandaged up

Aizawa and Mic praying for their lost boyfriend together

WHO'S THAT GIRL

Iida is without the suprise, the third year doing a speech

Bakugou fucks it up with Monoma (it seems like he recovered well)

I just thought of the rarepair Monoma/Bakugou, that would be a nightmare for everyone in both class 1-A and 1-B. Competitive boyfriends who never tone it down

So Deku is 24, fresh out of university and already a teacher, nice

Those don't look like middle school kids

The furry wants to do programming, what a suprise. Gentle and Lovelover will love you (they're furries too)

MEI IS WORKING SOOOOOO GOOD

I ship introvert/extrovert so much, goooo

Seems like this might lead to some other dark age where only the few heroes are idealized and people do nothing else than complain

or is it just implying Hawks dream came true and they don't need more professional heroes ? (probably that)

Of course everybody wants to be Katsuki, Todo or Deku but you're lacking TRAUMA

Shoji is soooooo cool

fixing racism

just that

Koda and the class B dude are hyped

Wow, this must be the seriously effecient team of their generation

Uraraka fixed quirk mental health cool

ERIIIIII OOOOOooooh maybe she was the long haired girl from a few pages ago

Bakugou will never change, that's why we love him

(well he actually did change but fuck it you get it)

TOGATA FIRST HERO

WHAT ABOUT TAMAKI ???????? ARE THEY TEAMED UP ? PARTNERS ?

Midoriya and Aizawa are such nice friends, Izuku does feel a bit left out and sad to be quirkless

I'm not sure he will ever get past that

I wonder what they mean : "popular with men" (we all know, shhhhh....)

Oh no that poor baby is going to fall ????

Who will get him up ????

Oh wow you caught him ????? He seemed so far

well the other child fell for some reason, how did he ?

Oh no that's the teenager from before

talking to the All Might statue everyday

I wonder what his weak quirk is

No more OFA Deku, you'll have to break his dreams

All Might could magically not break yours earlier in the series (like 340 chapters ago)

Thank god you're a quirk nerd

(says the guy that would also be a huge one)

YAY

Thanks Deku

soooo cute

Quite bold to call him a kid while being 24 Midoriya

THE END

HE'S HERE AGAIN

Bakugou made up a project with everyone so that Deku could become Ironman ????? Cool

I'm touched

so cute

Deku is about to cry (one last time)

YEP HE CRYING

and I wouldn't know how to say it better All Might

BAKUGOU TEAMING UP WITH DEKU

CO-N°1

TITLE DROPPPPP

I'm CRYIIIIIIIIING

oh no i felt fine before but this is too much at once

They are all looking so coooool

Ojiro, Mina, Tokoyami and Yaomomo especially so

WAIT BAKUGOU, ARE THOSE DREADS ?????? No it looks more like Atebas (I know it's for the dynamite reference but still)

Jiro still has one ear

Cute

I forgot it was the anniversary

Well I don't know how to conclude, this feels so weird

it was such a ride

the anime is still coming out so it doesn't feel like the end yet

I'm excited for what's coming next from Horikoshi

(PLEASE NO SPINN OFF OR SEQUEL OR ANYTHING)

A NEW WORLD

NEW CONCEPTS

HAVE FUN

THE END

[asherlockstudy]

Did you give your thoughts about the colonoscopies? I would love to know your take on what was said and implied because I have some thoughts..

I almost didn’t do it but okay let’s go.

The Brolonoscopy (they pronounced it as Brolinoscopy?)

I will once more start with the puzzle piece reference. Let’s see the exact quote: “Well, the technical term is colonoscopy when a doctor explores your large intestine with a little camera to check for signs of cancer, polyps, gastrointestinal abnormalities, missing puzzle pieces. It could be anything.” Okay, with all the objectivity I can master, the possibility of this being a throw-away statement and not a reference to their own old video is, very seriously, below 1%. Let’s start from what the joke is on the surface. The superficial joke is the weird objects people insert in their rectum for sexual gratification. But why say puzzle pieces of all things? I don’t think I need to explain why a puzzle piece has a shape that is not meant to offer any pleasure but is sure to cause huge discomfort. Nobody (I hope) would like the idea of sticking a puzzle piece up there = 0% pleasure, 100% cuts and pain. So why go with puzzle pieces and not a million other objects that would have a more reasonable shape? Furthermore, notice that it is the ONLY irrelevant item Rhett mentions. He says cancer, polyp, other health abnormalities… and MISSING PUZZLE PIECES. He jumps to it straight away. It is not part of a series of items that have no business in your butt. He just says this one, in specific, all alone and nothing else. Lastly, of course this quote is from the scripted intro. No incoherence, no thoughtless blabbering. Scripted intentional statement.

The Link butt flashing is nothing truly important, it’s a throwback, Link had also done it in the brosectomy. Rhett looked the other way but there was also a cut there lol

I love how butt flashing Link thought Rhett was being indecent because a little bit of the shoulder was showing 😂

Let’s go to drugged up Rhett. The things he says are: a) using buttplugs regularly, b) eating a lot of hotdogs (although when sane he has said he doesn’t often opt for actual hot dogs), c) a man fond of looking and entering the asshole (although when sane he identified as a vagina fan man). So he spoke of three things and all were associated with anal sex and more so gay anal sex (hot dog). I think at some point Link’s embarrassment almost became genuine. There’s more to be said here but I will come back to this later.

Rhett was somehow so endearing when he was mumbling how Link complains about everything except peanut butter.

Link makes it clear he’s fine with something going up his dookie shoot.

Overall, sedated Link is more of a normally sedated person than Rhett was and there is stuff to be said about it. But first, let’s talk about the normal stuff: when Link is brought to during the colonoscopy, he initially is antsy, has discomfort, asks repeatedly if the doctor found anything bad, tries to move. Those reactions were normal. The only not normal one up to this point was wanting to canoe down a colon… But, again, there’s a lot more to be said.

“I’m glad we saved ourselves for each other and broke the seal together” intentional joke when Rhett was fully awake.

Link also said something like “I spent all my life with a cone up my ass” probably a metaphor of repression.

And now: THE REAL PART

As a person who has had an endoscopy with anaesthesia (maybe more than a regular dosage), a relative who had one with half the typical dosage of anaesthesia and a thug relative who did it with NO anaesthesia, in case you are young and vibrant and healthy, which I very much hope so, and have not undergone such a procedure yet, let me tell you something: regarding many parts of their incoherent sedation, THAT’S NOT HOW BEING INCOHERENT DURING SEDATION WORKS.

Link commented in the end of the video that he was more out of it than Rhett was and Rhett disagreed due to all the insane stuff he had said, for which he took no responsibility. The thing is, Link was telling the truth and perhaps intentionally. He was more out of it than Rhett. “Out of it” here means being more sedated and therefore more incapable of communicating or talking. And certainly NOT saying sexual and other supposedly crazy stuff with extraordinary detail. There is proof for that in the video, as spoken by the doctor, which was not edited out.

The doctor said Rhett took less medicine than the typical dosage is and, you know, doctors have the tendency to minimize pain anyway. Which means that for the doctor to be impressed that Rhett handled it so well, he was in fact not all that drugged up. The dosage that was given to him was apparently enough to numb the pain / discomfort but he was pretty conscious for most of the time. Compare it to Link, who was given more medicine and when they tried to wake him as much as Rhett, he had discomfort, was making motions and asking the doctor questions about his health. Link’s state was making a lot more sense. There are several cuts and edits during Rhett’s colonoscopy but in general I feel like he took one up for the team (literally) so that he would say certain things under the cover of incoherence. Like they said, they asked the doctor to use the minimum drug dosage so they could be as alert and conscious as possible - apparently Rhett was able to tolerate a lower dosage that inevitably made him remain more alert for a longer time. Bodies are different. In any case, Rhett took much less drug than his doctor expected him to need, which means he was able to communicate well and maintain an unusual level of consciousness during such a procedure. Besides all the sex jokes he made with full phrases, this is more obvious in the “Jessie” question. Here’s how sedation works: if you are in the state that you don’t remember your mother for example, you definitely also don’t remember the lyrics of an obscure song you listened to once. End of story. What happens with Rhett here is exactly that. He supposedly is incapable of remembering his wife but he has no problem remembering… let’s analyse this.

Doctor: So, Rhett, who’s Jessie? You got a tattoo.

Link: That’s his favourite proctologist.

Rhett: You’re talking about Jesse Pinkman?

Doctor: We got Jessie on your right buttcheek.

Rhett: … he was the right hand man of Walter White in Breaking Bad.

Link: No, they are talking about your wife, dude.

Rhett: Jesse James was a…

(Irrelevant chatter about endoscope going in.)

Nobody:

Rhett: Jussie Smollet was a…

Link: No, let’s not talk about him.

Also look:

Look at him. He is pretty alert. He looks at Link when he talks to him, he is wide-eyed, he raises his head. He also repeatedly looked to his right (our left) during the Jessie conversation. This was a bit. Perhaps the various Jessies were written on a paper there because he could have a problem remembering them on his own. When the endoscope was inserted, he was like “oh yeah hehe there it is, hello, ask for consent maybe hehe”. It’s funny, it’s inappropriate but IT IS NOT incoherent. It was a sex joke very suitable to the situation. He knew what he was saying at all times. Therefore, no matter how numbed he was, he was not enough to forget his own wife or repeatedly ignore the cues Link and the doctors gave him about her, all while listing a sidekick character from a show, a notorious bandit from the American civil war and a controversial but little known gay actor who staged an assault against himself and has mythomanic tendencies.

Link emphasises on the bit by saying to the doctor: “ I wonder if he’s gonna remember his wife when he wakes up. Because he certainly remembered every other Jessie he’s ever heard about”.

Like, okay? Trust me on this. Anaesthesia doesn’t work like selective amnesia. And few very particular amnesias work like remembering the obscure thing and forgetting the pivotal one.

This. Was. A. Bit.

And even Link’s embarrassment is parts real, parts a bit. Like, emphasising on how Rhett can’t think of anything besides buttholes.

Meanwhile, Link’s eyes are half-lidded and whenever the endoscope moves he tries to move and the nurses stop him. He’s on a bigger dosage and he’s more sensitive to this procedure than Rhett. Honestly, Link is just way more normal, I don’t know if Rhett was that hell of a champ or there was crazy editing going on. But Link is brought at some point more to as well. And then he says this:

“You know, Rhett, I am glad you are here for me. Why don’t we hold hands?” *Editing with a lot of stuff about polyps, business decision etc, at this point Link communicates well too* “I am so grateful that I get to have something shoved deep into my colon, in your presence… because you know that’s what life is all about.” Throughout this monologue, Link also looks somewhere at Rhett’s left and he is a little robotic. Maybe he was reading as well. This, too, was a bit.

And just like with all recent videos, this has similar vibes to another one. Let’s go back to the We Dug A Medium Sized Hole. As Rhett and Link dig with their shovels, Link says;

“You know, there is nothing I’d rather be doing now than digging a hole. Seriously, this is exactly what I want to be doing. And there’s no one else I would rather be digging a hole with.”

That’s all from me, you said you had thoughts as well, if they are additional or different, I would love to read them!

[werehale]

I do like complaining about t*en w*lf, it’s a hobby honestly. I’ve been thinking a lot about the parents lately, so I decided to give my brutally honest opinions about each of them. In case you don’t want to read all of my opinions, TLDR I don’t like most of the parents.

If you do want to hear my reasonings, I’ll put it under the cut because there is a lot of negativity.

These are my opinions and I’m explaining why I feel the way I do. You are by no means obligated to agree with me, and I’m not saying your opinions are wrong, all I ask is you are respectful.

This is my interpretation of the characters and their actions (as parents, not every single decision they’ve ever made). My interpretation may be influenced by my own experiences. If you disagree, I welcome you make your own post. If you really hate what I have to say, block me.

I do try to look at good and bad parenting decisions from each parent, but depending on what the act itself is, some hold more weight than others, as well as the number of good vs bad.

Let’s start with the dads

Noah Stilinski

Good

Said he would burn the sheriff’s station to the ground to protect Stiles

Was frantically looking for him when he went missing (on multiple occasions)

Pointed a gun at Chris when he thought he was going to shoot “Stiles”

Tried to help him get out of the train station

Stopped drinking (this is twofold, it was good for Stiles and for himself)

Bad

In regards to the first point, he followed it up with ‘a good way to forgive yourself is to forgive someone else.’ He made it all about Scott. I know he wasn’t aware of what Scott said, but Scott doesn’t need to be forgiven

“I don’t want to feel worse by yelling at my son” this sounds to me like he blames Stiles for getting fired. He shouldn’t have been fired, but he also shouldn’t be blaming Stiles

Stiles comes to him with XYZ and Noah doesn’t believe him. Scott comes to him with XYZ and he believes him. Not cool to believe someone else over your own kid, especially when they said the same thing. This happens multiple times

Edit to add: He basically calls Stiles a liar and never apologizes for it

Noah agreed to let Stiles to go Eichen. Even if he tried to back out later, he still let him go through with it

This one seems more minor, but not telling your kid who you’re going on a date with. Kinda awkward that it’s his crush’s mom

He leaves Stiles with Claudia. He thinks his job is more important than to support his son and his dying wife. He also did this knowing that Claudia assaulted Stiles. That’s not a great way to say you care about your kid (Noah, not Claudia, her too though)

“Thank you, son I should have had.” This is not funny. I don’t give a fuck what Stiles said before this. That’s not funny. You don’t joke about wanting someone else to be your kid. My dad made it very obvious he loved my step-brothers more than me and that shit is painful. (Additionally I’m sick of seeing “if you think that’s bad parenting, you had good parents.” I think that’s bad parenting and I had a shitty parent. There are real people in real life whose parents don’t like them and wish to trade them for a different kid. I think this is one of the most hurtful things spoken in the show)

He doesn’t know where Stiles is (in "Fury”) when the gun goes off and he calls out for Scott first. Before Stiles. He cares more about Scott’s than Stiles’s well-being. Even if he did know where Stiles was, you call out for your kid first to make sure they’re okay

Yelling “I’m the dad, you’re the son!” Obviously Stiles does not feel like a child in this relationship. He’s too busy being an adult

Additional note: I have no problem with Noah acting like a father figure to those who don’t have dads or good dads, but he should really focus on being a good dad to his own kid first. So far he’s not doing a bang up job.

Chris Argent

Good

Allowed her to take mental health days come season 3

Bad

Told Allison she was responsible for the deaths of everyone if she didn’t tell him who the kanima was. Even if that was true, saying that to your kid’s face and showing them a corpse killed by the kanima is not a good move

Kidnapped his daughter, probably traumatizing her, and implied he would be forced to kill her if she were to change into a werewolf (the last part screams conditional love. And don’t come at me with “that was season 2, he changed later.” No, he didn’t. Chris is not an ally to werewolves, only Scott, and I will fight you)

Emotionally manipulated her into not seeing Scott again by threatening to kill him. (He’s also a hypocrite because in season 1 Kate also held a gun to Scott’s head and he said that wasn’t okay. Doesn’t matter if he wasn’t going to shoot Scott, unlike his sister, threatening it is bad enough)

Allison tells Scott not to laugh when she talks about archery, she also tells Jackson not to laugh before she confides something in him. This sounds like Chris and Victoria blow her off. She still has a box of art she produced from over her life claiming all of it was terrible. It sounds like Chris and Victoria said that to her. If she really truly hated it, she probably wouldn’t keep it. At least not in her room, maybe in storage, but at the moment it’s sitting there as a reminder she’s not good enough

Hid a lot of information from her (the truth about Victoria, the hunter thing – if she was meant to carry on the job, he waited an awful long time to get her into it, but whatever. The fact that he knew about the telluric currents and Gerard being alive)

This is the big one. This is it for me. She told him she loves him and HE DOESN’T SAY IT BACK!!!!

You tell your kid you love them, especially if they say it first. He kissed her head and fucking walked away. I don’t care what your familial love language is, if you can’t tell a person that you either helped make and/or raised or whatever that you love them, don’t be a parent. That shit hurts

He didn’t go to her when she died. She died in Scott’s arms. Chris stood there and watched. Maybe he was in shock, but that doesn’t sound like very good CoMpArTmEnTaLiZiNg. That would have been a good time to say you love your kid, but no. (If you believe the unreliable narrator theory, I certainly do, maybe he did go to her, but this isn’t what we saw in the episode.)

Peter Hale

Good

Wanted to connect with his child when he found out he had one

Was willing to do a big favor for Lydia just to get the name of his child (which was a big deal to him)

Spent thousands of dollars (and we all know how stingy Peter is) to get information on her

Was willing to get burned alive again to see his daughter (6.05)

Used himself as a distraction for the Ghost Riders to save Malia. Twice (the first time was when they were in the tunnels, and then fought them again in the library)

Similarly Peter, who just got done saying he wasn’t sure how Malia could be his daughter since she lacks self-preservation instincts, is willing to potentially sacrifice himself and tells her to run

Her calling him “Dad” snapped him out of the trance

The Anuk-ite used her voice against him, meaning his greatest fear was something happening to her

Bad

Wanted Malia to kill Kate (why? He could do it. Actually, Chris should have done it but he doesn’t have the balls)

Additional notes: The show implies Peter helped out Malia during the brown out in season 5 (through a flashback in season 6), but I never understood what the significance was, so I’m ignoring that until someone can explain it to me.

Ken Yukimura

Good

Was willing to sell out Noshiko, in a way, to help Kira (“Are you sure about that?”)

Was willing to go to prison for Kira when she was (knowingly) wrongly accused of murder

Bad

Didn’t tell her about her kitsune powers until they started to manifest

Didn’t tell her they were planning to go back to New York

Dr. David Geyer

Good

Supportive of Liam and helped him work through his anger

Doesn’t blame him for getting assaulted by Scott (”Are you mad at me?” “No, of course not.”)

Clearly cares about Liam, and his friends

Additional notes: We don’t get to see him enough. I’m mad about it.

Rafael McCall

Good

Tells Scott it’s safer for him to get out of town than stay when Monroe has her army

Bad

Pushed his kid down the stairs. Doesn’t matter if he was drunk or not

Didn’t really apologize to Scott for this incident, instead he pushed the blame to Melissa

Said he would come back soon and then didn’t

Not to mention he doesn’t seem to pay child support since Melissa is struggling and he offers to have dinner with Scott so Melissa can work more shifts instead of just giving her money. But I digress

Proceeded to not spend time with Scott. No phone calls or emails were mentioned (but I guess that doesn’t necessarily mean they didn’t exist. Still didn’t spend time with him, though)

Henry Tate

Good

Was gutted when his family died

Thrilled to find out Malia was alive

Bad

Sent her (?) to Eichen to readjust. That is what therapy is for, not a mental institution. (And who gave her the go ahead to go to high school with a third grade education? The fact that she graduated eventually with the academic success of a nine-year-old tells me she’s hella smart. What 9 yo wouldn’t struggle with pre-calc if they skipped all the stuff in between?)

Mr. Lahey

Bad

Abuses Isaac

Mr. Stewart

Good

When a lot of people (Natalie) didn’t believe Tracy had a real condition or problem, he did

Got her help for the problem (the psychiatrist)

Did everything he could to ease her mind (the dreamcatcher, boarding up the skylight)

Mr. Martin

Good

Went to the hospital to see Lydia

Bad

Tells Lydia she needs to choose who she lives with in the divorce

Presumed she had more problems than successes in school

Went to the hospital to see her, though he seemed a little eager to offer her help with a shower, which was creepy to me

Never to be heard from again. He likely abandoned Lydia

Elias Stilinski

Bad

Abusive and openly mocks his son and grandson (not sure how he remembered someone who was taken by the Ghost Riders)

The Moms

Melissa McCall

Good

Supports Scott no matter what

Bad

Except that one week after she found out he was a werewolf. She didn’t apologize for that either. Much like Chris, she did not express her love for her kid during that time even if she was struggling with his identity

(^ Saying forget everything I said before, if you can do something, do it is not an apology)

Her punishments are empty threats or nonexistent. She doesn’t ground him for sneaking out past curfew, does not punish him for assaulting Isaac (that’s not boys will be boys, that’s straight up assault), or stealing money from the Hales (she only demanded he give it back, no punishment ensued), took away his car keys/Stiles but then seemed to drop the punishment when she thought he was acting out because of his father)

^ Also, no Stiles is not a punishment you can follow through on

Instead of trying to have a conversation about the lone condom she found in his room with him, she goes to the MOM of the girl she ASSUMES he’s fucking. She could have been way off

She told the drunk to get out of the house, not the dad to get out of his life. Wrong. If your spouse hurts your kid, get rid of the whole man. Toodaloo motherfucker. Your stuff is in the trash

Instead of telling her son to get out of town for his safety, she tells him to stay. There is an entire army out to kill your child. He’s always going to be followed and hunted, yes, but it just seems irresponsible

I’m positive this is because the writers didn’t think it through that far or they simply forgot, but fact of the matter is it still happened. Melissa let Scott live with the man who pushed him down the stairs. Why? How are you certain it won’t happen again? How are you certain something worse couldn’t happen? I’m not giving up my kid, not for anything, not for any amount of time. If Melissa has primary physical custody, why would she let this happen?

Natalie Martin

Good

Wants Lydia to see a therapist

Electrocutes Tracy to save Lydia

Bad

“Lydia! What did you do to yourself?” sounds judgmental. Perhaps, upon seeing her daughter has cut her hand by punching the mirror, asking what happened would be more appropriate

Lets a strange boy into her house to be alone with Lydia while she’s drugged up and in negligee. Lydia can wear whatever the hell she wants, especially in her own house, but to let some rando into her room is not a good idea. And she left them alone

Says in season 4 she will do whatever she can to help and then turns around and absolutely does nothing (though this may be less of a parenting thing and more of a terrible person thing)

Sends her to Eichen House for the “best medical care.” Excuse me, ma’am, that is a mental institution, not a medical facility. Also, according to the flashback in Season 5, she saw what happened to Lorraine. I’m not sure if she’s cruel or stupid, but given everything else we know about Natalie, I’m going with both

She doesn’t care when Stiles points out Lydia has a hole in her head. She tries to justify it medically. You remember what happened to your former mother-in-law. Do you believe Lorraine did it to herself?

When Noah tells her what’s going on in Eichen, she waits all day to get Lydia out of there

When Tracy injures Lydia and Lydia tells Natalie to run, she does. She doesn’t risk her own safety to be with her child. She saves herself

Victoria Argent

Bad

“What you want doesn’t matter!” Tracks

She’s unnecessarily hard on Allison it seems (of course you shouldn’t be hard on your kid at all, but I feel Vicky was over the top)

Additional notes: I really don’t remember much about her except that she was a psycho. Some of her points are tied in with Chris.

Noshiko Yukimura

Good

Wants to get Kira help controlling the fox spirit

Bad

Hides Kira’s powers from her until they started to manifest

Sends her to the skinwalkers possibly forever (and then changes her mind)

Doesn’t tell her about the plan to move back to New York

Talia Hale

Bad

She didn’t seem like she was a comfort to Derek after he killed Paige. She told him his eyes were pretty and there was nothing wrong with them. There are definitely other things she could have said such as “It was a mercy kill, that doesn’t make you a bad person” or “She was suffering, you helped her” IDK

If Talia and Laura evolved in the same way Derek did in season 4, how come he didn’t know what was happening to him? I’m assuming Talia didn’t tell him

Additional notes: There’s no information about her as a parent, and these are mostly assumptions

Corinne

Bad

Tries to murder her daughter

Claudia Stilinski

Good

Based on Claudia pre-dementia, she would’ve believed Stiles

Additional notes: And this is according to Stiles who wanted to (rightfully) make his dad feel bad for not believing him. Which he never does. (He also yelled at Stiles unnecessarily)

[macchiatosdumptruck]

I was watching Rush Hour when the little girl gets kidnapped and it made me go to silverusso for reasons. How would Terry and Daniel react to Sam being kidnapped? I think Daniel would be a crying wreck at first and then go full murder machine like in 3x10. ["You sent them to MY HOUSE?!"]

I was just thinking about this moment tbh.

I've never seen that movie tbh.

Under a cut because this got longer than I anticipated.

For as much as Daniel is a kind and forgiving person he has his limits and one thing he will not tolerate or forgive is putting his children in danger.

Terry doesn't have any kids but he is loyal and possessive. An attack on his children would be like an attack on himself.

I kind of think the opposite actually. I think Daniel would be so focused on getting his kids back safe that he would compartmentalize. People with trauma are often very good at this. Shutting down their fear and other emotions to just get through a situation. The kind of person who will gladly complain about minor inconveniences for fun but when an actual crisis comes at him he gets deadly quiet and still.

The only thing important to him is finding his kid. First and foremost. Everything else , even his own health and well being, his own moral code, etc, comes a distant second.

All of those are problems for later.

I think that's something that comes with age for him though, because in the original trilogy he's rather reactive. Bless him, but he's a bit of a spaz.

Daniel would be level headed, angry, but in that eerie calm way. In the show when he's saying that to Kreese he knows Sam is out of danger at the moment, so he can let himself feel his rage.

After he makes sure his kids are safe , after he spends the next three days cuddling them close to him, making them breakfast, kissing their hair. After the shock and adrenaline and relief wears off is when the breakdown comes.

That's when he hides himself somewhere he thinks no one will find him and goes into near hysterics playing out all of the "what if" scenarios in his mind. What if he hadn't been on time? His entire life would've been shaken and upturned and ended. How would he find a way to live in that other world?

He doesn't let anyone else see this though,he doesn't want to worry them. The exception is Terry. And even then he doesn't come to it naturally.

He needs to have his hours of nasty, snotty, hiccuping sobs. His anger that's still hanging around that makes him a little scared of even himself.

That's when Terry finds him. Half way through. It's not that he doesn't think Terry will understand, or that he will think he's weak. He's not in the mental space to be coddled. It's that this is so much. It's something he has to process for himself before he processes it with someone else.

Terry wouldn't coddle him anyways. He'd stand by silently. Just letting Daniel know he was there. Maybe hold his hand or throw an arm around him. He'll let Daniel come to him.

Besides, the family already had their cuddle time when she was first brought back home in their arms.

Terry, I'm not so sure about. He's good with kids but he doesn't have any. He wants a legacy.

He is both a logical thinker and ruled by his emotions.

He would be overprotective to begin with to keep something like this from happening. Maybe a bit controlling. But he would also want their kids to have fun. (Think what he does for Robby and Tory for the prom.)

As always he is a character made of contradictions. I think his parenting style would change depending on his mood and the circumstances.

If Sam went missing though? Someone's dead. He doesn't have the same qualms of violence that Daniel has. He can be efficient but also creative. He can tear through men. I think it's possible that once he finds the perpetrator he punishes both them and their loved ones. He's not afraid to tear families apart as we see in canon.

So between the both of them a trail of wreckage is left.

I do wonder though, if Terry would give in to ransom requests to keep his family safe, or if he wouldn't because he knows he could keep themselves safe anyways. Again. I think it depends on the situation.

[autisticlifelessons]

Hello there,

I'm a parent to a child that I strongly suspect has autism and ADHD. The characteristics were subtle at first, but over the years they've have become more apparent. They're now in their tweens, and I'm finding it difficult to connect with them.

They have obscure interests, and while we try to appeal to those as much as we can, it never seems to be enough. They want the novel experience of something new (ADHD), whilst still wanting to stay firmly within their comfort zone (ASD). Most family and social events are met with hostile disapproval and repugnance, but they also complain about being bored and lonely. This is a complex balancing act to include them and make them feel comfortable, and more often than not I don't get it right, try as I might. This is causing my child a lot of frustration, depression, and moodiness since their emotional and psychological needs are not being met. They aren't willing to compromise, and I don't know what else to do to help bring some happiness and joy into my child's life.

It also doesn't help that I have another child with special needs that requires my time and attention as well. I have ADHD, and my older child's bluntness can be incredibly hurtful and trigger my own RSD (which they also have, but struggles to empathize when the shoe is on the other foot). I am aware that I am the adult in the situation and should handle this better, yet I am also a sensitive ND person and going through my own psychological growth in life. There seems to be arguments or heated interactions between them and other family members on a daily basis, and I don't want that for any of us.

I have seen my child at their best, and they practically GLOW with elation and confidence during those times. They're so very intelligent, talented, and clever, and it saddens me so much to see them so depressed and withdrawn the rest of the time. There is an important place in this world for my wonderful child, but I'm unsure of how to help them.

Is there any advice, even small, that you could offer for someone in my position?

Hey

I haven't been doing much with this blog lately so I'm so sorry if you have been waiting a long time for a response.

That sounds like a really sucky situation and I am sorry you and your family are going through this. You sound like a wonderful parent doing their absolute best and it must be so frustrating to feel like your efforts aren't getting you anywhere.

The tween years are a time of transition and can be rough even for neurotypical children as their bodies and minds change and grow and they begin exploring their identity. It may be that there is nothing else you can so except continue to support them as best you can until they find some new equilibrium. In terms of protecting your own and your other child's wellbeing, it may be time to enact a bit of 'tough love' by asserting boundries on what is and isn't acceptable. You could help them come up with coping strategies such as box breathing to help them calm down when they are frustrated.

I hope that helps. But coming from a family of neurodivergent people with differing traits and support needs I know how hard it can be to try at support someone while trying to protect your own mental health.

Hang in there, you got this xxxxx

[asking-jude]

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anonymous said:

How can I think of myself as a good person and allow myself to experience good things, if I have done something horrible to my partner , breaking his trust and making him think about that all the time, almost leaving his mind even after months, essentially giving him ptsd, because every cute or lovey or couple-y thing he sees reminds him of us and me..... He didn't physically assault me, and he is very sorry when things like that accidentally happen, but he slapped me right after he found out and one time when we were discussing about it, he threw my half eaten hot dog in the trash and .. I'm used to ppl being mean to me, so it didn't really affected me, but stil :c It's okay if u feel too pressured to answer this, u don't have to, but I would appreciate it because I don't have the money, guts and anonymity to ask a therapist (at least at the moment) For context, what I did was sexting with a guy, even sending him photos of my naked body, something sacred, that only he should have seen in all of our lives..... and complain about stuff I didn't like about him to a friend, because I wanted someone to agree with me when he would get angry at something I did or did not, but now I know he said those things because he wants (or wanted...) us to grow and get better together:C Thank u <3 Also, sorry for the long ask:<

asking-jude said:

Hi love,

Thank you for reaching out to Asking Jude. I appreciate your openness in sharing your situation with me. Rebuilding trust with a partner and working through the aftermath of complicated situations like this can be challenging. Self-reflection and honest communication are the most important things to practice moving forward.

While it’s evident that you’ve reflected on the past and understand the consequences of your actions, you should still continue this path of self-reflection to better understand the motivations behind your choices. It’s important that you acknowledge your mistakes, and that you take responsibility for your actions and ultimately learn and improve from them.

Having an open-minded and honest conversation with your boyfriend will help rebuild a foundation of trust in your relationship. Sitting down and explaining your side of the situation, specifically what motivated you to do these things, can help your boyfriend put your actions into perspective. Sharing your reflections and listening to each other’s feelings and concerns without judgment can help you and your partner grow.

Try to forget your sense of pride and genuinely apologize to him. Showing remorse for your actions, and showing that you are willing to make amends with him, can help rebuild the trust in your relationship. Using this experience as an opportunity for personal growth is also important. If you understand the root causes of your actions, you can explore healthier ways to cope with challenges that may arise in the relationship.

Rebuilding trust and mutual respect is a slow process. It may take time for your relationship to recover, so practicing patience in your efforts is crucial.

Here are some links that contain tips on how you and your partner can rebuild trust: https://www.therelationshipcentre.ca/betrayal-8-steps-to-healing-broken-trust/; https://www.verywellmind.com/rebuild-trust-in-your-marriage-2300999.

Everyone makes mistakes; it is what makes you human. What matters now is how you choose to grow from them. Try to always prioritize your mental and physical well-being, and consider talking to a trusted friend or family member for support during this time.

Thank you again for reaching out to Asking Jude. I hope that some of this information was helpful, and please do not hesitate to reach out again if you have any further questions.

Best of luck,

Irene

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[megumishotgf]

bf!katsuki comforts you after a job loss ☄. *. ⋆

summary: you’ve been fired from your job recently and it’s thrown you into a slump. katsuki helps you get back on your feet.

warnings: mentions of mental health struggles

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you had told katsuki about you past struggles with mental health early on in the relationship. partly because it had felt like you had known him forever after the first few meetings, and also because you didn’t want him to freak out in case you suddenly suffered from another episode and he mistaken your distantness for disinterest in him. you knew it caused you to be particularly sensitive to certain events which would cause you to shut down completely.

for the longest time, it really felt like you were happy again. your relationship with katsuki was wonderful, you had a steady (albeit ruthless) job and income and you had even made some more incredible friends through your boyfriend. you were probably the happiest you had been in a very long time. until recently, when you were fired out of nowhere.

why was it so difficult to accept rejection? you were miserable at that workplace, yet you simply cannot get the heavy burden of guilt off your chest. it was the one thing that was ‘wrong’ with your life but somehow without it, you felt like a failure.

“stop moppin’ already. i can help you with rent until you find a better job, alright? anywhere but that shitty office. those fuckers.” katsuki says that same night, letting you rest your head in his lap. he caresses your scalp as you begin to cry.

katsuki hadn’t even heard half of the experiences you had at that job. you told him that the workload was exhausting and your boss was extremely dismissive and close-minded, and that was more than enough to get cartoonish smoke steaming out of his ears. you insisted you would continue with this job as it paid well and would provide you with valuable experience, so katsuki had never pressured you to quit. he knew how important your career was for you and he saw you as strong and resilient. in your eyes, you felt weak and quite simply, like a flop.

you didn’t want to depend on your boyfriend, especially since that’s what so many people insinuated when your relationship became public knowledge. while you were grateful katsuki was so caring, sometimes it made you feel shameful. you felt horrible for having these feelings. he loved to spoil you but you never felt worthy of the affection. thankfully, katsuki never really complained about your crying - he knows it’s just how you process emotions.

katsuki insisted you take a rest first to prioritise your mental and physical health. just a week or two. you were incredibly lucky to be able to have even a few days without needing to work. but eventually, two weeks turned into four and your confidence plummeted. you had grown tired of rejection emails and failed interviews quickly and your energy was depleted. you resorted to not leaving your bed at all throughout the day.

“y/n? what the damn hell have you being doing? you haven’t called in days!” katsuki says on the other side of the line when you finally pick up his call. “hey! what’s wrong, y/n?”

“hey, katsu,” you cringe at the shakiness and hoarseness in your voice. “i’m sorry. really. i’ve just… i’ve not been well for a few days. i haven’t left my bed for a while.”

“have you been eating?” his voice is softer this time. “nevermind. i’ll assign one of the interns to my patrol, alright? i’m coming over. don’t move.”

before you can protest, the other line goes silent. you scoff at his comment. you can barely move yourself to the bathroom in this dejected state.

you dread having katsuki see you like this. you have awful eye-bags, your hair is tangled and unwashed, you have been wearing the same ground zero shirt for days and there’s still smudged mascara left below your eyes from your last interview. it went terribly, by the way. almost as terrible as you currently feel. sure, he’s seen every side of you by now, but something made you feel extraordinarily exposed today.

the stress of having katsuki see you like this is immense, but somehow the desire to lay motionless in bed still wins you over. you remain cocooned in your covers until you hear katsuki open the door with his spare keys. he takes a minute or so - probably inspecting the mess of a kitchen you left. you haven’t washed the dishes in so long.

“hey, idiot. i’m here.”

you don’t move even when he comes to sit besides you on the bed. he’s still wearing his hero gear, just with the gauntlets and neck brace probably thrown to the side somewhere back at the agency.

“y/n. can you talk to me?”

he finally sees some movement from you. you reluctantly sit up, still refusing to make eye contact with him. your eyes begin to fill with tears and your hands start to tremble.

“can you just hold me please?” you say hurriedly, holding back a cry.

as soon as katsuki pulls you into his arms, you let out an uncontrollable ugly sob. luckily, you’re so physically close, you can hear katsuki’s heartbeat. it’s a gentle and calming rhythm. he holds you gently for countless minutes until your loud sobs become small, occasional sniffles.

“don’t go!” you say as you feel katsuki begin to pull away from your embrace, tightening your arms around his midsection.

“i’m not going anywhere, baby. just let me see you.”

you reluctantly pull away from his embrace. katsuki’s hands cup your cheeks. you’d expect them to feel rough, but they feel soft and warm. he looks at you with that look in his eyes - you know the one. the one with so much love in his eyes. he always looks at you in such a loving way, even right now when your skin is blotchy from salty tears and you’ve probably got snot around your red nose.

“how can you look at me like that when i’m ugly crying like this?!”

“what the hell do you mean? you’re damn beautiful. you always are.”

it makes you smile. katsuki lights up a little once he sees you do so. “there’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. jobs come and go. there’s a better one on the way already, alright?”

you nod, eyes wandering down to the wooden floor. katsuki takes the blanket bundled up besides you and places it over your shoulders. he can sense your reluctance to talk and he doesn’t want to pressure you into discussing this sensitive subject.

“we don’t have to talk. but i’m here if ya’ need me, alright? i’ll take care of you.”

you swallow back the awful lump in your throat. “i don’t want to need your money, katsu. i feel hopeless. i wouldn’t let you spend a penny on me if i could.”

he’s about to say something in protest but you give him a pleading look as if to say ‘just listen!’

“i know i need to start working again but the thought of going back to a place like that sounds exhausting. they were all so awful, katsuki. they would say so many horrible things about me and i would come home so many nights to just cry for hours. i never told you how bad it really was because i didn’t want you to get angry… see! you’re getting upset already!”

“i’m fine!” katsuki insists, even if his jaw is clenched and his hands are tightly balled into fists. he takes a moment to breathe deeply, calming himself. “i’m listening. i promise.”

“i’m just so lost. all my experience is within that field. and i’ve had enough of it. i feel like my life is over!” you cry out, covering your face with your hands.

“what the hell do you mean your life is over? your life has barely started!” katsuki takes your hands into his own, forcing you to look at him. he takes another deep breath. he knows anger won’t help your situation. “i’m sorry, baby. i know you feel terrible. but don’t ya’ see it? you can do whatever the hell you want now. we can get you into whatever field you dream of, alright? and i don’t give a damn what you say, you mean everything to me and if helping you financially means you have one less thing to worry about, then you can just take all my damn money now.”

“stop it, katsuki!” you say, but you can’t resist laughing at him.

“i’m serious. if it helps you, you can move in with me. you can do whatever you want. you can study or work, get an entry level job somewhere. but i refuse to let you see this as a dead end, okay?”

you nod in agreement, wiping away the last of your tears away. katsu takes your hands into his, bringing them up to his lips.

“and you don’t have to decide right now if you don’t want to, alright?”

“you’re so wonderful, katsuki.” you say, throwing you arms around him gratefully.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.”

“and i’d love to move in with you. if you really want to have me, that is.” you pull away suddenly, looking at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“of course i do! when the hell have i ever lied to you!!” katsuki insists. he’s been wanting to ask you for the longest time now, yet he has always wanted to respect your desire for independence. it’s one of the things he likes most about you. but of course, you’re just like him in a way and feel ashamed of asking for or accepting help.

“thank you, katsu! i promise i won’t turn your pristine apartment into a depression pit!” you throw your arms around his shoulders once again. katsuki has avoided mentioning the state of your bedroom but he would go crazy living in a place like this. he’ll take it upon himself to help you clean later.

“i know, baby. we’ll get ya’ back on your feet. you don’t have to worry about anything.”

oh to have a man like this. i need money

[ancha-aus]

WHISTLING!!! :D <3

I lvoe Whistling!! They silly cannibals :D

And yes i am also rotaing NA Dust in my mind lmao. jusst the whole time :D

Okay. I love the mental image of even tinnier late teen Dust first meeting the Whistlers when he is like. 16/17ish? it is the first BIG assignment from his boss and that is even more so why he is worried to mess it up. he NEEDS more money to send to his family and this could FINALLY be the thing to do it! so whatever!

I love that the Whistlers first make small talk and share a meal before doing business. Could be a leftover caustion. They at first would share meals wiht strangers because more often than not it was a Whistler looking for support and being low on magic and later it was a great way to root out people who hated them and so couldn't be trusted.

Dust passed with flying colours. Like. They saw him hesitate, Dust may be subtle but this is a race of shape shifters, there is no way they don't know how to read body language. But he tested a small bite. and then ate his whole plate?! He doesn't even complain!? when asked what he thought he spoke about how it was prepared and taste?! the herbs?! He paid attetnion?!

so they discuss business. and give him a little charm :) mostly to showcase to over whistlers he is okay. but they are still surprised that dust actually wears it and keeps respecting their culture even when they aren't nearby!! that means so much to them!

And him meeting more Whistlers! and him always being nice and considered to them! like. Dust KNOWS what it is like to have health issues. He is just lucky that his remedy isnt visible instead of having to deal with doing something very obvious like eating meat to deal with it. it is why he is so chill about it. he gets it. it is just a physical healthy thing. he understands. he has one of those too. No use making a big deal over it.

I love that each meeting is deeper and deeper into Orchard. It truly showcases how the Whistlers are patient and know how to blend in! and Dust having tasted both extremes of the meals is so funny. dude just treats the raw version as sushi andit is honestly rather easy to dela with. just gotta make sure ou chew as he doesn't ahve a way to make his teeth sharper and better able to eat the meat. the Whislters being so delighted! them giving Dust even more necklaces and like charms and gifts! that is great!!

I love that the boss hated and thought lesser of them. meanwhile Dust didn't let that affect him and jjust learned more about the culture and what being a whistler means and which traditions they have. (you just KNOW Dust was invited over to Whistling a few times and he had to decline for his own health reasons. The whislers understood as if they et ONE thing it is that type of thing)

But the twist!! Them wanting to meet Dust's boss BECAUSE Dust is low on money?! like you just KNOW they were going to directly negotiate a raise or something for dust! because that is their special blorbo!! they love dust!! how dare this guy not pay dust well?!

and the whistlers beign used to being insulted. not even blinking. Them seeing Dust as always defending them and reminding his boss that he KNEW this would be the menu. Dust told him that sharing a meal is important to their culture. *motions towards his own half finished plate*

and the boss insulting Dust? When HE is the one who made Dust deal withthe whislters for so long?! And the whistlers killing the boss for insulting Dsut? love that!! (also the mental image of Dust just staying seated at the table. slowly eating his food as he watches his boss be murdered and thinking 'damnit. there goes my job :/'. just the idea that because dust is so close to dusting and dying. and him wokring in the black market, and him eating human meat and carrying bones around as charms? yeah. he is pretty much desensitised towards death. it is just a thing. (also why he later doesn't blink once at Reaper having the ability to kill people with a touch. like... sure it is a touch but dust can do that just fine with a magic attack :/ it isn't THAT special.))

Adn dust calmly explaining the issue and the whistlers are like "Then you be the boss!! :D" and dust just like 'huh' and he checks and look at that! every deal is documented! how convinent!

And that ALSO being the reason why he makes sure to memories everything. and to BURN EVERYTHING because he KNOWS how easy it is to host a take over when you have the info.

The fact that the human meat didn't hurt him because the intent was good in it? love!! I love that!! that is great!! and so Fun!! because it means that for dust's health what he needs and what helps is to have food caringly prepared. you just know that dust was worried when he was a prisoner becaus ehe ATE food with bad intent before and that was BAD.

but then it tasted good? even as prisoner he was treated well. so he chilled.

on that note. you just KNOW the whistler deals where the once dust didn't sell out. and the whistlers were SO worried when dust disappeared and probably INSTANTLY pulled all the deals back but they kept watch. and waited. the first time dust was out in the open? one of them ran over to give him a charm. kinda like "Hey!! We didn't forget you! you are still our friend!" dust thinks it is sweet.

Dust and Killer slipping up and mentioning it when drunk is still so them and such sibling energy i love it.

I love that he got a care package when with cross and lust!! I also LOVE that he has that older sibling energy where he lets his siblings steal his food and snacks!! (the fact lust is included in this is so sweet and still makes cross feel warm inside) and dust not sharing this? kidna sus. and then he HAS to admit because he knows they will eat it otherwise and be horrified when they find out WHAT it is. them thining it is a joke at first because dust just staring at them and they realise that REALLY IS HUMAN MEAT?! Cross wants to get it checked still to make sure it is fine! meanwhile dust just shrugging as it was always fine and yes he is eating because it is rude to throw it away but he wanted to make sure they knew before they accidentally ate it. that is so him!! that is such a big brother thing to do!

I also love that nightmare is just mainly worried about dust's health. like. is this safe? can you actually safely eat this? dust he is serious what if it is bad for you? but they check and it is completely fine. Nightmare still keeps a close eye and makes sure dust eats extra vitamins and such after it. just in case.

On that note. I think it would be funny if Dust was actually a vegatarian. Like. he doesn't like eating meat (becaus ehe learned that the most eaten meat is horse meat as that is cheap and he is HORRIFIED!) again. he doesn't deny any meal put in front of him as it is rude. but if he has the choice he doesn't eat meat.

something something i'm now hyperfixated on new age dust and reading flesh anon's asks made it worse because i am HISTORICALLY insane about cannibalism or whatever

the short of it is i need more human eating and more people reacting about that PLEASE (/nf)

-anon anon (bc i couldn't think of a better name lol :T)

Haha! Glad to hear you're enjoying NA Dust, anon anon! He's one of my special little blorbos (Ancha knows I go feral at the mere mention of him)

But yes! More about the eating and also the reactions! :D (Putting this under the cut for convenience)

So, I'll assume you know the general just of Whistling if you've read Flesh Anon's asks! Jic the short version: Monsters who are SO infused with magic that they have to rely on human meat + physical make-up to fuel their bodies. Thanks to this weird form, they can shape-shift. People didn't like that in the early days, scared them off, now they live in a kingdom everyone thinks is terrifying. Dust is friends with them!

Okay, now, I'm gonna do a little bit of free-writing about my ideas for the first times Dust encountered the Whistlers abd their weird traditions. (This is subject to change as Ancha and I will probably discuss and/or I see cool tags and eat them lmao-)

But. Dust I'd like. A grown man. His 30s or so by the main story. That means much of his older teen/young adult years were spent climbing the ranks in Orchard's black market scene. During his work, there was a boss he had who wanted him to be a diplomat for their new "business partners" since he talked so little and seemingly had a will of steel. He agreed (was promised higher pay if he could do it) and was told to meet these people in a certain house at a border city.

These people greeted him coldly, weary, but they were monsters and Dust was respectful and unbothered. Even though their decor was a little strange (a lot of... bones.) And they sometimes spoke a language from another kingdom. They made smalltalk about this new trade agreement and sounded hesitant about Dust's boss. He agreed his boss was shady, but people really did need these imports.

Then the ultimatum came along when dinner was ready. They didn't try to hide it very well, the shape was obvious. A human limb being served.

They said that he'd eat. Then they could really talk business. And Dust, of course, suddenly knew why his boss didn't come himself. Dust was fodder. A guinea pig. A buffer for him. He hesitated, of course. That's like... human. For real.

But, he saw the others start eating. The same thing. Watching him curiously. Wearily. And the thing was? It looked well-cooked. The kitchen had smelled great. It had herbs and nice presentation. And. Y'know what? He was working peanuts for wages up until now. He had to do something to fix that. So, he just gave it a nibble. And. Frankly. It did not taste bad. It was actually *really* seasoned. The spice made his sockets water a bit, but he just wiped them and took another bite. Then another.

Only after he was almost finished, smalltalk having continued after his third bite, one of the whistlers asked how he liked it. He said it was good. Spicy, but good. And then one of them nodded to another and they scurried off. Immediately after, they started talking real business. They accepted him and his offer he brought because he just went with the flow. They were impressed. He gets out of there with a successful trade agreement and gets his raise. On the caveat that he is the one who always meets the Whistlers about trade and changes. He agrees.

There are several occasions between the first meeting and the next where Dust runs into a whistler in the wild. During the first meeting he'd been gifted a little charm of human bones, and he just keeps it on his belt. Who's gonna steal bones? But, it makes him a little beacon for traveling Whistlers, who would greet him and sometimes even give him a little gift if they ran into him twice. He was always cordial with them.

The second amd third meetings are progressively further into Orchard, and Dust has experiences both levels of meat consumption. The ultra-spicy options, or the practically raw ones. The raw meal did take him a moment to come to teems with. He's not a fan of any raw meats, but he made the effort to look past it. It was bland, a little tough, but the texture wasn't awful and he didn't mind the change away from the spice. The Whistlers at this dinner were excited to see Dust finish his full plate (his mother taught him that it's rude to not eat your fill when being hosted). The third meeting they gift a bone necklace.

Now, the best moment in my mind is Dust's ascension to Crine Lord. He'd been managing the Whistlers pretty much all on his own fir this whole time. His boss was pretty openly perturbed by them and called them awful terms. Dust never listened much to him and had been slowly learning more about the culture and past. He found it interesting, and he realized a lot more than he thought sought refuge or new prey (and customers) in Orchard. He has quite a few Whistler Friends.

The whistlers insist they meet Dust's boss when he off-handedly mentions during a quick meet-up that he only gets a little fraction of money that he sends to his family (the Whistlers also start delivering that money for him. Safer than his boss' goons). They want to have dinner with him. He (tentatively) agrees when Dust relays the message. And yet when they arrive with the intention of sharing their culture, like they have with Dust who has been so welcoming, this guy? This guy can't stomach even a single bite. Which already possess off the Whistling Ambassadors. But then he insults them. They're used to it, but insulted. Then when Dust moves to defend them, "You're the one who agreed to a dinner, boss. You knew the menu." The boss turns on him and starts calling *him* a freak for eating human meat.

And let's just say. Well. The whistlers don't take kindly to the insults being hurled at Dust. They threaten to retract their deal, then when he's uncooperative they. Well. Let's just say the dust is scattered thoroughly. It leaves Dust in an awkward position. His food is half-finished, his guests just killed his source of income, and now whole towns will be out of supplies w/o the boss. He was an asshole, but Dust *kinda* needed him to get paid.

He relays that information to the whistlers, still picking at his meal, and they all unanimously suggest he should fill the seat. He seems informed enough.

And. The boss was stupid enough to write all his information + contacts down. So after he finishes the meal he genuinely like. Decides to become the new boss of this branch.

Initially the human meat was something he kinda worried over, the ethics and stresses of magical technicalities, but in the end it didn't hurt him in any way and it was always prepared with good intention. So, it became a regular item on his menu (only when meeting with his Whistler Allies though). And those meals got a lot more frequent when he became known as a safe space within Orchard for Whistlers. He'd defend then any day, and they know it. In turn, they provide amazing supplies he can distribute. (The connections to Whistling and other Good Contacts are why he burns his documents before getting captured by Killer. Doesn't want them getting caught too.)

Now reactions! So, I haven't looked back, but I briefly recall mentioning Killer's reaction (Drunk off their asses and slipping up) but I feel like it also happened once when talking with Cross and Lust. Maybe not directly about the human eating initially, but they're out and about and Dust is suddenly approached fearlessly by a stranger and handed a little basket. Dust is unphased but Lust and Cross are a little worried like 'what.. what is that?' And Dust just says 'care package'. Tries to leave it at that, but the other two are young and curious, and so Dust unpacks it for them to see when they get to Lust's shop. There's a few cool bone charms, a little bandana with white embroidery like lightning cracking across its surface, and then a very beautifully seasoned, delicious-smelling, hunk of cooked meat. Cross is worried it's got something wrong with it (Night's worried Poison Talk still gets him sometimes) and Lust insists he's jealous and would kill for something that smells/looks that tasty. Dust says they wouldn't like it. Lust disagrees. (Note: Dust, as eldest Knight/Sibling has SUCH a habit of letting the other mooch off any treats or goodies he has on hand.) He has to sigh and drop the lore that it's most certainly cooked human meat. They assume he's joking, he reassures them he's absolutely not kidding and that they really shouldn't eat any. He ends up then having to casually spill that it's "Rude to not eat home-made meals." When Cross asks if he's actually going to eat it. Lust looks a little queasy and Cross is just flabbergasted. Dust says he should probably get it back to the castle freezer before it spoils. Cross and Lust are left trying to puzzle out when exactly Dust just casually ate humans in the past. Cross mentions it to Killer who recounts his drunken conversation and then Cross has to know that BOTH of them had tries it before.

In the same breath, I think Dust telling Nightmare is a funny one too. Like, mentioned briefly, but I imagine Nightmare was worried when news got back to him of Whistlers being spotted near the castle grounds, but they always leave harmlessly and it's Dust who vouched for them during discussions. He has to, at some point, answer Nightmare's questions after connecting the dots. Night's a *little* concerned at first, Dust having such a strange diet seems unhealthy, especially with his weakened magic, but he says there's usually decent intent and it tastes fine even when it's not cooked. They've never served him anything rotten. Ultimately, Night just comes to terms under the umbrella of diplomacy. It's simply their culture, and Dust was being welcoming to it.

Night double-checks that with Reaper and Geno's records of Whistling, but Geno mentions how a friend from university (Outer) ended up confessing he was half-whistler after graduation so he got a little information on the situation. It matched Nightmare's and justified the reasoning even more. As long as it doesn't bother Dust, he won't question it or ask him to stop.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑛 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝑆/𝑂

A/N: I feel like this sucks but sorry for the long wait dear! I hope you will like it!

Requested by: @cherry-season

ೃ⁀➷ They wouldn't really care that you had troubles sleeping but still force you to sleep, even if Jake had to be the one to knock you off since Steven was a sweetheart and Marc didn't want to hurt you.

ೃ⁀➷ Hypocrisies, if I need to say 😐

ೃ⁀➷ It wasn’t that you didn't want to sleep with them, cuddled up with their warmth all over your body but...

ೃ⁀➷ Maybe it was your body that wasn't tired, or the never-ending thoughts that didn't let you close your eyes peacefully

ೃ⁀➷ We all know that if it's the first one... There is always a solution they are happy to give 🤭

ೃ⁀➷ But if it was the second, I believe Steven would be the one to talk with you the most.

ೃ⁀➷ He was generally the one that had social skills, and he was a sweetheart, always ready to listen and help.

This is no saying that Jake and Marc wouldn't try to help you, they would... They would tear apart the whole world for you but those two men knew nothing about comforting or having experience in that field.

"Is there no medicine for her? It's hurting her, I can see her eyes begging to sleep!"

"Marc, as much as your worry is appreciated, yelling is only making her headache worse-"

"Just give me the name of that doctor, Hermosa and I will deal wit it"

It was cute, both in your eyes and Steven's, but everyone who knew you and boys also knew that "deal" with Jake would never be that peaceful.

"nO!! You're not! I'm taking care of them!

ೃ⁀➷ Being coddled up with their love already made you smile and the curls that fell down Steven's very tired eyes made a pang in your heart, feeling bad that he had to take care of you when he has troubles as well.

ೃ⁀➷ But he was quick to reassure you that he was happy to do so, happy that you trusted with something important such as your health, and he wanted to spend time with you...

ೃ⁀➷ Aghhh this man, right here- 🥰

ೃ⁀➷ And since he seemed genuine, unlike other people who only complained about your sleep schedule, you were happy to give in and hugged him while his hands stayed where your hips started and slowly rubbed your back. "Then, my knight in shining armor... What do you suggest we do?"

"Hmm, I heard that tiring the body could help..."

"Is that so~?" Poor Steven didn't realize how suggestive that sounded and immediately went red down to his neck. Giggling at how cute he was being, you kissed his lips softly and fixed his hair with a soft smile. "I'm just kidding, love. How about we make marshmallows?"

"But... we're in our home and not at a campside?"

"So?" 🤨

ೃ⁀➷ And that was how you spent the night with the three men above the stove in the middle of the night, making marshmallows and a plate full of food to go and watch a film with.

ೃ⁀➷ Steven, and Marc and Jake, was happy to see you... soft, comfortable and happy. You swayed to a song in your mind while being completely unaware that the other two men was watching you with hearts threatening to get out of their chest.

ೃ⁀➷ They never thought that they would be spending their times when they didn't hunt criminals, with someone as caring and loving as you. You always waited for them to come back home to patch them up, even if it was midnight, and though they were happy to hear you scold them for the miilionth of times for their carelessness, that was how they realized that you had troubles sleeping.

ೃ⁀➷ A normal human being would be verry tired at that hour after all.

ೃ⁀➷ "Doll, what's wrong with you?"

ೃ⁀➷ Both you and the three men winced how harsh that sounded and they internally beated Marc for saying such a harsh thing when you turned to look at him with a curious tilt. "What do you mean? About the insomnia?"

ೃ⁀➷ His heart leaped to his throat at how easily you understood what he meant, knowing that Marc was bad with words and chose the wrong ones often to voice his worries.

ೃ⁀➷"Hmm, I don't know. Sometimes, It's just hard trying to go to sleep. The voices, thoughts don't shut up and I have to re-experience that one embrassing thing again, thinking that 'I should have done/said that!', you know?"

ೃ⁀➷ Oh, yes... He knew that feeling very well. The same would happen whenever he woke up from a nightmare.

ೃ⁀➷ But he didn't like you suffering because of the same. If it was up to him, he would take all of it on himself to see you sleep peacefully and be healthy.

ೃ⁀➷ "And sometimes, I just lie awake at night, never feeling tired. And when I sleep, I feel so tired... I guess it should have been the otherwise. Medication helps but I don't want to be addicted to them just to sleep."

ೃ⁀➷ your sad mumbling hurted them more than they thought and Marc gathered you between his strong arms while caressing your hair softly. "We will get through this together, okay? You have always been the one to take care of us..."

"Now, is our time, mi alma..."

ೃ⁀➷ That night was the best night you had. You had the chance to cuddle up with your boyfriends while watching a movie you had been wanting to and without any troubles, just like that... You fell into a deep, refreshing sleep.

ೃ⁀➷ Marc and Jake looked down to see your eyes closed and slight drool escaping, chuckling in affection and settled to lie with you on top of them on the couch when a slight sniffle rang inside their minds.

"Steven? What's wrong? Sad that we spent-"

"They fell asleep... It means they feel safe with us! They never did that before!"

ೃ⁀➷ And while Jake comforted the sensitive one out of them, Marc smiled and cuddled to you with a kiss on your forehead to not disturb you and fell asleep.

ೃ⁀➷ He didn't have to say that it was also the best sleep he had in a long time.

ೃ⁀➷ P.S: after that day, when you went to work, They both searched how to treat insomnia by themselves and you definetly didn't question the sudden change of mattress, huge amount of candles with relaxing smells, or the eye masks and ear plugs with the darkest curtain you had ever seen, being all in your bedroom.

[juminsmysticmc]

Hi, thank you it's always a pleasure to read what you write 🧡

Can I ask for the RFA+ trio that forget MC's birthday but that she didn't mind (don't get mad or anything) please.

Sorry my English is bad but thank you in advance

RFA + Minor Trio forgetting Mc’s Birthday 

Hello dear! Thank you so much for your request and don’t worry, your english isn’t bad at all! I wrote something similar, perhaps you will like it ( although I wrote it years ago and my writing was a bit...odd. Well ) 

RFA + Jihyun forget a special day for Mc

Now! Please enjoy this writing! 

Jumin 

His father gave him a hard time, his cat was sick, and business was stressful. 

A lot of partners wanted to see him and so Jumin in that very week of your birthday had to travel a lot. 

He felt bad for leaving you on your own, but you always stayed his lovely, smiling wife and had more patience than any other human being would have. 

The chatroom was also quite calm that week, but on your birthday, everyone remembered and began to congratulate you, except Jumin. 

You thought that perhaps he wanted to do it personally, and perhaps he would come home that evening as he was traveling since the day before, but this wasn’t the case. 

,,Thank you for having us, but isn’t the trust fund kid coming?’’ Zen asked you when you invited him, Yoosung and Seven to eat out. 

,,No, I guess he and Jaehee were too busy. I think they both even forgot my birthday,’’ you laughed, actually not feeling really bad, knowing how stressed they both were. 

But the three men saw it completely differently. 

After the dinner and a really big cake, Seven and the two other boys decided to give you another present and called Jaehee, who stressefully took the call. 

,,Oh dear, I…I never forgot any appointment,’’ she gasped into the phone. Actually, it was already past midnight. How was she supposed to tell Mr Han? 

But thanks to the three other members, a solution was found and Jumin, when he realized what day he forgot, didn’t even care about the company anymore: his wife, his family, his love, was the most important thing. 

Returning home, Jumin had a really bad feeling haunting him. 

But you welcomed him with open hands and hugged him as long as he needed, not feeling bad or angry about him forgetting your birthday as he too, was only a human being.

Zen 

The first year after Zen became a really famous person, both of you had a lot to do. 

He, because he was a famous person, he was the one everyone wanted to see and meet, and you, because you were his manager. 

But in the same year, you found out that you got pregnant. This made it even harder for the both of you. 

You, having had a quite hard time, decided together with Zen to change for the time being who was in charge of Zen and so, everything was even more stressful. 

Zen sometimes came home after you fell asleep and went back before you woke up. 

Hormones were driving you crazy, nevertheless, you stayed almost the same, and since you knew how hard it was on you, you weren’t really angry with Zen and didn’t complain. 

Days passed, your birthday came and went. 

The cake you ordered went bad and landed into the bin as neither you or Zen ate it and the time just passed. 

,,I’m so happy that this weekend is a bit calmer,’’ Zen gasped, his hand for the first time in a long while on your swollen belly while your feet were up.

You smiled at him as your hand laid on his. 

,,Huh? Where did those flowers come from?’’ Zen asked, meaning the flowers from almost a week ago. 

,,And those candles. Did you go shopping?’’ he asked you. 

,,Huh? No, the flowers and the candles are from Jumin for my birthday, together with a ton of baby stuff and books for young mothers and as if he didn’t give me enough, he even gifted me a little pendant, look,’’ you said, showing the present to him. 

,,Yoosung came over with a package of vitamins for my health and gave me some cute bathing stuff like soap and Jaehee gave me a coupon for a shopping center. 

Saeyoung gave me a nintendo so that I could play while being alone and-’’ 

,,Birthday?’’ Zen finally gasped, registering those words - for my birthday - 

,,Birthday, Hyun,’’ you smiled, knowing perfectly well that he forgot. 

,,Birthday…birthday, holy shit, Mc…I’m such a stupid boyfriend,’’ he suddenly gasped, tears in his eyes. 

Zen regretted so much in the past weeks, but the worst, in his opinion, was to forget your birthday and nothing was changing the fact that he did forget. 

Upon that, Zen took the week off. No matter how much there was to do, Zen spent his time only with you, massaging you, cuddling you, and playing some card games with you because you were his most important person in his life. 

He had and wanted to cherish you. 

Yoosung 

You chuckled as you saw the new update on the group chat, Seven having some confetti on the screen to wish you a happy birthday. 

Although, you almost forgot yourself. 

There was one person who didn’t really look at the phone for the past week and this was your future husband, Yoosung, who was in the middle of his exams to become a real vet. 

And honestly, you didn’t plan on telling him, knowing that he would feel even worse. 

He was already stressed enough because of his exams and you knew that it would be over soon anyway. 

Indeed, the week passed and Yoosung seemed like a different person. 

He was more relaxed and kind of happier, since finally, everything was over. 

The two of you even had more time to socialize with other people such as the RFA and you used the meeting of your important friends to have a little birthday party. 

Although, Yoosung only noticed later on a cupcake was the words ,,Happy Bday’’ 

,,Whose birthday is it?’’ he asked, being the first one to grab your cupcakes. 

,,Your fiancés,’’ Seven said, smirking as he knew Yoosung forgot. 

,,People say that the first birthday while being engaged is the most important. 

Forget that and you can forget your marriage,’’ Seven said, triggering the blond man even harder. 

,,Stop teasing my future husband Yoosung. What he’s saying is bullshit,’’ you laughed. 

But it was too late. 

Yoosung felt bad. He hugged you and cried even because he forgot and it didn't really matter that Zen and the other man saw him. 

He just felt bad because someone he loved gave up so much.

But he could make it up in the evening and forgetting one birthday wasn’t the end of the world in your opinion. 

Jaehee 

Opening a coffee shop was harder than working for Jumin Han and Jaehee just realized it.

Both of you were working hard, restructuring the place, buying things you needed, having appointments with the notary and so on. 

It was one of the hardest moments in Jaehee’s opinion and she was so happy when everything was finally over and both of you could drink a champagner on your opening day with the closest people around you, congratulating you. 

,,It’s so cute that it’s even big sis’ birthday,’’ your sister said, holding the glass up. 

Suddenly, the color flushed away from Jaehee’s face. 

The present on the table made sense now and she simply forgot. 

,,Thank you, ahahah. Well, but my birthday isn’t even that special for me,’’ you said, something that was true. 

But for Jaehee, this day was the most special. You were born that day after all. 

,,Mc…I am so-’’ 

,,Jaehee, I’m not angry,’’ you whispered. Both of you were in the kitchen because there were more and more dirty plates to clean. 

Your hand was on her cheek as your head was leaned against hers. 

,,Just give me a present tonight,’’ you smirked. 

,,Happy Birthday, Mc…thank you for being born today,’’ she smiled, thankful that you weren’t angry with her. 

No one noticed that Jaehee actually forgot and the evening was a really good one. 

Everyone had fun, talking about how good your business will probably go and even telling some cute stories about your childhood, making Jaehee feel so blessed for you being by her side. 

And in the evening, Jaehee kept her word and gave you a wonderful ending…

Saeyoung 

Usually both, his phone and computer would give him reminders about the upcoming birthday of his wife, the one who helped him the most, took him for what he was, and was by his side. 

You blessed him with children and accepted his past. 

But somehow, this time the reminder didn’t come.

Perhaps his son was at fault for playing on his account. Although this wasn’t an excuse, when the day came, Saeyoung was kind of empty-handed. 

You kind of expected that Saeyoung would have planned something with his children, 

that there would have been a cute breakfast, a cake, and presents. 

But when there was nothing, you quickly realized that he must have forgotten. 

It wasn’t the end of the world, you weren’t angry, you were just a little bit sad. 

And you didn’t mean to cry as it wasn’t really that important, it was just a day. 

However, you still let a little tear flow. 

,,Mommy is a bit saddy, daddy,’’ his little daughter told him.

The two of you had twins that were three years old. 

,,Is it because we didn’t prepare the cake?’’ she asked him as she pulled at his shirt. 

,,What cake?’’ Saeyoung asked his daughter and suddenly, like a hit, he remembered: your birthday. 

,,I’m so sorry, Mc,’’ he gasped when he opened the door to the kitchen, your son on your hip as you prepared the food. 

,,For what?’’ you asked him, with a sad smile. 

,,Don’t act as if you don’t care, I’m such a dumbass, I forgot,’’ he gasped and put his head on your shoulder ,,Happy Birthday, I love you,’’ he whispered, full of regret. 

,,It’s okay, I’m not angry,’’ you chuckled, feeling happy, that he did realize. 

The evening passed with the whole family being together and sitting around, cuddling. 

Even Saeran sat on the couch and watched the movie you guys, as a family, decided on. 

And Saeyoung even managed to get a cake. Lucky for you, it wasn’t a Honey Buddha Chips cake like he first wanted…

Saeran 

,,We might have found Saeyoung!’’ he quickly said and ran out. 

Since then, you didn’t hear from your husband. No message, no call. Nothing. 

Three days later, however, one day after your birthday, the now red-haired man returned. 

His eyes were just as red as his hair as he immediately laid his head on your chest. 

His breathing was quicker than normal and the sobs were louder than usual. 

You just held him, not knowing what happened. You held him in your arms, patted his back, and tried your best to make him feel better. 

Only an hour later he was ready to tell you that he failed at tracking him down. 

,,It’s okay, Saeran. From what I saw, Saeyoung is strong. He will come back and he will come back now that he knows that you’re here with us and that Rika’s words weren’t true…Let’s just keep trying and waiting,’’ you smiled at him. 

,,Come on, let’s eat ice cream with cake!’’ you laughed and quickly got up, ready to bring him the plate with sugar. 

,,Cake, why cake?’’ he chuckled, his mood a bit better now that he found you at home to take care of his feelings. 

,,My mom brought cake and soup, although it was too much for me to eat alone yesterday and no one seemed to have time,’’ you said and put the fork into your mouth. 

Saeran already took a bite when he heard your words. 

Cake, why would your mom bring cake and soup…cake…

He took a second until his eyes flew to the calendar next to him, realizing that he forgot. He missed your birthday. 

It was the day his true savior was born. 

,,Oh no, I’m sorry,’’ he groaned, placing the plate down. His hands were trembling because he felt so bad. 

,,Don’t worry, Saeran,’’ you softly calmed him down. ,,I understand your position. We will have so many more birthdays together,’’ you smiled, meaning it. 

The next day you still woke up to a house filled with red roses and a lot of little presents.

Saeran was truly a cute angel.

Jihyun 

,,Happy Birthday, Mom!’’ Lucy said, giving you her self-made drawing. 

Your heart grew warm as you saw the painting she did on her own. 

Not even her father, Jihyun, helped her as he was gone because of some business. 

You smiled at her and thanked her before the both of you enjoyed a big slice of cake. 

Jihyun still didn’t call you, but you knew that he was busy. 

You weren’t sad or disappointed, you were in love and understood where he was coming from. Nevertheless, it would have been nice of him to give you a call or at least a message. 

The evening came and the long-awaited call came. However, Jihyun didn’t say a word about your birthday. 

But your opinion didn’t change: it was okay with you. 

,,What did you do with your mom today?’’ Jihyun asked the little girl after he talked to you. 

,,We ate cake, watched a movie, and played together. Right now she’s making dinner and afterward I will once again sleep in your bed!’’ Lucy said, happily. 

To Jihyun it didn’t quite make sense why you would randomly give her cake, but he guessed that this was a mother-child thing. 

However, as soon as he hung up the call, his eyes fell on the calendar. 

The feeling of having forgotten something didn’t let go and suddenly he understood why. 

,,Mc! Happy Birthday, I’m sorry I forgot,’’ he said, meaning it. 

You laughed over the phone. ,,Is this really the reason your calling again?’’ you asked, still happy that he did think of you. 

And when he finally came back, there was a big bag for you as a present and he himself was devoted to you.

Vanderwood

Actually, the both of you had an argument. 

This argument started two days before your birthday and went on with the both of you ignoring each other for at least two days after the date. 

But even if Vanderwood wouldn’t have been angry with you, he totally forgot. 

He just remembered when your age changed on the messenger as Saeyoung installed something that everyone could check each other’s age. 

He gasped, his eyes fixed on the screen as he tried to remember what day it was. 

When was your birthday and how many days passed? 

Suddenly, nothing made sense anymore and math seemed even harder. 

,,Mc,’’ he groaned, his voice trembling. 

For you, this must have been a hard day. 

,,I’m sorry,’’ he confessed, meaning it. 

,,I’m sorry for forgetting your birthday and for arguing with you. Because of that, you had an awful day,’’ he said. His lips were pressed against each other after he apologized and suddenly your eyes wandered to your watch to check the date. 

,,Oh, my birthday passed,’’ you said loudly. 

,,No one remembered my birthday,’’ you laughed. 

You didn’t want to cry, but suddenly a single tear left your eye and Vanderwood, who was already feeling bad, could feel his heart break into millions of pieces. 

,,I’m so sorry,’’ he assured you again, his body was holding yours now. 

,,No, it’s okay…I’m just…it was so much the past few days. I thought we would split, but now this… It’s okay, I’m not angry…just…let’s never ever go to bed again while being angry…’’ you begged him. 

And if there was something Vanderwood intended to do for the future, it was to hold his word and never ever go to bed without apologizing for forgetting your birthday.

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09.10.2022 // 22:10 MEST