#to me it doesn’t feel like i‘m aggressive about it?

[the-travelling-bitch]

i get that you don’t want minors on your blog but even as an 18+ (who also has it in their blog) is it really this necessary to be aggressive about it 24/7… like even as an adult it makes ME want to get off your blog lmao which i’m sure you’d most likely appreciate after this ask of mine 🐀

Realistically minors will stay on 18+ blogs regardless and could even lie about their age… the threatening messages unfortunately are not going to remove any minors fyi 😭

first of all, i don’t want you to get off my blog just because you sent an ask that doesn’t 100% align with my opinion, i‘m all for giving your opinions and listening to each other

and i wouldn’t have to say it all the time if people would just listen; not only do i think it’s really rude to ignore a person’s wish for an adult only space just because you want to read about your favourite character getting down and dirty, i could also get into legal trouble over it (it might be unlikely but still)

and i know it might seem like i say it a lot but a) i‘m currently very busy with college and can’t post a lot of fics and b) i post most of my every day thoughts on my sfw account, so it’s going to be often in proportion to other content; additionally some people might be new to the blog/ tumblr and since apparently nobody reads rules or pinned posts, i hope to get their attention this way

also, if i only had to filter out a handful of blogs, i wouldn’t be so hung up about it; but even if i just go through my follower list (reblogs and likes not counted) i block about one third of the people following me, which is very disheartening and a lot of work on top of it

i know that minors will always come to mine and others‘ blogs but the way i see it that’s not a reason for me to just keep my mouth shut

[justanothersanjilover]

I actually find it kind of funny that we collectively almost always think that in Zosan/Sanzo fanfics Sanji is the homophonic one and in denial of his own feelings. When Zoro has so much potential as well! Maybe not in the “internalized homophobia” kinda way, but in the “no one ever said something good about gays when I told them I’m gay, so I just assume everyone hates gays…and I have to pretend to hate them, too, to get accepted” kinda way.

Picture a very flamboyant Sanji, kinda open about his sexuality in ways of “I’m bi, I love guys as well, but I don’t really talk about it because no one ask me. I just assume everyone knows…I mean look at me”.

And one day Sanji is at a bar and a guy comes over to flirt with him. Sanji enjoys it, because it’s been a while since a guy showed interest in him. Being stuck on a ship with the same guys doesn’t bring much opportunities. It’s always something different than flirting with women - yes it’s sweet, too, most of the time. But there is this raw undertone and the promise of a rough time (in a good way) that he only gets with men. The guy gets a little touchy and Sanji likes it, goosebumps starting to wash over his body as he feels the callous fingers tracing up his back under his shirt. He smiles at the guy, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull him in and…

The guy gets yanked backward, stumbling and only catching himself on a table right before he can hit the ground. Zoro standing between him and Sanji.

“Get lost,” the swordsman growls and the guy practically flees from the bar.

“I didn’t know…” Sanji starts but gets cut off by Zoro.

“You need to tell those sissies to get lost; otherwise, they won’t leave you alone.”

“Excuse me?” Sanji’s shocked voice goes completely over Zoro’s head.

“Yeah, those bastards won’t leave you alone. You need to be a bit more aggressive and direc…”

A smack echoes through the room as the conversations around them die out. Zoro holding his hurting cheek, looking shocked at an angry Sanji - are those tears in his eyes? What the…and right at that moment Zoro’s mind clicks.

“Shit…sorry! I didn’t…I‘m…”

“Shut up, you big asshole!”

And then Sanji proceeds to literally kick Zoro out of the bar. Landing face-first in the dirt outside, Zoro is a bit disoriented because he hit his head on the cobblestones. Sanji storms out after him, grabbing the swordsman by the back of his shirt and pushing him down the street.

“Cook, let go…I’m…”

“I said shut up, Zoro!”

“But I…”

Sanji shoves Zoro into an ally and pushes him up against a wall - hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt.

“I don't mind you being rough and an idiot; I really don't!” Sanji yells in Zoro’s face.

“Cook…”

“But say those words again, and I will kick your head in!” He gets nearer to Zoro’s face as he talks.

“Let me…”

“I don't know if you’re aware of it.” Sanji yanks Zoro toward him only to crash his back against the wall again.

Zoro tries to talk again, but Sanji’s hand makes harsh contact with his cheek for a second time. He realizes he’d overstepped one of Sanji’s boundaries so far, Sanji is barely able to hold himself back.

“But I’m one of those people you call sissies and bastards. So…”

Suddenly, Zoro launches forward, pressing their lips together and shocking Sanji into complete silence. Another smack sounds as Sanji tries to hit Zoro again, but this time, Zoro can grab his hand, yanking Sanji toward him and turning so the cook is pressed against the wall.

“Can I finish my sentence now?” Zoro growls without actual bite behind his voice.

“I don't want to hear it! What’s even the matter with you?! You insult gay people and when I confront you, you’re kissing me?! What…”

Another press of Zoro’s lips against his shuts Sanji up again. This time Zoro stretches the length of their kiss, trying to deepen it but Sanji finally pushes him away.

“Please?” Zoro mumbles, looking like a beaten dog.

“Fine…but if you kiss me again, I’m gonna kick you from here back to the Sunny!”

Zoro nods and takes a deep breath.

“I don't have anything against gay people,” he holds up a hand as Sanji wants to interrupt. “Would be a bit of a hypocrite, to be honest.”

“The fuck you mean?!”

“I’m gay, cook! Always knew it…It’s just…growing up, every time I told someone, I lost friends or got kicked out from groups I was traveling with…I got beat up - at least they tried. And the amount of times I was told to kill myself, that it’s abnormal and unnatural…”

He shakes his head and looks apologizing at Sanji.

“I know I shouldn't have done what I did in the bar…I know I made the day of that guy so much worse, and I hate myself for it because I know how it feels! But I thought when I go over and “help” you, I wouldn't have to listen to you rambling about how a sissy tried to get touchy with you and how disgusting it was…I’m so sorry…”

Sanji shakes his head and grabs Zoro’s ear to tug on it.

“And you actually never caught the fact that I’m gay…or actually I’m bi. You really never saw that?!”

“You never said something…” Zoro poutes.

“Well, I thought it was obvious! Everyone in the crew knows…except for you apparently!”

“You know I’m not good at this stuff, and reading people is also not my strong side, so…Also, you’re one to scold me for it! You never caught on the fact that I’m gay!”

“I actually thought you weren't interested in anyone, to be honest…”

“Na, being ace is Luffy’s part,” Zoro grins and shakes his head.

Sanji scoffs and grabs Zoro by the front of his shirt, pulling him in. His blue eye fixed on Zoro’s grey.

“You ruined my evening of fun with that guy,” Sanji licks his lips while staring Zoro down - he is almost cute with blushing cheeks. “I think it’s only fair if you take his place. What you say?”

“I…fuck…I’ve never done anything with a guy actually,” Zoro stammers, blushing a even deeper red.

“That’s not gonna stop me, Marimo. But I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

And then Sanji walks toward a motel, Zoro tagging behind him like a dog running after a treat.

[kharmii]

It is so true that the entire fandom has a massive obsession with furries.

And are also converting normies into furries. Sometimes when I see fanart of Sneasler and it’s drawn in a furry-ish way a big part of me wonders if this artist has a sideblog containing furry nsfw with Ingo.

Or those weird hybrid designs. (When I‘m able to look past the furry implications I can appreciate a creative design but I also can’t unsee potential nsfw stuff for a lot of these.) What icks me the most about this is that furry stuff is accepted and even embraced as to blankshipping is taboo and "the worst"…

Personally I’m rather someone who wishes to engage a lot more with the Japanese community since they are still very much have the old fandom culture intact.

(Also when I‘m leaning more towards blankshipper over here it’s because they’re less to throw hissy fits at everyone who doesn’t bend over backwards to their beliefs. They can be just as nasty on some topics)

And so much yes for your annoyance for the celebration of politics in fandom. I don’t know when this has become such an issue (especially when I remember that back in the day in a previous fandom called Hetalia [a series that was based on the idea that each country was represented by a human and being a bit stereotypical (in a way that was funny or made you feel called out)] people were constantly reminding everyone not to include current day politics in their stuff, that was no biggie back when but nowadays it’s normal to use fandom and fiction to push their political agenda on people… Be it characters waving certain flags of countries or beliefs and all those surgery scars everywhere… I don’t wanna see this kind of content. Though I’m at least somewhat happy that so far I didn’t have to see artificial "assets" down below in art.

The only way to interact with the fandom is to mute and block each political movement and only interact with certain content that doesn’t deal with all this nonsense.

I have said it before but I really enjoy sharing opinions with you. While a lot comes off as probably harsher than it’s meant to but I appreciate your opinion and your perspective.

That was absolutely meant to come off harsh because Submas fandom (Volo too) is a nasty little mean girl clique gone wild. That's how social contagion works. You'll have a handful of aggressive vocal petty little twats who will convince everybody that 'this stupid thing is acceptable and yet this other stupid thing that's equally as stupid and harmless as the other thing is not acceptable'.

Next thing you know, the few bad apples who draw top surgery scarred fat furries have the whole fandom thinking that's what everybody is into. Normies might be like, "Well, I actually don't like any of that because it forces me to have a wastebasket I puke in when browsing this fandom, but I don't want anyone to call me a bigot.."

Most fans might be drawn to beauty and good things, but the whole theme seems to be centered around dreck and wallowing in misery (the shipping end anyway. General is more upbeat). Since everybody has blocked me at this point, I'm one of the few who isn't afraid to say what a lot of people might be thinking (like most of you, don't lie. Nobody likes a fat furry chili fart in the face).

Side note: I had to unfollow someone last week because they put up a post about Submas celebrating Pride Month...and yet they had to put the dig in about 'Proshippers DNI'. Hey, Emmet's pronouns list is a mile long! -So what aspect of Pride do they celebrate? Is it okay for weirdos to wear dog masks around kids? Is it okay to give minors puberty blockers? -And yet shipping brother-on-brother action with fictional characters (that doesn't hurt anybody) is taboo? Would you be okay with a grown-ass man exposing himself to a minor at a Pride Parade, and yet a 20/15 year old ship between Volo and Akari is taboo?

Anyway, how about some good old Submas Angst?

Art credit: こんぶ。@konbu_0915_ Twitter.

[sonnengewalt]

Hi! Nice blog! It took me a second, but is Robber an oc of yours? What are they like and how did you come up with the idea?

hii thank you!! :333

yeah, robber is my akudrive oc! i can’t say how i came up with the idea (i forgot lol) but i think it was linked to a hacker x reader fanfic i wrote back in late 2020 to early 2021…

about robber, i hope it‘s okay if i try to keep it a little short 🙏 i‘ll have to make an extra post that goes into more detail about him, though i suck at accurately describing him:

(content warning: mention of underage drug use)

he‘s impulsive? at least that’s one of the first things that come to my mind. he tends to say and do things without questioning the consequences first. he‘s a kleptomaniac too. i guess that sort of makes him an idiot sometimes 😭 he‘s my little boyfail </3

aggressive! that‘s another word that fits him well. robber becomes aggressive when he‘s mad or angered, which happens quite often. he tends to be more vocal than physical though, but will throw punches if so desired.

rebellious also fits him. he‘s 18 (so underage in japan) and does almost everything he‘s told not to do. he also does things he knows are bad for him, but gives little to no shit. (that being said, he‘s underage and does drugs like alcohol and cigarettes. i hope that doesn’t sound like i‘m romanticising it, even if i joke about it from time to time. i‘m trying to portray it‘s negative effects in his story) (then again, this is akudama drive…)

despite all of this, he loves his friends and family and will gladly take 10 bullets for them <3

that‘s some words that describe him, but i feel like they make him seem as a very serious person. he‘s not. like i said, he‘s a boyfail. he has genuine problems but first and foremost, he will get golden retrievers in hopes to retrieve gold. he will annoy the living shit out of hacker as his love language. he‘s like THE brawler and hoodlum love child.

[dhs-in-distress]

*looks at your reblog* 👀 Oh? Tell me more

(Omg I only found this accidentally cause I‘m new to having 2 blogs I‘m so sorry that I‘m only answering now, I swear I didn‘t even know this ask existed until now, but I‘m so happy you‘re interested ok aNYWAY-)

So that post I reblogged reminded me of a scene I wanted to write into that one TFA OC fanfiction I never finished so I’ll just talk about that (with a bit of context for comprehension‘s sake, but hopefully not too much cause all of the context would be like 50 pages)

(Oh also this is specifically about Scatterbrain/Scatters/SB/the one guy who‘s been infesting my brain like a parasite for the past 1.5 years)

So like basically Scatters has two main problems.

1: a dead boyfriend who got killed by the Cybertronian equivalent of the police, and

2: a „past“ in the stockades, where he got put after attacking the guy who killed his boyfriend, and which made him develop an extreme fear of getting things plugged into his medical port (and medical equipment in general) as a result of things they did there.

… Needless to say these two elements don‘t mix very well, both with each other as well as with just, being a functional person in general. If you add his other other problem with vulnerability and admitting to his fears and faults and distress, everything just goes to shit.

If you now put him in a situation where he has to be medically treated (by Ratchet btw, that info becomes important later) as a result of severe „bleeding“, and subsequently also get an oil/energon transfusion via the port, you get that post I reblogged, with some extras too! So I’ll just go into detail under the cut about how that’d play out, it’s kinda long and cringe and only makes sense to me and I‘m probably also the only one who gets this emotional about it cause this guy‘s entire psyche is like, in my brain. Anyway- proceed at your own risk :))

At first he‘d start being more and more aggressive, refusing to open his port at all and saying that he „doesn‘t need“ the transfusion, then going over to yelling about how he „doesn‘t need to do anything you tell me to actually“ when he starts to run out of arguments to cover up the fact he‘s just very afraid of all of this. This would however only result in aggravating Ratchet, ending in him getting Bulkhead to physically restrain Scatters to finally force open his port and get the transfusion going already, because he really does need it. And yeah… the physical restraint coupled with the forceful intrusion doesn’t help at all with differentiating this experience from the stockades. Having already been out of it due to his low energy levels, now with the added reminder of these other two factors, Scatters starts hysterically crying and begging to „make it stop“ and just fully reliving his imprisonment at this point. Obviously Bulkhead doesn’t have any idea what‘s going on, and while Ratchet can make an educated guess (from experience cough cough), that doesn‘t help much with figuring out how to make him stop having an episode.

(I feel the need to mention here that I believe in the popular(?) theory(?) that the bots have next to no idea what mental health/illness even is, let alone how to treat it when it gets bad)

Anyway, they just try to get all the fuel levels into a normal range as quickly as possible, after which everything is removed from Scatters immediately. This does get him to stop begging and screaming, but he‘s still crying, shaking violently and very obviously not all there yet. Bulkhead gets him off of the operating table they‘d had him on, and half pushes half carries him out of the medbay and just, outside, in an effort to get him to calm down somehow. I‘d imagine he‘d also be very overwhelmed in that moment and would like to get someone out there with him to help, but since he‘s the only one in team prime Scatters „tolerates“, doing that would probably just make things worse, so he endures. Scatters then starts clinging to Bulkhead‘s arm when he tries to pull away, mumbling both to and about his dead lover until he eventually becomes fully aware of his surroundings again, pulls away and stares at Bulkhead for a solid minute before saying the classic „if you tell anyone about this I will make you swallow your own wrecking ball istg“ and running away to have the rest of his „moment“ somewhere else alone.

So yeah the post I reblogged just reminded me of the medical torture flashback thing, because calling out for help at all, let alone screaming, begging, crying… physical touch that isn’t violent… opening up like that in general, aren‘t really things that Scatters does. He‘s the „I hate every form of intimacy and emotional honesty and would literally rather perish than let anyone know how I feel, why I feel that way or let them help me with my troubles. Fuck you, die.“ kind of person.

I hate him he‘s so terrible he‘s suffering he‘s so unwell someone get this bitch a therapist please someone kill him actually it‘s fine he gets better by the end of everything hahahhaahaaaa.

(I just accidentally deleted the entire paragraph about how his obsession with and unhealthy idolising of his dead lover are like,, core parts of his character and how everything links back to that and how his entire arc is about learning to accept that guy‘s death and how to be his own person again and not tying every action to „what would he want? What would he have done?“ and letting go and not acting like his life is completely over whenever he gets reminded of everyone‘s mortality and letting himself love other people and not feeling guilty about it and and and and- basically I‘m pissed I deleted that and can‘t get it back and that THIS is the only substitute I can come up with. Kill me.)

(Oh also there‘s smth about letting himself feel other things again cause like hate and longing are pretty much the only things he‘s felt for like 1 million years so yh I really shouldn‘t have named him Scatterbrain of all things huh cause the one thing he is is singleminded (and unable to let go of one thing/person). Oh well.)

Ok this was all really really long and unnecessary I hope your brain isn‘t melting out of your ears. I certainlydid tell you more though haha…´:]

[lavenderpearls]

Some thoughts about Basta (and Capricorn)

I just saw a post about the Inkheart characters and how PTSD could be a possible explanation for Basta‘s behavior. And I had thoughts about it.

So I decided to share them, even though I have no idea if anyone is interested in this.

I think that PTSD is kinda a part of what’s going on with Basta. We know he had a rough childhood, wasn’t treated well by his parents or the people that were supposed to care for him back then. And later Fenoglio stated that Capricorn didn’t treat him much better. (And let’s be honest, we also see that Capricorn only „cares“ for him as long as he‘s useful). And then there’s all the other stuff, like that time he got both his arms burned or later when Mo read him, Capricorn and Dustfinger out of their world.

So yeah, he surely has been through a lot.

But while that would be enough to end up with PTSD, I think he fits the criteria for Antisocial Personality Disorder a bit better.

According to the DSM-5 the symptoms of Antisocial Personality Disorder are

• Failure to confirm to social norms concerning lawful behaviors, as indicated by repeatedly performing acts that are grounds for arrest. (Do I even have to say anything here?Basta killed people, is the reason for Dustfingers scars, stole stuff, broke into houses, used to set things on fire, kidnapped people, all of this multiple times and in Inkspell it‘s literally mentioned that he was arrested after Capricorn died)

• Deceitfulness, as indicated by repeated lying, use of aliases, or conning others for personal profit or pleasure (Tbh this is more of a Capricorn thing, who also has ASPD imo, just a different subtype, but I‘ll get into that later)

• Impulsivity or failure to plan. (Throughout all the books Basta is CONSTANTLY doing impulsive stuff, and in Inkheart Capricorn literally said that this was a problem with him)

• Irritability and aggressiveness, as indicated by repeated physical fights or assaults. (I can’t mention all the times this was the case, it would be too much)

• Having no regard for the safety of self or others. (Pretty self explanatory.)

• Consistent irresponsibility, as indicated by repeated failure to sustain consistent work behavior or honor financial obligations (A little more difficult, because of the way the inkworld works and how Basta's life turned out in our world. He‘s never had a normal job. His job basically was being a criminal.)

• Lack of remorse, or inability to feel guilt, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another. (The times he killed people and didn’t give a shit? The fact that he had no problem with threatening children? Just to name a few things. He never really seemed to feel guilty for all the things he did. The only time he kinda feels bad about it is when he thinks this could cause problems for himself, like that time he made sure the cat in Meggies room could escape through the window. He didn’t care about the cat. He was worried that it would bring bad luck to him to let it starve in there. Just as an example.)

So with all this we can be pretty sure he has ASPD.

But there’s more to unpack.

One of the criteria for the disorder is that these or at least similar antisocial behaviors already occurred before the age of 15. We don’t know exactly if they did, but I think we can assume it. If I remember it correctly Fenoglio mentioned that Basta was younger than Meggie, wo was 12 at that time, when Capricorn took him in. And probably not because he felt sorry for the boy, but because he saw something in him that could be useful later.

Speaking about Capricorn. I said that I’m sure he also has ASPD. But he’s pretty different from Basta. At least in some ways. He’s so cold most of the time, much less impulsive, he’s able to plan ahead and also to control a bunch of other criminals.

To make this a little shorter, there’s a lot of different theories about this that include different subtypes, but one basically says that you can somewhat put people with ASPD in two different groups.

The ones that are cold, more rational and manipulative (like Capricorn) and the ones that are more openly aggressive and impulsive, like Basta. (That’s also where people sometimes draw the line between psychopaths and sociopaths, even though there‘s also a little more to that, but I‘m not gonna get into it now cause this text is already ridiculously long)

But to stay with all this 'subtype of ASPD'-stuff for a little longer - you might wonder at this point where Basta's superstitions and his constant fear of bad luck fits into all this. And I have a theory for that as well.

Malignant Narcissism. A syndrome first described by Otto Kernberg. It’s, to keep it short, a mix of narcissistic personality disorder (which btw very often appears together with ASPD) and ASPD.

It’s, apart from all the stuff I mentioned earlier, characterized by sadism (remember how Basta actually enjoys threatening people, how he likes to tell stories about all the awful stuff he and others did in detail, watching people get uncomfortable, etc? Sounds pretty sadistic to me.) AND paranoia. He’s constantly afraid something bad is gonna happen. But this could also be due to some OCD that he might have as well. (I gotta say this here, with personality disorders it’s not uncommon for people to have multiple ones that overlap. That’s what often makes it so hard to give a proper diagnosis.)

But what’s more interesting to me is that malignant narcissists, while usually not caring about anyone but themselves and being unable to maintain healthy relationships with others (remember when Dustfinger was hiding in Bastas house and mentions that Basta has literally no friends?), can show some sort of loyalty to a few people. Which is the case for Basta, since he‘s incredibly loyal to Capricorn.

So while generally being a pretty awful person, Basta has, at least somewhat, the ability to care about a selected few individuals.

Which I think is also the reason why there’s more fanfiction about him than Capricorn. Capricorn doesn’t care about anyone. He doesn’t even care about his own mother, or Resa, who was known to be his favorite of out all the maids. As soon as she caused problems for him, he decided to get rid of her. So with him, there’s a lot less to explore and to work with.

And, something more general about ASPD, it‘s as far as we know at this point, usually caused by a combination of genetic and environmental factors, such as neglect or abuse during childhood.

And Capricorn is a great example for this, since the genetic and environmental factors are both definitely there. We know his father used to beat him, and Mortola displays a lot of ASPD symptoms herself.

And for Basta, it was mentioned that he was a very unhappy child. Sadly we don’t know anything about his parents or what exactly happened during his childhood. (Maybe we could ask Cornelia about his parents in the next livestream?)

There’s still more I could talk about, for example some interesting studies about ASPD and reactions to fear that would also apply to both Basta and Capricorn, just in different ways or how ASPD works in general, but maybe I‘ll make a different post about that sometime.

Also feel free to tell me what you guys think about this, it‘s super interesting and I bet there’s even more to say that I haven’t talked about.

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

sorry I’m having a clown story complaint about my parent again and just need to rant 🙃

so they come into my room with our cat and tell me it was funny to hear me giggle tonight (/gen, not actually sarcasm), saying “I heard you and wondered what’s that?“ to which I reply “and then probably: Are you still here?” which refers to an argument we had a few days ago where I got up early, think 3am, to stream the DLC for friends in a different time zone. My playstation from which I stream is in our shared living room and I had informed them about my plans the night before so they wouldn’t get worried should they hear sounds from downstairs in the middle of the night but I generally kept very quiet and used a headset.

When they came down around 6am bc they had to go to work I was still playing but not streaming anymore and greated them with a friendly “Good morning”. All I got as a reply was a growled “Are you still here?”. 🙃 I get that it’s the early morning and I had been awake for a while but I still find that rude asf even or especially if you’re talking to your adult child. I would have been fine with no answer or a groan or just any sign they were not up to talk, all I got was a passive aggressive rude as shit remark and I let them know how I felt about it. At first we laughed about it bc they recognised it was out of place.

I have brought this up multiple times because I am still upset about it. If this was a singular occurrence I probably would have let it go but things like this keep happening since I’ve been a child and they refuse to apologise for it or even acknowledge that their behaviour was totally rude and that it is another instance of them not taking me seriously when I am upset. Call me weird but I think that being family or friends does not give anyone permission to be rude. It also was not a playful or sarcastic comment. It was 100% meant like that and said like my existance is a waste of space. It doesn’t matter if that was the actual intention behind it (I don’t even think so) and they’re an adult who should know.

So I comment this and they immediately know, turn to our cat and say how good it is that she, the cat, doesn’t hold grudges unlike me. I am not saying this lightly but… my parent actually respects the cat‘s autonomy and boundaries and if they didn’t maybe she would react more like me because that’s not the same way I have been treated. I hate this. I hate that I am not joking.

Now this is snippy but I ask if maybe it had occurred to them that I hold grudges that much because my parent has almost never actually done things to protect me or be on my side, neither in my childhood nor in my grown-up life. By that I don’t mean give me everything I want but rather basic things like respecting my boundaries and actually helping me enforce them when others like strangers or family members etc are crossing them. (I have my entire life been unnecessarily criticised by my parent and always been asked to compromise my own set of boundaries/well-being/need for protection in favour of others.) Then they come with the whole dramatic spiel again of how many things they have done and do for me which I never acknowledge and am never thankful for, that I‘m always just complaining and they have already apologised for they things they have done wrong. Also all not true. I am very thankful for the support I actually have received, make a point to express that as much as possible and literally tell them every time this is brought up that this is not mutually exclusive and you can still do good in many aspects and do harm in others. Additionally I have rarely received apologies for anything but even when I did their behaviour would not reflect that.

I am so done with this. I hate it so much. I can’t even have a proper conversation with them about these things without having them escalate it to yet another conflict and it constantly feels like I‘m fighting a teenager.

[thegracelessfaceless]

Hey, I hope you‘re doing good!

If you‘re okay with it, I‘d like to ask for a creepypasta matchup please!

Physical stuff:

I‘m around 5‘7 with a rather athletic build and I‘m definitely working on having defined muscles, even though some people look at me weird for that, since I‘m a girl. I have dark blonde hair at around shoulder length and am rather pale. I get a lot of compliments about my eyes, which are light-brown and have very long and dark eyelashes. Most people even assume they’re fake at first glance.

I tend to wear whatever style fits my mood, but I have a special love for business clothing. But I also really like being comfortable, so I also have a lot of leggings and oversized hoodies. I pretty much always wear some kind of necklace and earrings though, no matter which clothes I have on.

General stuff:

About the MBTI - I always either get ENTJ or ENFJ. I‘m a Gemini sun with a Scorpio moon and Sagittarius rising, which are constantly at war.

I‘m also Demi-pansexual, but have a preference in men.

Hobbies:

- Reading, writing, drawing

- Climbing, Karate, going to the gym, yoga

- learning new languages

- learnings about politics, economics, philosophy and science (AI, biology, physics and I‘ll just count learning hacking into here as well)

- cooking and baking

Likes:

Nature, forests and mountains especially, animals (I own a cat), adventures big and small, going for long walks in the early morning, play-fights, talking to/ getting to know strangers, discussing politics and philosophy, tidy rooms, tea, coffee and hot chocolate, learning new things

Dislikes:

People who don’t care about logic and studies and can’t admit that they‘re wrong, boredom, people with no passions/interests whatsoever, people who hate risks and take themselves too seriously

Values:

1. FREEDOM. I won’t ever let anyone take that away from me. I can’t stand making myself dependent on someone - or someone making themselves dependent on me. Freedom does not mean coldness or distantness however, just that you trust your partner. Jealousy is a big no-no in the longterm.

2. Love. Most people just want to be understood and to be seen. I want people to be able to be whoever they want to be with me. I walk towards people having in mind that I like them and they can work their up or down from there. But even if I don’t end up liking them, I‘d still help them if they need it. Because, after all, I just love making peoples day a little better.

3. Success. If I want to reach a goal, I‘ll do everything necessary to do so. That doesn’t mean though that if I realize this goal was a mistake that I still wouldn’t stop and just keep on going the wrong way - that wouldn’t be true success. True success for me requires following my moral compass and reflecting my choices a lot.

Other:

- I love to daydream and coming up with short stories

- can and will send you pictures of cute animals I‘ve drawn with sentences like „lil‘ cat is coming to make your day a lil‘ better!“

- I have synesthesia: I can visually see my emotions as colors

- Because of some very bad trauma, I‘m scared of being touched in a even remotely intimate/sexual way. I need a lot of time and trust until I can enjoy even just hugging someone. This trauma is also why I wouldn’t ever want to get pregnant. It would the worst thing for me.

- I have some issues with anorexia sometimes, as well as with depression. This depression can make me have hallucinations and sometimes be very very aggressive. It’s extremely unusual for me to lose control though

- I have a ton of stuffed animals that I let only very few people touch. Most of them were gifted to me by people who were very important to me and died during my childhood. So stuffed animals are basically one of the biggest gifts to me

- the Love Language I speak is probably a mixture of quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation. But the ones I understand are quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch. I really like taking care of my own business myself the most

I match you with...

Tim Wright/ Masky

I feel like Tim can be a very patient man, and let's face it, both him and Masky have trust problems. So I feel like you would both take your time getting to know each other.

I also feel like Tim is a good match for you because he values your independent streak. Neither Tim or Masky need a girl that can't take care of themselves. He likes how hard you work towards goals and how driven you are.

I headcanon that Tim is a kind of "jack of all trades" guy, not just in physical work, but conversationally too. He'll keep you engaged in great conversation for hours, no matter the subject. He's also pretty good at reigning you back in when you get too riled up.

Tim's love languages are like yours, quality time, words of affirmation, and acts of service, but Masky is more tuned into physical touch. He can have entire conversations with you with just a few touches

Tim understands depression, given his mental health history and he cares, but he won't let you wallow in it. This is where he and Masky agree, sometimes, tough love is needed.

Tim met you outside of the library and he just had to shoot his shot. He's not sure if you were just being nice at first or picked up on his nervous energy, but you gave him a chance. The two of you stayed in the friend zone for a long time, not rushing anything.

When you met Masky, and then realized Tim wasn't aware of Masky, you decided to start working to bring them together, so they could function as a cohesive unit.

This is going... As well as can be expected.

So sometimes, it really is like you're dating two different people.

Both like to teach you new things. Tim taught you how to figure out more complex ciphers, and Masky likes to take you to the shooting range and play fight with you.

Every time either see you do something they taught you, the aura of "proud papa" comes over them.

When you finally are ready to have sex, you actually had to experience two first times, your first time with Tim and your first time with Masky (🚫Anon I saw your post on @whaleofatjme1920 's chat today, thanks for the headcanon idea!)

Masky has made it clear, no matter who it is, that you are off limits to all the other creeps. This goes to everyone from The Rake to Zalgo, to his own boss.

You won't be anyone's pawn

[biconderoga]

Scenario: Kuroo thought he had come up with a foolproof promposal

Word Count: 1,253

Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem! S/O

A loud resounding slam was heard throughout the gym. Then another, and another. It wasn’t anything unusual, since the volleyball club currently occupied the gym. However the members of the club could sense the tense mood that radiated off their captain. Their captain, Kuroo, aggressively spiked set after set. The intense gaze that he held made anyone in the area tense up.

Lev, who was unfortunate enough to make eye contact with Kuroo, shuddered, “Doesn’t captain seem a bit, on edge?”

Kenma shrugged, not even looking up from his game console, “Seems the same to me, Lev.”

“Are you sure? He’s really pushing Tamahiko through the wringer.”

Kenma sighed and paused the game on his console, “Why don’t you ask him if you’re so curious? I’m kind of busy here.” The shorter male resumed his game, completely ignoring the scowl that Lev formed.

After quietly mocking Kenma behind his back, Lev reluctantly listened to his advice. The lanky boy made his way towards Kuroo, careful to avoid any volleyballs that were shot in his direction. He took a deep breath, and practically screamed out, “What’s wrong captain?!”

Kuroo, who was about to jump for another spike, staggered and nearly tripped on his own foot. “Huh, what’re talking about?”

“You seem…” Lev paused, worried that he was about to set off an emotional bomb, “upset.”

“Is that so?” Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck, “You could say that. Had some bad luck this girl.”

Nearby, Yamamoto practically choked on his water. “A-a girl?! Kuroo Tetsuro, our captain, is having girl trouble?!” The wing spiker ran up to Kuroo, and clasped his shoulders, “So you aren’t some godly playboy?! How does it feel to be rejected for once!”

“I‘m not a playboy,” Kuroo deadpanned, “Just because some girls like me doesn’t mean I’m one. Can’t say you’d understand though.”

Yamamoto practically deflated, “Oh.”

“What girl was it?” Lev questioned.

Kenma, who was silent the whole ordeal piped up, “Was it that whole plan you had with S/O?”

Kuroo nodded, “Yep, clever as always! It was bad.”

The final bell had rang, and Kuroo rushed off to the culinary arts room. Usually the bed-headed male would loiter around the hallways or meet up with Kenma as he waited for practice to begin. However, this afternoon he was a man on a mission. This was because in a few weeks time, the ever renowned prom would be taking place at Nekoma High.

Normally Kuroo would be nonchalant about the whole ordeal. He had always pictured it being a night to hangout with friends. He would drag Kenma out of his room (then again that was a given for any social event) , and dance the night away with his friends. Just the usual stuff teenage boys would do. He hadn’t planned on asking a girl out.

Kuroo was well-known in Nekoma’s female populace, yet he never experienced a serious relationship. The kind where he would take a bullet for them. Sure, he’d push them out of the way, but his attraction never went to the ‘risking your life stage’. He never understood those coming-of-age films in which the male protagonist would drop everything to enact the perfect promposal for the love interest.

Despite all odds, Kuroo still found himself in his current situation. One girl had unknowingly pulled Kuroo into the stage where he would do anything for her! Kuroo had thought it was rather pathetic. To him, high school was a time to find yourself and make mistakes. He would dabble in romance as he studied away, but he never thought he would so hopelessly fall for a girl.

So now he understood those movie protagonists! For he too would want the best promposal for his crush. Kuroo had intricately planned it out. S/O, who was an avid member of the culinary club, enjoyed drinking coffee. So, Kuroo had based his plan around that. He enlisted the help of YouTube and figured out how to do the most basic of latte art! The second step of his masterful plan was to make it into the culinary arts before S/O did, and swiftly make them a latte. On top of the milky foam, he planned to write out in cursive ‘Prom?’.

Overall, it was a relatively simple plan and Kuroo was quite confident in his chances. S/O would swoon before she accepted, and then the night of prom he would ask to make things official!

As he mentally patted himself on the back, Kuroo had arrived to his destination. He had around ten minutes to work, as S/O was on cleaning duty that afternoon. He flicked on the room’s light switch and got to work.

As carefully as possible, Kuroo went about the process and made the latte. Then, it was onto the latte art. He grabbed a nearby toothpick and began to write his message. Just as he was about to add the finishing touches, the room’s door opened.

“Oh Kuroo! What’re you doing over there?” S/O walked into and attempted to peer over Kuroo’s shoulder.

Kuroo, who was shocked that she came earlier than expected, jolted. “Oh, hey,” He tried to play sauve, “surprised to see you here.”

“Kuroo, this is my clubroom.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes and pushed S/O to a nearby table, “Yeah, yeah. Sit down I have a surprise for you!”

S/O happily obliged to Kuroo’s request as she pondered on what the surprise could be. However, before she could get a solid idea of what it could be, Kuroo placed a cup in front of her.

A few seconds ticked by, and not a word was said. Kuroo nervously smiled, and hoped that S/O was just surprised, “So…?”

S/O awkwardly laughed, “Um…I don’t know how to respond to this?” She turned the cup towards him, “What do you mean porn? Is this a joke?”

“What?” Kuroo peered down to the cup, and lo and behold was a latte that said ‘Porn?’ in cursive. An uncharacteristic blush formed on his face. He was beyond embarrassed, how could he misspell prom?! “I was…It was supposed to say prom! I don’t know this could happen. I promise I’m not suggesting anything!”

S/O was shocked at the sight before her, the usually calm and stoic captain was a flustered mess! “Kuroo, don’t worry! It probably got messed up when I surprised you or when you brought it to me. It’s no biggie.”

“Yeah you’re right,” Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck, “and here I thought I had a foolproof promposal.”

“Oh? A promposal?”

“Yeah, but I to get to practice! See you S/O!”

“Hey wait!” S/O went to reach out for Kuroo’s sleeve, but he was gone in a blink of an eye.

Presently, Lev and Yamamoto intently listened to Kuroo as he ended his tale, while Kenma played his game nearby. Practice had officially ended, and the club was gathering up their equipment.

“Kuroo, you really are an idiot.”

“Ouch, Kenma, words hurt y’know?”

Kenma sighed at his friend’s antics, “Stop pitying yourself and get an actual answer from her.” With that, Kenma and the others left Kuroo alone.

Kuroo sat on a nearby bench and went to grab his phone. He opened his phone for the first time in a couple hours. He had a few notifications from his mom concerning dinner, but a recent alert caught his attention.

S/O had complimented the taste of his latte, and followed by asking if they should match with red or black.

Kuroo smiled down to his phone and quickly typed out black.

[creepypocky]

Hey, I hope you‘re doing good!

I‘d like to ask for a romantic matchup please, if it’s not causing you any stress!

General stuff:

- for MBTI: always either ENFJ or ENTJ

- Gemini sun, but it’s in a constant war with my Scorpio moon and Sagittarius ascendant

- I‘m Demi-pansexual, but with slight preference in men

Physical stuff:

- around 5‘7 tall

- rather athletic build already , but want to get even more lean and gain muscle

- brown eyes with naturally long and dark eyelashes

- dark-blonde hair

- some rather noticeable scars on my thighs/upper body (I did a lot of bullshit as a kid)

Hobbies:

- I‘m big on philosophy, politics and economics. I can talk about that stuff for hours

- climbing, yoga and karate

- drawing, both digitally and traditionally

- Reading (pretty much every genre) and writing

- learning languages, currently french

- cooking and baking

- programming/hacking (still a beginner on this one though)

Values:

- FREEDOM. I can’t have anyone take that one away. As soon as I start to feel like someone is making themselves dependent on me, I subconsciously back up, at least if I don’t know them really well. And jealousy? I want to trust my partner and I want them to trust me. The same applies to supporting each other. I‘ll always have their back, no questions asked abs expect them to act the same

- Love. I want to make the people around me feel cherished. I want them to be able to be whoever they want to be. And I‘ll help them the best I can whenever they need it. And the best thing? Everyone is worthy of it. Most people just want to be understood, to be seen - and you can do that with love.

- success. I have certain goals that I want to reach. Some of them are already done. But I probably won’t ever run out. I‘m not the person who settles with the status quo, I want to reach maximum potential. And I won’t accept things or people that stop me from doing so. This does definitely not mean that I can’t be wrong - I certainly can be. And then I‘ll change my mind. I‘m not going to keep doing a mistake just for the principle.

Things I like:

- nature

- challenges

- exploring

- traveling

- animals

- talking to (new) people, also debating with them

- science (mainly biology, physics, medicine, psychology and A.I.-development)

Things I dislike:

- People who think they can’t be wrong and/or don’t care about facts and logic

- People with no passions

- People who are mean without any reason

Other:

- I‘m a switch and I have that mentality in all my relationships. Like, I hate Routine only - you just gotta switch things up sometimes. It’s all about the play fights for me

- I have both a rough and soft dominant side, of which the latter also shows as soon as I take care of people

- I‘ve got some issues with overworking myself. Also with aggression, but I‘m working on those

- I have Synesthesia, can see my emotions as colors

- also am hypermobile, which means that I can bend in really strange ways

- I would actually like to become a politician one day, as I want to make a change in the world

- am scared of being touched with a lot of people, but don’t let me fool you, I love cuddling and affection

- am not willing to get pregnant. Ever. Big no.

- own a ton of stuffed animals and will forever love and protect those

- can and will send you little drawn pictures of cute animals made by me with sentences like „Sleepy boi hopes you dream of something beautiful tonight“ on those

Thank you for reading through all this, I hope it wasn’t too much!

Have a great day/night ^^

Hiii, <3

I am doing well, thank you. <3 I hope you are doing well too.

|| I match you with: Hoodie! ||

I have so much to say, omg. But I love the information you gave me so thank you.

First of all, he admires your personality and ideals SO MUCH! He thinks you’re so strong and you being passionate about those things really drew him in to you.

He thinks you look really cool with a muscular build, he will constantly work out with you and give you tips on how to get stronger and more defined muscles. He’s a bit of a workout enthusiast so he knows a lot about how it works. If you ever feel comfortable with it, he’d listen to you talk about your childhood and how you got all your scars because he loves learning about you.

Our boy hoodie is quiet. Actually no, that’s a huge understatement. He’s the most silent man you’ll ever meet, but despite this, he also loves the topic of politics and debating. He’s not shy, so when the two of you get together he will most definitely love to debate with you on politics and philosophy. Some of his beliefs are, questionable, to say the least. But he loves debating with you regardless because it’s super fun for him, and he rarely gets to just let himself speak his mind and have fun with someone like that.

He likes you watch you do art, and will ask you to draw stuff for him if he’s really interested, which he usually is. He thinks you’re super talented and admires you putting work into stuff like art. He likes reading as well and loves to just sit quietly with you and read a book, especially when it’s a warm night and it’s raining out. Please show him your writing, he likes reading so he will especially love whatever you write and will give you constructive criticism on it.

He’s not fluent in many languages besides English, so he would probably really appreciate it if you ever taught him another language and helped him understand because even though he’s kind of too lost to learn he will still appreciate you for your time.

Hoodie is also really passionate about freedom, and there’s a reason for it. Working under Slender as a proxy is one of the most difficult jobs imaginable, and at times he feels like he doesn’t belong to his own body anymore. When he’s able to have free time he lives in the moment because he knows that Slender can take away all of his freedom at any time if he felt like it. Hoodie isn’t a really jealous guy unless someone provokes him and he trusts you, so you don’t have to worry much about him being distrusting of you or too jealous.

He most definitely understands wanting others to feel loved and completely understands wanting to feel loved. Almost his whole life he’s felt insignificant and unworthy of love, especially since he became a proxy because he knows what he’s doing as a job is horrible but he does it anyway. Ultimately though, being with you makes him feel loved constantly and you give him so much life outside of his empty shell that he used to wallow in.

He admires your passion for success immensely, and you inspire him so much to become better as a person and better at his job. Even though he knows his job is fucked up, he still believes in Slendermans cause and wants to do his best at his job to fulfill the prophecy that’s given to him.

He loves nature as well, he basically breathes to just walk in the forest with you and take in the air. He likes challenges too because he finds it boring if he just wins at everything, he wants people to question him and give him reasons to work hard to beat them in a debate or beat them physically. He doesn’t know a lot about science admittedly but he would love you explaining science to him.

He definitely understands wanting to switch things up, he can be a bit of a dominate in a relationship but when he’s having a bad day or he’s not feeling it he loves it when you just take care of him and make him feel valid. He also loves you challenging him to be the dom of the relationship and lead him, and he’ll basically fight you for it if he feels like it.

If you’re ever overworking yourself, don’t worry, he definitely knows how it feels. He’ll give you advice on how to better pace yourself and still let yourself get stuff done, because he doesn’t want you to be too stressed out.

At first when he saw you bending in weird ways, he was pretty indifferent about it. After all, he works under an extremely tall faceless man and works with people that aren’t even human. But, he still thinks it’s pretty cool that you can do that and enjoys watching you bend in weird ways.

He also does not want kids. Too much stress. He’ll definitely get you all the stuffed animals you want if it means he gets to see your smile.

~~~

I hope you liked this matchup. <3 Have an amazing day/night and take care of yourself! :)

[honeymoonjin]

pre-elimination thoughts

hello here is a compiled list of all the asks i woke up to this morning relating to the elimination ksdjfks please enjoy 

If u see it from the pov of yn like actually that the person yn said “lets vote kook off after he shared his feelings and got provoked abt it” thats gonna hurt koo so much and he probably will completely shut himself off/ maybe even ask to leave the house if sora allows that?😳 and for yall b’s to vote him off!!! I’ll never forgive yall if sora announces that he got voted off fr fr!!!

Listen I’m not trying to be hateful but what did tae give us this week in comparison to JK??? Did he give us a whole scene? did he take the time to set up the gym into an exam room? Give us a sexy doctor moment?? No. He gave us some relatively mild puppy play which is fine!! But i mean compared to everyone else’s scene?? JK needs his moment, needs US on his side! Tae will still have jimin if he gets eliminated but koo needs a moment to shine! #byetae #savejk

I just remembered the elimination is based on sex...i voted the wrong person😞

why are people kicking off hoseok what did my man do

I’m gonna day this once. Vote koo out and I’m coming for kneecaps. There is so much potential there with the Maknae line. Listen hear me out the candidate that would hurt the least is hobi I know he was gonna get booted last week but like he’s the one that is the least emotionally attached to yn ya feel?! And also I feel like this opens up opportunities for him to dick down other members…. not naming names but *cough* jimin *cough* anyways that’s my tea if Jungkook is booted this week Readers …. I’m cracking my knuckles and we’re fucking throwing hands accept there won’t be a Seokjin and Yoongi to hold me back when I push y’all on a coffee table 😤😤🥱🥱👊🏾👊🏾

jimin may of instigated the fight, but jungkook threw the first punch and to me that’s a lot worse

the way it just took me five minutes to vote 💀 and 4 minutes and 55 seconds of those 5, i was just staring at my wall contemplating

Let's try and think with the few braincells we have left fam. Hoseok scenes are the most fun to read bc he is extremely confident and also one of the most experienced in the house. DON'T VOTE HIM OUT. A lot of the others could have a great storyline just hanging out in the house and creating sexual tension and drama. HOSEOK SHINES WHEN HE'S PERFORMING AND BEING A HARD ASS CONFINDENT SEXY DOM. PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU DON'T VOTE HIM OUT JUST YET.

i swear to fucking god i y'all vote hoseok out i'm rioting

People out here fighting for who should get eliminated but I'm here cant even figure out who to vote for cause I love all of them so much,,,, BUT IF ANYONE EVEN COMES NEAR MY BABY JIMIN AND YOONGI AND KOO IM KILLING ON SIGHT -jimin slap me anon

Ngl y’all wish I could vote y/n out 😂😂😂 girl gets into a relationship on a porn show... with 2 guys she doesn’t really seem to even like that much in a romantic way. Idk I’m fine with vmin but I don’t like the poly :/ not because it’s poly just because it doesn’t make sense + it’s complicating a lot of shit. I love the story though so I’m gonna keep reading it I just don’t agree with the relationship. I don’t think she should have a relationship with any of them until the show is over

Aaah this chapter was so good but also a mess 😭 I literally don’t know who to choose, I would actually be the worst in such a situation because I hate making decisions like that! I‘m seeing all those aggressive asks you’re getting and I‘m just sitting in the corner over here instead trying to deal with emotions 🥺 I just hope they’re all going to be alright in the end!!

I sent u two asks already queen and it def shows what good of a job you've done but this time let me be selfish for a second Because these anons are pissing me OFF! I can't believe so many people are in favour of voting Taekook out bro I'm really gonna pull a Kook and fight yall in the living room like UR really gonna break their hearts like that? JKS gonna blame himself for opening up and Tae will be devastated that he cant touch MC since touch is one of his love languages! Yall make Me SIQUE!

im voting tae out bc imo his scene was v plain. I get that pet play is out there n kinky but it was boring. While the hopekook scene with y/n was explosive it felt like tae having jimin there for his scene was a cop out. n then they did their dumb poly thing which should honestly be against the rules. WHAT SNAKES! also ngl but i feel like jimins been such a b to hopekook all the time FOR WHAT! im voting out tae for this week n jimin after. VMIN CAN GO FUCK EACH OTHER IN THE BUNKS FOR ALL OF TIME

Please please please don’t throw JK under the bus, if he gets eliminated his mental state is going to crumble even more than it already did, poor baby boy doesn’t deserve to get eliminated specially if we vote solely on the sex, because this man really went all out with his prompt, he was so diligent with staying in character and all, AND come on y’all did you not read the part in which he was being taken out crying while saying how sorry he was for the mess? We can’t break his heart even more

#kickjk2020 vminy/n for the win ‼️😼

Okay I’m sorry for yelling in my last ask BUT I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t relate to the way jk reacted bc I’d definitely feel the same as him that, doesn’t make the actions he took right but I mean have y’all really never felt that upset and alone before? You’re up against a wall with no where to go dude. Ofc you’re gonna lash out. His prompt was AMAZING he put in so much effort and it was SPICEY. And he felt so apologetic after the fight. He needs more time please:(((( #SaveJungkook

Ok but what i think some of us don’t get is that the elimination vote is from Y/N’s perspective, right? So how in the world will that go down? After all this, her voting Jk off. So, what i’m saying is #saveSora and #savejk

that chapter was so emotionally exhausting 😓 you’re such a great writer but it breaks my heart nonetheless. I guess that’s all I have to say about the chapter. but as far as voting, my choices are COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. cause one I want to vote out based off of sex, and the other strictly based on emotion. uugh I can’t decide (even though I know you want it based on sex). my final statement I’ll campaign for is PLEASE don’t vote out jin or joon 🥺 #savejin&joon

I see ask about voting my man Jimin or sweet baby boy jk and even sweet taetae out while I'm here wondering if we can veto yn out 😔 i get her pov but damn im really pissed that she just gets "plant mode on" in situations like this

I’m so sorry for my baby but Tae is the one who has to go, c’mon everyone he is the safest option! He will still have Jimin and he can still have fun with the rest of the gentlemen, and you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t enjoy just watching and/ or punishing y/n when she decides that she can’t keep her hands to herself, HE WOULD STILL BE ABLE TO ENJOY BEING ON THE SHOW WITHOUT THE SEX WITH Y/N BECAUSE WE’VE SEEN HIM ENJOY SEXY TIMES WITH THE OTHER GENTLEMEN! HE CAN STILL BE HAPPY IF HE GOES

If koo gets voted off I'm actually going to c r y just-

if y’all vote my baby koo out i will personally hunt you down and crack your spine like a fucking glowstick xx

PEOPLE DONT VOTE KOOK OFF. HE LET OFF SOME STEAM NOW ALL WE NEED IS FOR HIM TO APOLOGIZE AND MAKE THINGS RIGHT 😭

PLEASE DONT HURT KOO IM LEAVE THE BABY ALONE OKAY???:(((((((

#SAVEYOONGI WE GOT THE TINIEST CRUMB OF HIS FEELINGS ON THE COUCH WITH Y/N THE NIGHT OF THE THREESOME AND I WANT THOSE FEELINGS TO FLOURISH 👁️👁️

i’m sorry but if we’re voting by who did they prompt the worst you have got to choose seokjin. i feel so bad for him because the thing ab his feelings just came out but the most interesting scene he’s had up until now was the threesome with yoongi. if i could, everyone would keep participating but in this moment, seokjins the obvious choice to me

luckily it wasn’t as many as i thought but still fsdjfkjks phew yall are passionate ;;-;

[twrites1]

“Another Woman’s Treasure”

Sam threw the glass of whiskey back, hissing at the stinging sensation as he sat it back on the tray, asking for another refill. Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood for this engagement party. He looked over to his future wife, a spoiled brat indeed. She started off as a good friend of the family, someone who he didn’t see more than that but fell victim of their mothers interference and nagging. He wasn’t going to engage into the foolery, but he prematurely proposed to her under the influence of alcohol and pure horniness. He wasn’t going to lie, he tried to get out of it but only gave up the fight due to belief that it wouldn’t be that bad. She wasn’t a bad girl, but there just wasn’t no romantic feelings nor love there. It was more of a long distance friendship type of love but even that was a reach.

“Here you go, Mr. Evans.”

Sam came out of his thoughts when the woman appeared with him a new drink, downing that immediately and sat it on the tray before picking up the second glass as well. He looked at her and smiled, “Keep them coming, sweetheart.”

“Will do.”

He turned his attention back to the guest, who were mingling, when he caught his mother’s eyes. He forced a smile once she sent one to him, she was his mother, so she probably knew that it wasn’t a real one but then again, she had been busying herself with her future daughter in law and the wedding planning. This was going to be a long night. Feeling someone come beside him, he knew who it was without even looking, “I’m surprised you showed up, Sarah.”

“Almost didn’t.” The woman spoke as she moved her straight brunette hair back behind her right ear, “It’s not too late to call this sham off because you and I both know she’s not the one for you and you’re definitely not in love like you’re pretending to be.”

“How you know I‘m not?”

“Please Sam.” His sister said without another fit of explanation, picking up the champagne flute and thanking the man with a smile before she began to scan the room, “How they are isn’t even close to how we are. That bitch and her family are no good.”

“Don’t be like that. She’s a sweet girl.”

“If that lie doesn’t keep you up at night, why should it for me?” Sarah chuckled as she pressed her lips against the glass, shaking her head before walking off, “Mark my words, this thing won’t go beyond this tonight. Just wait, big brother.”

Back in the kitchen, the caterers were busing around getting trays of drinks and hors d’oeuvres out for the crowd in their normal routine, but for some reason tonight, they were a tad bit more busier with the alcoholic drinks going out.

“Who’s in charge?”

The woman, who sitting the glasses on the tray for one of the severs, turned her head towards the entrance door of the kitchen, raising a brow at the woman, “I am.”

The rich woman stared at the girl, giving a cold glare for no apparent reason other than the fact that she could, “Don’t send anymore appetizers out. The main dishes need to be prepped and out in the next thirty minutes. No guest should have anything cold on their plate.”

“Do I hear a please in there? Matter of fact your rudeness needs to be cut from the tone you miserable bit-” A boy mumbled, causing the woman next to him to distinctly step on his foot, prompting him to speak in the full volume of his voice, “Ouch Mercedes.”

Mercedes gave him a look before her eyes turned back to the woman, giving her a respectful nod. Usually she didn’t take anyone talking to her in the way she did but her boss told her that this particular job tonight, she needed to bite her tongue because they were all going to get a healthy bump in their paycheck. She didn’t put money before verbal aggression but in this case, she would because she needed it.

“Miserable Bitch.” He said loudly once the woman was out of sight, “That’s what I was trying to call that hag. I try to respect my elders and never call women out of their name but she’s been pushing it all night. And plus, she’s acting like she’s the one who’s paying us.”

“I know, we only have a few more hours.” Mercedes reassured the youngest of the staff, watching as he huffed out before picking up the tray and heading back out, “Hang in there baby.”

Zachary, Mercedes’ best friend and colleague, met him coming into the kitchen, heading over to her, “All I know is that we better be getting a good bonus because I have bit my tongue so much, I might have to go to the ER.”

Mercedes gave him a sympathetic look before setting the glasses on two more trays, “Yeah, I’m about ready to go at this point, but I need the check bad this month. Things haven’t been good.”

“I know you don’t want to ask your family, but you know you have me and Kels, right? Put the pride aside, we got you.”

“I know.” She told him with a small frown, “I’m grateful but I can’t because you guys have your own family.”

“Shut the hell up with all that.” Zachary said in a way he told her all the time when he saw her stressed and refused help. Him and Mercedes have been friends since they were in pampers, and every since he has known her, she has always had to stubborn, independent stance within herself. He hated it, “We got you. End of discussion. What’s ours is yours, you know that. Now give me the damn tray.”

“Yes sir.” Mercedes mumbled as she handed one off to him then the other server, watching as the walked out.

The next hour had went by without a hitch, thankfully, for the the crew. Mercedes was leaned against the wall, watching as the speeches were made and the interactions between the couple. Usually, after dinner was served, this was her favorite part. Seeing the love between others always brought a smile to her face, but tonight, something felt so inorganic this time around. The groom for one seemed uninterested in everything, and the bride was too busy showing off her ring to everyone more than anything else. Most couples couldn’t be apart from one another on this joyous occasion. It just felt wrong. Hearing the applauses, she saw the groom’s sister come and announce that she had a special video for the couple.

What started off as innocent pictures of them from their childhood, turned into something unimaginable. Mercedes’ mouth went wide as she stared in horror at the video, her eyes traveling to find to Zachary, who was standing next to her in the same position, then the groom, who’s face was unreadable.

You couldn’t hear a pin drop when the video finally shut off. On it was photos of the bride, which looked taken by a PI, making out with some man numerous times that was obviously not her fiancé. What made it even worse was that the same man was here, due to the picture of her dressed in what she was now. Lily, Sam’s fiancée, looked at him in horror, making her way to him, “Babe...it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, it is.” Sam glared at her before moving away, a mixture of joy, anguish, and pity in the eyes of the guest, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, “Party’s over. Engagement’s off. Everyone have a great night.”

Mercedes watched as he walked out the room, his ex-fiancé and their parents following closely behind as well. The mumblings about what just happened rose amongst the guest as the started to file out of the venue. She came out of her thoughts when she heard one of her colleagues speak.

“Guess it’s a short night for us. Let’s get to packing up.”

Mercedes started to head to the back, busing herself to get things in order so they could leave expeditiously and that they did within the hour. Her and Zachary were the only ones left, finishing up the last of the kitchen, which wasn’t much.

Zachary looked at his watch and eyes went wide, “Shit, Kelsey’s going to kill me. I was so wrapped in this drama.”

“Go, I can manage the rest.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Zachary kissed her on her forehead before heading out, “I love you.”

“Tell her I said hi.” She called after him, shaking her head when he told her he would and was going to tell about her situation. She shook her head as she moved the dolly towards the counter. Turning back around, she gasped when she ran into someone, eyes going up and seeing it was the man of the night, “I’m sorry, Mr. Evans.”

“Sam, just call me Sam and there’s no need to apologize.” Sam told her, making his way to the other side of the counter, grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. Truthfully, Sam was hoping that everyone was gone and had accidentally left a bottle of anything brown down there.

Mercedes eyed him carefully before gathering up the cork screws and placing them in the bag.

Sam’s attention was on her. Seeing the uniform, he took obvious note that she was part of the catering crew. He had used them last year but has never seen her before, “I bet this was one of the most entertaining receptions you’ve ever worked.”

“Nothing’s entertaining about what happened.” Mercedes told the man truthfully as she threw the unusable cling wrap in the trash, “You didn’t deserve that.”

Sam watched her movements closely, seeing her at ease as she quickly straighten up the counter. She then moved over to grab the leftover, never opened champagne bottles, stopping her, “Leave one.”

Mercedes glanced at him and nodded, sitting one of the bottles down before she grabbed four, a talent in Sam’s eyes, and placed them in the box.

Sam grabbed two champagne flutes from behind him, sitting them on the counter before swooping the bottle up. He opened the top, somehow avoiding the dramatic spill that comes along with it and poured the liquid into the flutes. He looked at Mercedes once she turned back around, picking up one and gesturing to her, “Have a drink with me.”

“Mr. Eva-urm, Sam.” She corrected as she shook her head, refusing the drink, “I’m still at work.”

“I’ll handle Laura if she so happens to pop up.” He sent her a lopsided grin in reference to her boss, pleading eyes, “Please, for a poor man whose heart just got broken.”

Mercedes pursed her lips and raised a brow, muttering and not realizing that she was that loud when she spoke, “You’re not torn up about it like one would expect.”

Guilty. Sam stared at her seriously, speaking honestly, “Maybe I just want to have a drink with the one genuine, beautiful soul I have met tonight. Who, may I add, have been nothing but nice and professional for the past ten minutes. Hard work pays off and this is your pay off.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes at the guilt trip, mumbling but not admitting how his words made her feel some type of way, “Fine.”

Sam smiled triumphantly as she took the flute, clinking his glass again hers before moving back and taking a sip.

Mercedes did the same, the bubbling alcohol stinging as it went down her throat. To be honest, she wasn’t much of a drinker but she would indulge in the kindness of the client.

“Not a drinker, aye?” Sam took note from the features on her face, laughing a bit when she shook her head and sat the glass down.

“Far form it.” She managed to get out with a snort.

“Maybe I should’ve ask if you’re even old to drink.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Mercedes laughed a bit before resuming back to her work, “I’m old enough to rent a car then add seven more years.”

“Wow.” Was all he said, causing the woman to look at him with a raised brow, he shook his head, “A good wow.”

Mercedes smiled as she leaned against the counter, “Is there anything...” she stopped when she heard her phone ring, grabbing from her pocket to look at the screen, “Excuse me for a second.”

Sam watched as she left out, his eyes wandering over to the platters that was wrapped up. He took a seat and grabbed one, placing it in his lap and picking one. He haven’t even gotten a chance to eat due to all the drama that went on. He powered through three of the delicious croissant sandwiches when Mercedes came, her phone call taking a littler longer than expected, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, my babysitter was just checking in.” She said absently as she looked at him, seeing the surprised look on his face puzzled her, “What?”

“You have a kid?”

“Kids. Six month old twin girls, Bronx and Brooklynn.”

Sam caught her smile get bigger at the mention of her daughters, watching as she showed him her lock screen. Present were two brown skinned, hazel doe-eyed, chubby cheeked little girls giving gummy smiles, “They’re beautiful.” Sam complimented, his eyes going back to her to ask a question, “Is the father in the picture...oh shit, I’m just all in your business, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Mercedes giggled as tucked her phone back into her pocket, going back over to finish stacking the things on the dolly, “Their father was a cheating bastard. Slept with someone, who I thought was my friend, during my whole pregnancy and ended up getting her pregnant. He’s with her now, raising their child and don’t acknowledge my girls.”

“That’s....that’s fucked up.” Sam said bluntly, a frown plastered on his face. He had known this woman all of twenty minutes and was pissed that anyone would treat her and her innocent children like that.

Mercedes shrugged as she moved around, placing a few napkins in front of him so he can use, “It is what it is. I didn’t and will never dwell on it. I’m just trying to make a living for me and my babies. It’s hard, but I’m doing what I need to do.”

“And from what I can tell, you’re doing a hell of a job. Seriously. I commend you for it because having a child, let alone twins, is a lot.“

Mercedes smiled at him, “Thank you.”

Before Sam could respond and ask her some more about herself, he heard the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood, a familiar face appearing as her voice ran out.

“Mercedes, you were suppose to check in thirty minutes ago.” Laura stopped when she noticed that Sam was in the kitchen too, “Oh, Mr. Evans, I didn’t know you were in here. Hopefully Mercedes wasn’t bothering you.”

“She wasn’t.” Sam spoke before Mercedes could, giving the woman a pointed look, “Matter of fact, I was the one bothering her with my venting and held her up.”

“Oh, well that’s quite alright.” She waved off, earning a side eye from Mercedes, “I’m sorry for tonight.”

“Don’t be.” He pulled an envelope from inside of his suit jacket, handing it over to her, “Here’s the rest of your payment, plus some extra for the staff for the snobbish attitudes that they may have encountered from her side.”

“That’s very generous of you, Mr. Evans. Thank you.” Laura smiled at him before her eyes darted to Mercedes then him again, “And I’m sorry once more, but I kind of need my employee back so we can get going.”

“No, it’s okay.” He pushed off the counter, grabbing the platter and champagne to take with him, giving Mercedes a smile, “Thank you for being a listening ear and feeding my stomach.”

“It wasn’t a problem. You try to have a wonderful rest of the night, Mr. Evans.”

“I kind of already did talking to you.” Sam sent her a wink before heading out, leaving the two women alone.

Laura’s eyes back to Mercedes with a raised brow, opening her mouth for a question but Mercedes beat her to it.

“I’m done in here.” She grabbed the dolly and headed out, trying to avoid any questions that the woman may have had for her.

Mercedes mumbled as she headed through the crowded grocery store, cursing at there literally being no baskets left. She didn’t know why she just didn’t do this earlier and was regretting not bringing the stroller with her, prematurely thinking that she would’ve had a basket for the two girls occupying both sides of her hips. She sighed as she looked at them, “Looks like Mommy is going to have to just come back tomorrow.”

“Or not.” A voice came behind her, causing the woman with the children to whip around, familiar green eyes staring back at her with a smile, “You can have mine.”

Mercedes smiled at the man, who she last saw a month ago at his disastrous party, “Sam, hi.”

“Hi.” He had saw her when she first came in. He knew that the baskets were gone because he had grabbed the last one, “It’s good to see you.”

“You too and you don’t have to give me your basket. I’m sure you have things to get too.” She chuckled softly as one of her antsy daughter’s, Bronx, started to wiggle in her arms.

“It’s quite alright, you obviously need it more.” He commented as he looked at the little girls, who were a tad bit older from the picture he saw last month, “So, these are the little cherubs that were on your lock screen?”

“Yes, the one who is trying to escape my arm is Bronx and the always so calm one on my left is Brooklynn.” She watched as Bronx stared at the man curiously, a smile breaking out of her face as she leaned out of her mother’s arm for him, catching the woman by surprise. She never did that for anyone, especially strangers.

“May I?” Sam asked first, watching as the mother nodded before he picked her up, “Hey there cutie pie.”

Mercedes felt sudden relief of the extra weight being lifted but abandonment at the same time. She adjusted Brooklyn on her hip, shaking her head, “She usually doesn’t like people.”

“Guess I’m an exception.” Sam laughed as his eyes went back to hers, “But really, the basket, you can have. I can wait.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Thank you.” She told the man, shaking her head, “I’m sorry, how rude of me, how have you been?”

“Good.” He responded as he walked forward a bit, sitting the little girl in the seat part of the basket, watching as a pout took over her lips but she didn’t cry. He watched as Mercedes placed Brooklyn in there as well, thankful that this was the basket that was capable of sitting them both, “I’m going to be honest here, I’m glad I ran into you because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.”

The keys that occupied her hand slipped but Sam was quicker, catching them before they fell to the ground. Her eyes were shocked at the admission, not knowing what to say, “Huh?”

Sam knew he caught her off guard but it was nothing but the truth. That night, Mercedes had made it worth the pretense of it all and he was really grateful that it turned out the way it did. Her presence drew him to her and he knew exactly why. This woman, only talking to her for the short amount of time he did, was the one. Something he didn’t feel with any of his exes, “I fought for a whole month on whether to call Laura and ask for your number. Funny enough, today was going to be the day I did but look at fate interfering. I want to ask if you would like to go out on a date sometime.”

Mercedes looked at him in surprise at his words, not believing that this was happening, “Me?”

“Yes you.”

Mercedes gave him a skeptical stare, shaking her head, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that this man was asking her out, “You can have any girl you want. You’re in your prime, newly single, handsome, have a great job, and no children. I’m a single mother with twins, who gets paid minimal wage. Why?”

“Why not?” Sam watched as she ducked her head shyly, a smile tugging on his lips when he saw the realization on her face that she didn’t have a comeback, “One thing you should know about me, I’m not like them. You’re beautiful, smart, caring, real, hardworking and a great mother to your daughters. What more can a guy ask for?”

Mercedes lifted her head. No man, besides her father, had spoken so highly of her. And here he was. After that night, he left an impression on her and it was more than the act of him being so nonchalant about being cheated on. He was right, he wasn’t like anybody there, snotty, nor belittled the staff, he treated her and she would guess everyone else as equals. That’s what drew her to him, but she didn’t act on it for the simple fact that he probably wouldn’t see her in a romantic way. Deading that idea that night, she went on about her life, until those thoughts and feelings she had resurfaced in this moment. The sincerity in his voice and eyes was all she needed to know that he was serious and because of that, she was willing to give him a chance, “Okay.”

The smile spread so wide on the man’s lips, repeating her words, “Okay.”

Mercedes couldn’t help the heat of cheeks as she stared underneath his gaze, the only thing breaking their trance was her daughter reaching over and throwing the chips down, “Bronx, no.”

The little girl looked at her and giggled, causing Sam to do so as well as he picked it up and placing it back on the shelf, “How about this count as a predate? While we’re shopping, we’ll get to know each other better. What’d you say?”

The smile couldn’t leave Mercedes’ face if she wanted it to, “I’d like that.”

As she shopped, Sam stayed beside her every step of the way doing exactly what he intended to do. Get to know her and vice versa. This grocery trip was full of information and laughter between the two, and the unnecessary need for ease because it was already there.

[illumose]

BTS reaction : when they say something they end up regretting [ part 2 ]

genre : angst and fluff, it depends on the member

requested by : a lot of people ✨

author’s note : thank you for reading and the feedback, I appreciate it a lot xx [ part one, must be read in order to understand ]

seokjin •

Seokjin asked himself why he said those horrible words to you. He wondered how he could invalidate your feelings and have no consideration towards your person. Yes, it was his job to be nice with fans, but you were his significant other. The person he wanted to marry, to have kids with. Yet, he managed to fuck up so badly that you avoided him at all costs. It has been three days, three days of silence and quietness that he could no longer bear. He missed your laugh, he missed you. He heard you cry at night and it broke his heart. He felt so guilty, he felt like an asshole.

"Y/n, honey. I’m terribly sorry, I’ve been such an ass with you. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, you had all the reasons to be upset," He started, sitting next to you on the couch. "I can’t quite understand why I reacted in an aggressive way when you only voiced your concerns and feelings. I bed your pardon, my love. It will never happen again, I promise you."

You looked at him, he was wallowing in guilt and sadness. In spite of what he did, you did not want him to be sad nor sorrowful. "You used my fears against me, it’s not fair."

"I know, and I’m sorry. I can’t bear to be without you. You’re my universe, please, give a chance to make it up to you," He pleaded, his eyes lighting up when you snuggled into his chest.

"One chance, that’s all. Don’t waste it," You warned him as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

yoongi •

Like you asked him to, he moved back to the dorm. Yoongi regretted his words, however, he was too proud to make the first step to apologize. He had believed that with time, you would have calmed down and you would forgive him. Well, his little plan did not work. He took you for granted too many times, and you were not going to let him treat you like trash. You ignored his calls, his texts.

He was now in front of your front door, knocking and screaming like a mad man for you to open the door. He began to realize what he was slowly loosing. You, the person he loved and cherished the most. He could not let it occur.

"I have plenty of time, Y/n. I can stay here all night. I just wanna talk to you," He explained, his ear against the door. He was trying to know if you were behind the door. You sighed, tired of his bullshit. You knew he could be stubborn.

You opened the door, much to his surprise. He had a bouquet of flowers in the hands, an apologetic smile on the lips, and dark circles under the eyes. He must have exhausted himself in his stupid studio.

"You look terrible," You said, bitterly. You let him enter your apartment, but you did not sit on the couch.

"It’s because I need you. I know I said the opposite, but I was just irritated because of work. I know it’s no excuses. You’re the one who keeps me sane, without you, I would die," He explained, with sincerity.

"Prove that you won’t do it again, and I might consider giving you a second chance. Otherwise, it’s over between us."

hoseok •

Jimin followed you after you stormed out of the practice room. He felt sorry for you, and wanted to comfort you. "Y/n, don’t take his criticism to heart, he’s moody," He tried to reassure you, speeding up to keep up with your fast pace.

"It does not give him the right to be hurtful and mean towards me, not when I’ve been here for him for so long. I asked him to teach me, not to judge me. I’m tired of being comprehensive and understanding with people," You claimed, eyes filled with tears. This time, you won’t forgive him. He often snapped at you for no reasons, and you grew tired of feeling sad. "I won’t leat anyone bring me down, not even him. I love him, but I love myself more," You finished, flashing Jimin a smile.

"You’re only debuting, and from what I’ve seen, you clearly succeeded more than any other beginner. If you want to, I can teach you," He suggested, knowing that Hoseok was wrong.

"I’d like to," You replied, hugging Jimin to thank here. "I’m going to go back home, tell Hoseok that he can pick up his stuff. I don’t want to live with someone who disrespects me."

As much as you loved Hoseok, he crossed the line. You would never forget his cruel criticisms, you needed to end this relationship which quickly grew toxic. It was not the first time he made hurtful comments, but it was for sure the last time.

"Be careful on your way back home. If you need anything, text me. I’ll be here in a minute," The blond-haired boy told you, earning a laugh from you. He was Hoseok’s friend, but also yours.

namjoon •

The moment you closed the bedroom’s door, Namjoon understood that he slowly destroyed the love you two shared. His behavior towards you was toxic, it consumed your happiness. He promised you to never break your heart, however, he broke his promise.

Being tired was not an excuse to be an asshole, he knew it. He called you a ‘pain in the ass’, something he said, out of his mind, without thinking. Of course you weren’t one. He messed up, and he did not know if he could make it up to you.

After a few hours of being locked in the bedroom, you decided to confront your boyfriend, well future ex-boyfriend. "Namjoon, can we talk?" You asked, finding him sitting in front of the door with puffy eyes. He nodded, following you in the living room. It hurt you to see his saddened expression. Nonetheless, he was responsible for his own pain.

"I’m—"

"I know. You’re sorry, you did not mean it. It’s like the past few weeks, you mess up and then you apologize, thinking I’m going to forget and forgive. Do I look like a punching-ball? I’m not. I refuse to be one. That’s why we must end it before it gets worse," You stated, seriously. "I love you, and I will forever do. However, you crossed the line. You took me for granted, and treated me like garbage. You cannot expect me to stay in a relationship in which I feel more hated than loved. I’ll be moving out in the following week, Namjoon," You went on saying, flashing him a sympathic smile, supposed to comfort him.

He sobbed, realizing that he destroyed everything. He was the main reason behing the break up, and he wouldn’t forgive himself.

jimin •

You two were currently on no speaking terms. You avoided him, and he avoided you. He did not know what to say, and thought that he would only make it worse. He knew it was not your fault if you had missed the date, your boss did not give you the choice.

A knock on the door pulled him out from his daydream. "I need to shower." You stated, coldly. His childish attitude irritated you, even more when it was unfair. He unlocked the door, letting you in. You did not acknowledge him, and walked past him, undressing yourself.

He watched as you got into the shower, thinking about the words he pronounced yesterday. I did not make the mistake to propose to you. He scoffed at this untrue statement, he was acting like a prick. All he wanted was to see you walk down the aisle, and now, his dream was compromised by his shitty actions.

"Y/n, love. I did not mean everything I told you yesterday." He said, joining you despite your small mumbles of complaint. "I don’t know what has gotten into me. I guess I was pissed off because I wanted to use this date as a way to propose to you. I felt upset when you couldn’t come, so I snapped at you."

You reached out for the shampoo, feeling your heart warm at his words. He wanted you to be his significant other for life, which was a huge commitment. "I guess I can forgive you, even though I shouldn’t," You responded with a smirk on the lips. He kissed you as your hands were wrapped around his neck.

taehyung •

"C’mon, I apologized. You’re not actually going to break up with me because of small argument, are you?" Taehyung frowned, confused as to why you were still not talking to him nor forgiving him.

"Are you deaf? Do I need to repeat this again in order for you to understand? It’s over between us, Taehyung. You’ve been such a prick for the past few days. I can’t believe you’re still here thinking you can make it up. I’m tired of your excuses, I’m tired of you. I’ve supported this attitude for too long, now, I’m ending it. You and me, it’s not possible. I deserve way better than you," You smirked, watching as he was being hit by realization. "I don’t why you’re behaving like this, but you should figure out the reason before your friends actually give up on you."

"Is it really over?"

"Yes. No second chance because you already got four. No making it up, no marriage counselling. See this as an omen, you’ll be able to find someone perfect who doesn’t mess everything," You laughed out loud, feeling relieved.

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears. Why did he have to be mean? He should have been encouraging. He failed miserably his job of boyfriend.

"I wish you the best, Taehyung. I truly do, even if our relationship ends badly."

With that, the two of you never talked again. It was over, even if Taehyung still loved you.

jungkook •

A mess, it was the best word to describe Jungkook right now. Without you, he was miserable. He tried to reach out for you, but you avoided all his calls.

"Please, hear me out, babe," He begged you, following you like a lost puppy. You just got out of work, and he was in front of your workplace, waiting patiently for you. His voice was full of despair.

"I‘m giving you the space you asked for," You replied, ignoring his soft gaze. His words caused you sorrow. It was particularly harsh, and aimless. "Stop following me."

"No. I won’t stop until you let me apologize properly," He declared, speeding up when you tried to lose him in the crowd. "You’re not uptight, you’re far from uptight. You’re generous, kind and loving. You’re the most amazing soul I’ve ever got to meet. Perhaps you deserve better than me, a man who cannot think before thinking. I’m sorry. I love you deeply, Y/n."

Jungkook reached out for your hand, and for the first time, you did not try to reject his affection.

"I cannot express how sorry I am. You’re my lover, not my mother. I don’t want space, I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved," He confessed, his body getting closer to yours. "It won’t happen again, I promise. Don’t dump my ass, please," He implored, and you finally gave in. You planted a kiss on his lips.

[hardyimagines]

Welcome To The Family

Hey, I have never requested a story before , not sure how to ask. But how about Tom Hardy (himself) is my bf and I am bringing him home to meet my family and my father is very aggressive because tom is too old for me. Then he makes himself love especially to my mother and little sister. Aaand he spends the night in our house, we may do some dirty things. Thank you in advance :)

Warnings: little bit of sexxx

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“Will you just be kind to him? You never approve of anyone that I’m seeing?” Your voice was soft, already defeated. Today meant everything to you and you were sure that it would somehow be ruined. Laying your palms out flat on the folded white napkins that were set out on the table, you ensured that none of them contained any wrinkles before you turned on your heel and moved into the kitchen to join your mother. Your father remained seated at the table. He wore a look of distaste. He didn’t think you should be dating anyone at such a young age. You were in your mid-twenties, so he thought this was the perfect time to focus on your career, your studies and education, not on a man.

“Dad doesn’t get it, honey.. you have to be patient. He’ll come around eventually.” Your mother, Amy, told you quietly as she watched you from her peripheral. You hauled open one of the wooden cabinets and dragged out a stack of dishes. Some of the glasses were marked with prints, decorated with flowers, pink, purple, and green or animals ranging from panda’s to puppy’s. You set the dog one to the side and decided that that one would be Tom’s. He was the biggest dog lover you knew. You were silent following your mother’s words. You understood that your father didn’t want his little girl to grow up, but he didn’t have to treat the situation like it was the end of the world. You wanted him to like Tom, or at least pretend like he did. You didn’t want your boyfriend to feel like an outsider. A heavy sigh left your lips, the only sign that told your mother you heard what she said. The freshly swept floor gleamed beneath your sock-covered feet as you made your way back into the dining room. Setting a dish down in front of each chair, you gave your father the plate that was decorated with the owl.

“I want the dog one.” He told you firmly before ushering toward the dish at the opposite end of the table. Your eyes narrowed for only a second before you shook your head.

“No, I’m giving that one to Tom. He’s a huge dog-lover, dad. You have the owl one.” Your hand brushed along the back of his seat as you passed and when you did, you lifted the dog plate protectively, ensuring that your boyfriend would be the one to use it. Nervously making your way back into the kitchen to help your mother finish up with dinner, you finally spoke up to her. “If dad starts acting.. really rude, we’re just going to leave. I’m warning you now. Tom deserves the world and im just a small part of that. I don’t want dad’s big mouth or rude words ruining anything.” Your hip pressed into the counter as you turned to face the woman. You’d been dating Tom for three years, but nobody in your household knew that apart from your younger sister. Everyone else just assumed that since you were just now introducing him, you’d only recently begun dating. “I love him.” You whispered. The knife in your mother’s hands ceased its movements. Her brown eyes twinkled with concern before she looked toward you. It wasn’t her place to tell you not to love. She couldn’t protect you from heartbreak, she could only console you afterward. The conversation came to an abrupt end when the doorbell sounded. There was no time to worry about the nerves that suddenly made themselves present in your stomach — no time at all. You needed to get to the door before your dad did.

Tom stood on the porch with a bouqet of flowers clutched in his palm. The lively green stems were moist from having only recently been taken out of the jug of water he’d brought along on the journey. The plant water was tucked away in his car, blooming beauties in his hand seemingly more captivating since he’d allowed them to drink their water. He smiled lazily before lifting his gaze to the door when the brown wood swung open. His blue eyes glistened excitedly before running along your small form. You were dressed down in some jeans and one of his old shirts. The thing was too small for him, but it fit you nicely. A little oversized, but you still looked breathtaking. So casual, yet so very beautiful. He took a small step forward, sneakers scuffing against the porch step as he lifted himself on to the main deck. He towered over you more so now. The fluffy socks you wore were hardly enough protection from the cold porch you stood on. A little shiver ran along your spine as your boyfriend moved even closer, but you were sure that wasn’t from the chilly outdoors, just from the proximity of the handsome man. Your small palm lifted to press against his cheek, gentle fingers grazing the facial hair that lined his cheeks, jaw, and chin. He didn’t have much time to greet you before you leaned in and pressed your lips against his own. He supposed this counted as a greeting as well.

“Hands off her, boy, or we are going to have problems before you even make it into the house.” Your father’s deep voice invaded the perfect bubble you and Tom had created. Your lips were left alone when the man in your arms shrunk back. He resembled a shy child — one side of him you hadn’t seen much of before.

“My apologies.” Tom spoke softly before extending his arm. He smiled down at you before discreetly winking as you took hold of the pretty bouquet. Despite what your father had said, you leaned up and kissed your boyfriend again before taking his hand and leading him inside.

“Thank you for the flowers, baby, they’re beautiful.” You told him as you led him inside. He halted in the door so that he could remove his shoes, kicking the things softly before he turned toward you. Your light eyes fell to the socks he wore. Of course they would be Venom. An amused giggle left your lips before you looked toward your dad. Now that you were tucked away inside the warmth of the house, you could properly introduce the two. “Tom, this is my dad. Dad, this is Tom.” Your eyes squinted toward your father when you sensed how uninterested he looked.

“Hank.” Your father corrected. “Don’t call me dad.” His hands were pushed deep into his pockets, not twitching in the slightest. He made no movement to shake the actor’s hand or even smile. “You don’t look like you’re in your twenties.” He declared before scanning the man at your side. “You’re far too old for my girl, aren’t you. You’ve got to be in your thirties, if not fourties.” You rolled your eyes at his words before shaking your head. The annoyance in your stomach was coming to life. Did all dad’s act like this? So disapproving the second they looked at their guest. The floorboards creaked beneath the moving weight as you made your way down the hall and toward the kitchen to avoid this conversation. Age wasn’t important. Tom was hot on your heels, not letting you get even an inch away from him.

Your mother glanced over her shoulder at your loud steps and then sudden appearance. Her soft eyes locked on to Tom’s and she politely spun around to speak to him. “You must be Tom?” Her eyes were so warm and inviting. She dried her wet hands off on the dry rag that resided on the counter before making her way toward him. Her arms locked around him in a secure embrace before she drew back. “It’s lovely to meet you.” Her hand pat his arm before she looked to you. “You did good.” Her voice quietened significantly, as if Tom wouldn’t hear her sly compliment. “Oh- do you need a vase, honey?”

“Yes.” You uttered before moving to the cabinet beneath the microwave. A twinge of delight fluttered in your tummy as she instantly gave her approval over, but it didn’t cheer you up fully because the grumpy man in the dining room could still ruin the night by bashing on Tom for god knew what. Dragging the cabinet open, you pinched a large glass container and lifted it into the sink so you could fill it halfway with water. The flowers were then set inside their new home, fitting perfectly. You set the vase on the windowsill so the dying sun in the distance could warm the petals before it went to sleep for the night. Tom loomed behind you, large palm lifting so he could cradle your hip. He could tell you were already becoming frustrated.

“Babe?” He drew you backward and toward him. “It’s alright, yeah?” His voice was soft against your ear, hot breaths easing the building anger. You turned around to face him before lifting your small hands to his arms. Your thumbs traced his tattoos before you leaned in and embraced him completely. “I‘m not worried about what he thinks of me, remember that.” He enveloped your cheeks with his warm hands before drawing you in for a gentle kiss. Your mother had a hard time hiding her smile, so she lifted the first tray of food and moved into the dining room.

“Do me a favor..” You drew back from the kiss so you could look up at him. “When my dad tells you not to do something, don’t listen. I know you want to do good by him and impress him and all that, but if I want to hold your hand or kiss you, I’m gonna, so I want you to do the same.” The man stared down at you with a soft smile before nodding his head. He looped his arm around your shoulders and gently tugged you forward.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head, hm?” He pressed his nose against your cheek before smiling. “It’ll be fine.” He assured you with a soft peck to your skin. His mouth was repeatedly pressing to your cheek, gliding along your flesh. Little giggles left your lips, sounds of enjoyment but also quiet begs for him to cease his endless affection because it tickled.

“Who’s he?” A sudden voice piped up from the corner. You stiffened in your boyfriend’s arms before slowly looking over your shoulder. Eyeing your younger sister, you bit your cheek before turning around to face her.

“El, this is Tom. Remember, my boyfriend?” The little girl in the doorway smiled. She had two missing front teeth and a pair of glasses set low on the bridge of her nose. She couldn’t have been more than eight, he thought. Her hair was done up in pigtails and her eyes were a brighter shade of blue than Tom’s. She set her hands sassily on her hips, before tugging her jeans up and then stepping forward.

“Is your real name Tom?” She inquired. Climbing up on to one of the bar stools, she knelt on the tan cushion and fixed him with an accusing glare.

“Is your real name El?” He flipped the question around and leaned against the counter. His blue eyes glistened with amusement as they slid between her own.

“No, my name’s Elouise, but everyone calls me Ellie or El.” She stated matter of factly before fixing him with an impatient look.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He slunk forward so he could set his elbows on the counter she was stood at. “Tom’s not my real name..” He started, but you stepped up and cut him off before he could finish.

“Ellie, remember that movie I showed you the other night.” Your fingertips lazily traced the length of your boyfriend’s muscular back. “Mad Max, remember?” The child on the stool briefly looked toward you before nodding her head in response. “Mh, well, this..” Your hand stilled at the top of his spine, delicately residing there. “is Max.”

The little girl didn’t really understand the difference between people in movies and people in real life. She figured they were just made up, but the longer she looked at the man in her kitchen, she could see the resemblance. “So you’re on tv?” Her eyes lit up. She wanted to be an actress when she was older. “I wanna be there too- on tv, in the movies!”

The conversation in the kitchen could be heard in the living room. Your mother wore a fascinated smile, shocked that the boy in the kitchen had been able to strike up a conversation with her youngest baby so quickly. Elouise was typically shy, quiet, and kept to herself. Your father on the other hand was gripping his cutlery so hard, the silver was nestling itself deeper and deeper into his tender flesh before he let the silverware topple noisily down on his glass plate. Your mother looked to him instantly with a warning glare, one that told him to just behave for once!

Tom looked in the direction of the loud sound and you were soon to do the same. Lowering your hand, you squeezed his fingers before helping Ellie off of the stool. “Come on, munchkin, wash your hands and then let’s have some dinner.” You told your younger sister softly before moving around the island in the center of the room. Retrieving the basket of bread, you grabbed ahold of Tom’s hand and led him through the corridor and across to the dining room. Ushering toward the puppy plate, now set out so that he could have it, you took the seat beside him and set the bowl of bread down in the middle so everyone could have a piece or two.

Elouise came bounding into the room with soaked hands and warm eyes. Her smile was bright and contagious, wide enough to draw at least a twitch of the lips from every occupant of the table. Your hand lowered beneath said table, finding your boyfriends knee swiftly so you could squeeze some comfort into him if he needed any throughout the dinner. He looked in your direction briefly, instantly captivated by the smile that resided on your pink lips.

Your mother could see it, plain as day, how infatuated with one another you were. Your father saw it too and it sickened him. A man could fake those feelings until he’d well and truly used his selected victim and then could move on to the next. Especially a man like the one sitting at his dining table. He was older, mature, he knew what he was doing — what he was capable of. He preyed on the young. But little did your father know, Tom had no intentions of dating you when the pair of you’d met. It was accidental to fall in love.

“So,” Your mother was the first to speak. “do we get to hear the story of how you two met?” Her question was soft as she began to dish out the meal residing in the middle of the table. The silver dishes were sat in a straight line, potatoes tucked away inside one bowl, macaroni in another. A loaf of bread doused in garlic and butter was situated closest to your father and in the center of the table, a tray of chicken and fish. Amy fixed her plate and Elouise’s, green eyes gliding to your father every now and then when he made no movement to fix his own plate. He was too focused on the expressions you and Tom were wearing, so giddy and gleaming from nothing in particular. He squinted. He had no interest in hearing how the pair of you met. You slumped across the table, fingertips grazing the bowl of potatoes, struggling to actually grab ahold of it. Tom watched you momentarily with a lazy smirk, amusement evident in his gaze, before he leaned over and with his much longer arm gripped the potato bowl. Handing it to you so that you could get what you wanted from it, he tilted his head when you dropped two on to his plate. He rewarded your need to help fix his plate with a kiss to the forehead before he placed the bowl back in its rightful spot in front of Elouise.

“We met when he was filming ‘Legend’.” You told your mother quietly. Your father had absolutely no idea what the names of any movies were — he was clueless. Your mother on the other hand, she should’ve taken up a career in movie critiquing. She’d seen every movie on earth it seemed like, for the second you said the name of the film, she cleared her throat in confusion. That movie had come out ages ago. Her eyes latched on to your own, silently examining you. You nodded once to answer her silent question of ‘have you really been seeing this man for that long’ and when she looked back to Tom, it hit her like a truck that this was in fact the actor who’d starred as the Kray Twins. She straightened. He hadn’t looked familiar before despite the fact that she had seen plenty of his films, but he certainly did now. She wasn’t exactly an over the top, spastic fan of celebrities, she just really enjoyed movies. Her lips twitched, curving upward fully before she looked down at her chicken, tongs of her fork piercing the meat. “It was when I took that college practice course.” You waved your hand around to signify the timeline. “Remember?”

Her eyes lit up. “Of course I do.” Hank didn’t. His expression was still blank. He still thought this bloke was your boyfriend of a few weeks. You knew he’d be infuriated if you told him that you’d actually been dating the man for approximately 200 weeks.

“Well, I was in charge of Emily Browning’s makeup, but there were a few times they sent me over to his,” You squirmed in your seat, cheeks warming beneath the heated gaze of your family. “dressing room and I was assigned to help him out when it was necessary.” Your eyes flickered to the handsome man at your side.

“You’ve changed your career choice since then, honey, why didn’t you stick with makeup?” Your mother inquired, narrowing her eyes in the slightest as she tried to read the entirety of the situation.

Tom opened his arm, laying the length of it across the back of your seat. His fingertips grazed your arm, tracing your hot skin tenderly as he peered down at you. His plate was still yet to be made, but it was because he was listening intently to everything you had to say.

“Um,” Your eyes flickered to your boyfriend. “I had to put this foundation type powder,” Your hand lifted to Tom’s cheek. “on him.. a subtle amount.. and when they resumed filming, his face was blinding, and blotchy.” Your words drew a harsh, raspy chuckle from the bloke at your side. He looked to Amy.

“She didn’t spread it out enough.. and she chose the wrong color.” The woman could see he found the situation completely laughable and cute for he looked back at you with nothing but admiration in his gaze.

“Yeah, well,” Your hand fell to his shoulder, squeezing it. “you asked me out after that.” Slumping back in your chair, your soft eyes ran along his handsome features before you looked toward your dish, still not made. You made movement to lean forward and start, but Tom beat you to it. His large fingers curled around the spoon in the macaroni, dishing out a few scoops for you and then for himself. You watched him as he made your plate and then his before you looked toward your father who still refused to chime in to the conversation. “Now I’m going to be a hair stylist.” You looked back to your mother. “For films.. I actually have helped out quite a bit since meeting him, and I’m told I’m pretty good.” The excitement on your face made your mother’s heart warm. She looked to Tom to see if you spoke the truth. He nodded with a wide grin, backing you up on this career choice. Make up was a no go, but hair, you were very good at hair.

Hank shifted in his seat before beginning to loudly and sloppily make his plate. He was like a child, throwing a tantrum and creating as much noise as possible without having to verbally say ‘look at me’. Your hand vanished beneath the table, gliding to rest on Tom’s knee once more as you began to eat.

Ellie shifted, face filthy from the sticky cheese that coated her macaroni. “Do you have something else?” Her hand lifted so she could push her glasses up the bridge of her curved nose. “Something like else to say?” She stared at Tom. She was intrigued by him. He was very pretty to look at and she found it strange to see him in person after seeing him on tv.

Tom licked his lips slowly before studying the girl. He pondered what else he could tell her, but before he really had a chance, Hank spoke, startling everyone in the room.

“Tell me,” He squinted. “why there’s such a large age gap.” He looked toward the man seated at his table. “You’re closer to my age than you are to her’s.” He informed the man. “I’m 47.” His bushy brows drew together. “She’s 25.” He then laid his cutlery down and folded his arms over his chest. “So unless you’re 36, because that puts you right in the middle,” He tongued his cheek before shoving a piece of fish past his lips and speaking with a mouthful. “you can leave my house, boy, because there’s nobody,” He nodded, searching Tom’s eyes for a hint of anger. “that’s gonna date my little girl and be that much older than her.”

Amy scoffed at her husband’s pathetic words before she slowly looked in your direction. She could see the twitch of your lower lip, the faint tremble and she could tell then that Tom was, indeed older then 36, otherwise you wouldn’t be so upset. Tom sensed the tension you felt, he could feel your fingers twitching against his knee. He knew no amount of words could get him to leave, not unless those words were your own. He didn’t care about approval from anyone, he loved you and that wasn’t going to change by a meer dislike from your father. Your mother seemed to like him just find and Ellie did too.

“You don’t have a say.” You told him sternly. The heel of your foot pushed roughly into the floorboards as your throat grew tight and achy from the amount of words you wanted to spew all at once.

“I don’t have a say?” Your father barked harshly. “You’re my kid, I do have a say.”

“Maybe when I was younger. I’m 25, I brought him here to meet you. I didn’t bring him here to ask for your permission.” You lifted your hands and planted them so harshly against the table, the entirety of it shook beneath the force. “I love him and no amount of what you have to say will change that.” Tom was tempted to draw you gently back down into your seat, but he sensed that you wanted space from the tense room so he didn’t do anything. He let you speak your mind. Your eyes grew watery the longer that you stared at your father. “I don’t know why you can’t ever just be happy for me, you always have something to say about everything I do.” Your small hands moved to your plate, curling around it as you clenched your jaw. “I’m.. I can’t eat in here.” The four residents at the table watched you as you left the room without another word. It was unspoken that Tom would follow, but he stayed put for a few moments after you’d left the room. His eyes ran along the dinner, blue orbs lifting to the man who seemed to already hate him.

“She really cares about what you think.” He uttered before standing. “Always trying to do right by you and now I see why she’s always so stressed out.” Tom pinched his dish as well before looking toward El. “Do you want to show me where her room is?”

Amy’s eyes were fixed on her macaroni as she pushed it absentmindedly around her plate. Her eyes flickered to Ellie who was staring at her for permission. Her mother bobbed her head before watching as she skipped over to Tom and clutched on to his hand before leading him from the room.

You were sat on your bed, legs curled up beneath you as you flipped through the pages of one of your old scrapbooks. It had already been laid out on the bed, opened to the pages of printed photos of you and Tom. Your thumb grazed the length of the images, little smile playing on your lips as you admired the many, many pictures. The soft creak of your gliding open pulled your attention to it and the sight of Tom stood with Ellie’s hand clasped in his grip and his plate in his other made you beam.

“Sorry I ran off.” You told the pair before shutting the book and pushing it beneath your pillow. You slouched back against the wall, knees bending as you watched Tom enter further into the room. Ellie didn’t. Her stomach growled noisily so she waved before running off. The man stood beside the door gently nudged it shut before laying his plate on the dresser and fixating you under an inquisitive stars. His hands sunk into his jean pockets, feet planted firmly into the floor as he studied you.

“There’s no need to apologize to me, I didn’t know.. he was so hard on you.” He whispered before looking to his left. Studying the contents that bordered your dresser, he moved his hand to the broken carousel, studying the winder that no longer turned. You stood slowly from the bed, pushing off the mattress so you could cross the room. You stopped once you reached the dresser.

“It doesn’t matter.” You started, but he looked back to you.

“It does.” His brows furrowed. “It absolutely does, you’re miserable.” He frowned. Tom pulled his hands out of his pockets before lifting them to your cheeks. He cradled the smooth surface, tracing the underside of your eyes with his delicate touch. You were silent, relishing in the feel of his hands. “Babe,” He whispered, hot breaths running along your features. “move in with me.”

Your eyes, previously droopy from the enjoyable touch, sprang open at his words. Staring up at him as if he had two heads, your stomach dropped, twisted, and then churned. Three years was a long enough time to wait for such a question, but the unexpectedness of it made you feel queasy.

“What?” You whimpered out pathetically.

He smirked. “I didn’t stutter, now did I?”

“Tom, you.. that’s so sudden, too spontaneous, you need to think about what you’re asking me because I’d be invading your space!” He knew you were trying your best to make sure this was what he wanted, but he wouldn’t have asked you unless he’d truly meant it.

“I’ve been trying to ask you for months, I just didn’t know if you were ready to.” He whispered before slowly moving his hands from your cheeks, down to your hips. “I’ve thought long and hard about where I want this relationship to go and it’s.. everything to me, Y/n. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” Your eyes widened then, hand lifting to his mouth so you could cover it. He was not going to ask you to move in and then propose to you right after. You wouldn’t allow it. Your eyes scanned his, warning him that if he were to propose, you were liable to faint. He smirked slowly before kissing the palm of your hand. He wasn’t going to propose, he had very special plans for how he was going to do that. He wanted it to be special, private, and the best day of your life. You fidgeted in front of him before slowly leaning up on your tiptoes. Pulling your hand out of the way, your mouth pressed to his own, a slow, sweet kiss that told him you were more than happy to move in together. Lifting the hang previously pressed to his lips around to the back of his skull, you curled your hand in his dark tresses and held him in place against you. Your breaths grew shallow and heavy as your mouth moved against his in matching pace.

Tom lowered his hands to your lower back, caressing the shirt of his that you wore before he rolled it up so he could get his palms beneath the fabric. “Would it be completely inappropriate,” he spoke into the liplock, teeth hitting your lips as you continued to try and kiss him. He couldn’t even get his words out completely before you moaned out softly.

“Yes, it would be.” You purred. Dragging your hand away from his hair and instead to his neck, you backed up until your legs hit the edge of your bed. Collapsing down on the mattress with a heavy sigh of want, you opened your legs. Tom sent you a devilish smile before setting his hands on the mattress beside your hips. He lifted his knee so that he could climb on to the bed, stomach flexing and biceps doing the same as he supported his weight.

“Naughty girl.” He murmured before leaning in so that his nose could brush over your own. “I love you.” He whispered breathily, finding it a bit difficult to speak because you kept pressing little kisses against his full, pouted lips. His giggle was boyish and bouncy, a sound that made your stomach fill with butterflies. You craned your neck and kissed him against before moving your lips to his nose.

“You’re everything to me.” You told him quietly before setting your hands on the side of his cheeks. Drawing him forward so that your mouth could trace the length of his nose all the way up to his forehead, you inhaled deeply before tipping your head so you could instead speak against his ear. “I love you too.” Tom adjusted himself on top of you so that he could angle himself just right and rub his crotch directly over your own.

A loud knock filled the room, a booming sound that made you gasp. Tom clenched his jaw before craning to look over his shoulder and toward the shadow that spilled from under the door. The heeled shoes which could be heard clicking from the hallway told the pair of you that it was Amy stood on the other side. Tom slowly lifted himself off of you before dropping down on the mattress so you could sit up.

“Come in.” Your voice shook as you tried to calm your breathing. Smoothing down your locks, you folded your legs nonchalantly and lifted your fork so that you could pick at your food. The door opened slowly and your mother’s head slowly poked into the room.

“Hi, darling.” Her voice was sweeter than honey, such a calming sound. You sent her a light smile before laying your fork down soundlessly against the plate beside your hip. “Your father um..” She clasped her hands together in front of her before shuffling further into the room. You’d never understand where your dad was coming from and he’d never be able to understand how you could love someone so much older. “You’re his little girl, Y/n, he’s always going to be protective. I tried to talk to him but he just doesn’t see eye to eye with this situation,” She paused for a moment before twisting so she could lazily pinch and pull at one of the ribbons attached to your dresser. “That being said, there’s nothing preventing the two of you from seeing one another, dad’s going to keep his opinion to himself, okay?” Her eyes flickered between the pair of you. “I see nothing wrong with it. The heart wants what it wants. I would’ve never imagined you falling for a man much older, but Tom,” She fixed him with a warm gaze. “I think you’re very sweet, polite, and I think you make my little girl very happy.” She moved into the room a little further. “Dad’s gone to bed and I think I’m going to head to bed to. Early night.” She whispered before leaning in and kissing your head. Her hand brushed Tom’s, squeezing it assuringly before she took a small step back. “El’s gone to her friends house so..” Her eyes locked on to your own. “Behave somewhat.” She waved to the pair of you before making her way back to the exit. She halted long enough to grab your dishes, cold food perched on top of them, uneaten and going to soil if kept out. “I’ll put these in the fridge for if you get hungry later.” She told you softly before tugging the door shut behind her.

You squirmed on the mattress slowly, soft eyes glued to where your mother had just been stood.

“I like her.” Your boyfriend piped up before rolling toward you. His head made its way into your lap, using your legs as a soft cushion as you sat with your arms out behind you, palms firmly sinking into the mattress.

“Me too.” You giggled softly before laying your hand on his cheek. Stroking the stubble that stuck out from his face, your free hand moved up to his locks, curling in them before you leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss.

“I see where your dad is coming from you know.” He had to speak in between the kisses you gave him. “I mean,” You swiped your tongue along his lips. “if our little girl,” You hummed. “wanted to date an older guy..” Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip, tugging on it playfully. “I wouldn’t exactly be too thrilled.” You kissed him sweetly before drawing back.

“Baby, I’m trying to kiss you.” You whispered breathily before tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. It was only then, as you stared down at him, that his words settled within you and realization dawned on you. “Wait, what?” Tom smiled lazily, hand lifting so that he could now return the favor. His hand curled in the back of your hair, lugging you forward so that you were bent over him and once more kissing his full lips. “Wait!” You gasped against his lips, unable to draw back because he had such a secure grip on you. “Tom!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he nipped and licked at your mouth, doing exactly what you’d done to him. “You want to have babies with me?” Your question was almost inaudible because of how airy it was.

The man let you break away then before he sat up on the creaky bedsprings. Ruffling his hair, the man pushed himself up on to his knees before rotating around. “Course I do.” He dropped down on his rear and slumped against the fluffy pillows that lined your headboard.

“W-when?” Blinking rapidly, you fidgeted at the foot of the bed before inspecting your boyfriend as he calmly eyed you.

“Whenever you’re ready.” His shoulders lifted before dropping with his shrug. “I told you, babe, you are all I want.. who else am I gonna have kids with or move in with?” He extended his arms and ushered you toward him. “Marry?” He grinned.

You took ahold of his hands before moving along the bed and toward his form. Swallowing thickly, you moved your hands along his and up to his forearms. Gripping on to him securely, you lifted yourself up so you could climb over his bent legs. Situating yourself in his lap, your fingers moved up to his shoulders, gripping them securely. “I didn’t know you thought about all that stuff.. I mean, I thought..”

“What? I was just spending three years of my life with you for the hell of it?” He lowered his hands to your hips and slowly drew you forward. Pressing his lips against your chin, he kissed down to the side of your neck before embracing you snugly. “No, baby.. I want to do everything with you.” He shut his eyes. “Everything.” His voice was heavy, honest, and it made your eyes droop. You wiggled in his lap before allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

Amy brushed her hand along Hank’s arm, attempting to wipe the grumpy expression, he’d been wearing since dinner, off of his face. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, fingernail tracing lazy shapes along his hot skin. She knew, despite his tough exterior and mean words, he would eventually have to come around. It would carve a wedge between him and you if he didn’t. She looked toward the hall, tempted to go back to your room and see if there was any way you’d want to come and talk to your dad, but deep down she knew that you and your boyfriend had no intention of going to sleep this early. The sun had hardly bid the world around it goodbye for the night. She looked to the ceiling. You could talk to him tomorrow.

A sharp gasp left your lips as your boyfriend pinned you against the mattress beneath him. Your trousers were around your knees, difficult for him to assist you in removing because he was far too interested in kissing your mouth and touching your breasts. His hands were buried beneath the tee, hidden as he massaged and kneaded your tender flesh. He moaned out gratefully into your mouth, hips wiggling uncomfortably as the tension between his legs grew harder and harder. Your shaky fingers clasped around his belt, unhooking it as swiftly and skillfully as you could without breaking the liplock which really just looked like a tongue war. You giggled into his mouth, legs kicking the second that he’d managed to get your jeans around your ankles. He slung the material to the floor before moving his hands back up the length of your legs and up to your hips so he could drag your underwear down and out of the way.

His trousers were harder to get off and you didn’t know if it was because they were thicker or because of how much you were shaking, but it took you long enough, to shove them down and off his hips. He’d managed to get your panties down and around your left ankle by the time he was kicking off his trousers and helping you by shoving his boxers down and off. You took your time in ridding of his shirt and you were sure that he had no intention of ridding of yours. He had his hands constantly pushed beneath the fabric so he could play with your breasts and because it wasn’t in the way of anything, you knew he wouldn’t waste time with removing it.

Your hips lifted eagerly, heels sinking into the mattress so he could slide forward and bury himself inside you. His face was red, coated in little beads of sweat from the frenzied movements. You wiped away the droplets before laying your palms against his wide, broad back. Dragging him down and on top of you securely, your eyes slid shut the second his tip sunk into you. A burst of warmth flooded you, followed by a slight pressure and then an explosion of stars. The groan you set free was deep and broken, a sound that he loved dragging from you and only managed to do when he first entered you. He let out a shaky gasp himself, a heavy, hot pant that your mouth was forced to devour.

This was how you wanted every night to end. Tom laid out on top of you or sprawled beneath you, bodies connected, molding you into one. He was your other half, no matter what the age difference was. He was the only person that could make you laugh as hard as he managed, smile until your cheeks burned, ache from how much you needed him. Your heart beat solely for his just as his beat solely for yours.

Today hadn’t gone exactly as you’d planned, but this was definitely making up for it.

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[gayhanguangjun]

It’s kind of irresponsible to ignore the fact that the things we see and hear and read, including fiction, desensitize us

That’s not a value statement, that fact can be used for good purposes, but it needs to be kept in mind

For example, the study that men who watch porn that is violent and coercive against women are then more punishing towards women when given the chance, and the (correlational) studies that people who watch violent TV shows are generally more aggressive (as in aggressing to other people) even when things like class, gender, “intelligence” etc are taken into account — this was cited by my social psych processor and text book so I’ll have to look it up to source it but I’m just kinda rambling rn and I won’t unless someone asks

I think it’s why I feel so upset listening to people talk about true crime shows. To me, hearing about victims of violent crimes is horrendous and extremely upsetting and when I see people who not only are okay hearing about it and seeing it, but go out of their way to do so because they enjoy it, it horrifies me

But the thing is they’re just desensitized to it, their empathy has been shut off

Same with ER professionals. My mom has worked in ER stuff and now she’s a wound care nurse and she likes watching true crime. She can see IRL people come in with the most gruesome traumas and get to work (something she needs to do for her job)

Like, I’m not saying it’s always a bad thing. There are always negative consequences, yes, but in some situations having no empathy and being desensitized is good, like when your job is to help the person in need and you have to focus.

But I think everyone needs to be aware that You Are Being Desensitized anytime you see and hear something, and I‘m sure even reading it because you’re forming a mental image of it. It’s just how our brains work. And if being desensitized to acts of violence, especially against vulnerable people, doesn’t sit right with you, then be careful with the stuff you watch and read.

[brujahinaskirt]

As long as I‘m playing this game again I gotta do a little real talk venting at how poorly Beth understands racism despite recklessly endeavoring to write about it in their games. Beth can’t seem to delineate the specifics of real-world racism from their own fantasy racism. One of the biggest problems therein is that there’s no “whiteness” in TES, and yet so many of their parallels re: Nordic racism rely upon audiences conceptualizing Nords as white in a way that is often in direct conflict with the fantasy politics they’ve established in their games.

Time and time again, Beth continues to guide players into feeling a certain way about prejudices we see in the world by sloppily mirroring heinous racist sentiments against POC... except they then nonsensically proceed to VALIDATE these prejudices over and over and over. I’m not even sure if there are nefarious writers buried in the team who do this shit on purpose or if they truly just lack writing consistency and the validation is mindless. Either way, oversimplification + prejudice validation makes for an emotionally messy, contradictory, and incoherent narrative.

Let’s look at these game releases as stand-alone texts, since they’re sold to us that way, rather than as an enormous nebulously connected body of canonical lore (since we can’t assume players will enter the “texts” with an encyclopedic knowledge of canon). Just a few examples of reckless prejudice validation here. If we’re supposed to feel angry about the world’s typecasting of Khajiit as thieving drug dealers (a racist typecast we should be angry about), then why does Beth almost never introduce a Khajiit who is not both a thief and a crack cocaine sugar dealer? If we’re supposed to understand the Nords’ discrimination against elves as an allegory for the outrageous real-world panic of ill-intentioned white racists who claim white “culture” is being threatened, then WHY put the same Nords in a life-threatening state of REAL and URGENT military occupation where their culture actually IS being systematically obliterated through extreme state violence... perpetuated by a fascist trans-national coalition of elven supremacist mer whose design transparently draws upon real-world fascist government? Why are we not offered more access to Ulfric and Tullius’s true designs versus the propaganda hurled against each in turn? Given the lengthy lifespans of mer in comparison to the other playable racism of TES, why are the last two games damn near completely silent on their own fictional reality that the Dunmer nation proudly engaged in a massive system of chattel slavery of Khajiit and Argonians, one we saw front-and-centered in Vvardenfell, and something Vvardenfell characters broadly defended as an integral part of their culture? If memory serves, I think we see a single Dunmer character in the Imperial City openly reject the way her homeland treats these peoples. Since we see Dunmer and Argonians living in close proximity in Windhelm and are presented with barely-there hints of racial tension between them, clearly drawing upon competition for the real-world model minority myth, where is the cultural and emotional blowback of the Argonian sacking of Blacklight--on both sides? Some of these former slavers are sure to still be alive! Am I meant to understand the Dunmer as an oppressed race now in social status lock-step with the Khajiit and Argonians (an absurd claim to be making, if I felt at all certain that was even an intentional claim)? Beth, give me some consistent emotional cues on your world history!

If we’re supposed to understand the Nords’ rejection of Khajiit and Argonians and Dunmer as misdirected aggression against their actual oppressors, very much a real-world phenomenon, then why is this topic only given a feather-light brush in the Gray Quarter? (Speaking of, why doesn’t Beth let us see and experience the everyday Gray Quarter squalor we hear about? Why did Beth choose to make most of the businesses in Windhelm owned by mer instead of showing us the everyday experience of non-Nordic poverty in a Nord-run city? Why don’t we get to see and experience more everyday Thalmor military oppression? Why don’t we get to see and experience the everyday consequences of living under this bloated and failing empire... which, by the way, once turned its nose up and allowed a colonially conquered Vvardenfell to keep its slavery? It’s ultimately a failure to write racism meaningfully into the world beyond a thin overarching plot and scant lines of throwaway dialogue.)

And this is without even touching upon the low-effort way TES’s indigenous peoples like the Skaal and Ashlanders are depicted in the games. The entire discussion of racism is shallow puppetry. It’s all tokenism! It's a veneer of complexity -- a complexity that could be written into the bedrock of the world, but isn’t.

True, there’s a much bigger body of lore that exists outside and beyond the video games, but the majority of players can’t be expected to hunt all of this lore down and the marketing embraces this limitation. The writing should, too. If they want to commentate on (or even just explore with the dynamics of) real-world politics in their games, especially real-world racism, it’s on each individual piece of media to show us enough of this surrounding lore so that we can understand the parallels they’re trying to draw... and, more importantly, how we’re supposed to feel about it given the story we see vs. our own personal worldviews.

Mind, no writing team should spoon-feed us Humanities 101 morality or serve us a dumbed-down story just to repeatedly hit us over the head with their own personal manifesto. That sort of storytelling is rarely effective in getting people to think. But more often than not, rather than offering us consistent information and narrative depth we can then decide what to do with on our own, Beth leaves us to navigate these emotional questions solely by drawing upon our own pre-existing feelings about real-world racism -- a real-world that simply doesn’t align with the fantasy world they’ve established. When that happens, our feelings don’t get challenged or meaningfully mirrored or refined -- which is the very point of making such overt political parallels in the first place.