#you really DO have to be delusional to see more to it than that...

[mggslover]

MR. HOTCHNER — aaron hotchner

In which being a nanny for the Hotchners doesn’t only mean taking care of Jack, but also pleasing your boss

genre smut (18+) cw free use arrangement, nanny!reader, age gap (r is in 20s), post haley, mentions of jack, lowkey toxic relationship, soft to hard cock, thigh biting, some brat taming, praise, shower sex: oral (f receiving), p in v, use of showerhead, body painting wc 5k a/n i have been feeling #insecure about writing, but it's the same as when you haven't driven in a while and you're like "fuck i need to go on a ride otherwise i'll be too anxious to ever do it again", so here is me ignoring my inner demons yelling at me and posting anyway. oh and this is also my formal job application to be hotch’s free use nanny!!

You are a feminist, obviously. But beliefs tend to change in certain situations. To be precise, around certain people. The certain people in question being Aaron Hotchner.

You’d been babysitting throughout your entire college career—a job not only you, but all of your friends did. It’s no one’s plan to continue their college side job after getting a degree, but sometimes there isn’t much of a choice. You didn’t know what to do with your life after graduating, not sure how to navigate the struggles in your twenties while it seemed like everyone else had their shit together. A stable factor in your life was what you needed, and with capitalism taking over the world, the money was welcome too.

Nannying for the Hotchners was better than the families you babysat for in college. The term says it already; you were a nanny now, a live-in nanny at that. You had a home, a stable income, and took care of a shy but very sweet kid who grew more comfortable around you every day. If you closed your eyes, you could almost picture this being your life: the apartment you clean and cook warm meals in being yours, the mothers at Jack’s school seeing you as their equal and not just as “the nanny of”... And if you squint hard enough, you could imagine Aaron being your partner, the one who brought in the money so you could be a stay-at-home wife.

It’s not as delusional as it sounds, promise. Even though you and Aaron weren’t actually dating, at this point you might as well be. Because, honestly, can there really be any love involved with a man who always prioritizes his job? You lived in his house, took care of his kid, and besides that, there was only one more thing needed for the label of having a relationship: sex. And sex there was. Lots of it.

Okay, again, it might not be like the sex you’d see in a traditional relationship, but you lived in the 21st century, for Christ’s sake. It counted as something. At least to you. 

It had been a couple of months since you started working for Mr. Hotchner when you had made the mutual decision to add an extra addition to your contract: a free use policy.

The decision didn’t come out of nowhere. The second you had met up with Aaron over coffee to see if you were suitable for the job, there was a tension that neither of you could deny. An undeniable attraction that lingered in the air when your eyes first met across the café. A spark that coursed through both of your veins when he held out his hand and cupped your smaller one in his. The way your heart did a jump when he pulled out a chair for you and how his body had the same reaction at seeing your dress ride up when you sat down, revealing the slightest sliver of skin. 

This arrangement was destined to work. Aaron was stressed out and on the verge of breaking down if he didn’t get the relief of tension he so desperately needed after a long day of work. You needed to feel useful and worthy. Wanted by someone that in your eyes had it all. 

One and one make two.

It sounded simple enough to you: being each other’s sex buddy, satisfying each other’s needs without overcomplicating it. But it wouldn’t be your life if the execution of this plan went that smoothly. 

During a late night on the couch, several glasses of wine in, you tried making a move on Aaron. Your legs were intertwined, bundled up beneath a warm blanket. His fingers had found the bare skin of your calves, drawing slow circles as he listened to you recalling your day with Jack. His lips would curl ever so slightly when you mentioned Jack getting a compliment from his teacher or when you laughed as you repeated the pun you had learned from his son.

Still, the tiredness in his eyes remained, just like the dark circles beneath them that never seemed to fade.

You just wanted to help, make him feel comforted in a way you knew would work. He didn’t object when you scooted closer, turning your upper body to his to rest your head on his shoulder. He didn’t react when you used the tip of your nose to lightly graze his neck—apathetic to the small shiver of his shoulders and the trail of goosebumps that followed with your movement. He did not even flinch at the first couple of kisses that you pressed to his skin.

It was only when your hot breath fanned over the shell of his ear that he had stopped you. 

“We need to set boundaries. This isn’t professional.”

You swallowed down your sigh, chirping out a high-pitched sure. Deep down you could’ve predicted this. Aaron was the type of man disciplined enough to print out another copy of your contract, all the while ignoring the hard-on that was uncomfortably pressing against the zipper of his pants. 

It was admirable how he took the time to explain this “free use” arrangement to you. Despite you working with kids, you weren’t as patient. You were getting sex. That was all you needed to know. So you politely nodded along to his words as he scribbled down new information on the contract. 

“I need you to sign here,” Aaron murmured, glancing up at your position on the couch.

With an inaudible huff, you stood and walked up to the wooden table he was bent over. Aaron took a step back, giving you the space to prop yourself in between the table and his frame to take a better look at the paper.

Your eyes flit over the rules:

No kissing

Minimal talking during the act (sounds of pleasure and code word allowed)

No talking about the act outside of the act

And most importantly, since he is the boss, he makes the calls on when you’ll be having sex. No arguments.

The second you had scribbled down your signature on the new document, Aaron had pressed his body to yours. Large arms wrapped around your waist, his palms finding a home on your lower stomach. The erection you had spotted earlier wasn’t gone, as it now poked against the soft curve of your ass.

A breathless sound escaped your mouth, quickly turning louder when Aaron’s short, dark hair brushed against your ear, placing open-mouthed, wet kisses on the place where your neck met your jaw.

You remembered how his hand slid into your jeans next, his fingers expertly slipping between the puffy folds of your pussy. His breathing heaved with every curl of his finger, and so did his movements as he rocked his hips into your back. He was visibly enjoying making you feel good. That much you could tell, but still you had thought that this was just a warm-up to get you ready for him. But when you came—with a loud cry he had to muffle with his other palm—he had simply left the room.

It had been like this for the next couple of times: Aaron worshipping your body with his mouth or hands but never asking for anything in return. Maybe it was a boundary he wasn’t ready to cross yet, or maybe watching you come undone was enough to satiate his needs and take away his stress. No matter his initial reasons, eventually he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, your endeavors more often turning into you sucking him off while he’s on a tense phone call or having a quickie in the kitchen before the workday would start. Yes, specifically in the kitchen. Or any location other than the bedroom, for that matter. Because although not on the list, having sex in bed was an unspoken form of intimacy you agreed on not having.

But all sexual acts aside, at the end of the day you were a nanny. One who had a job to do. 

With a long stretch of your arms and a loud groan, you climbed out of bed this morning. The weekend—two days filled with cheering Jack on during his soccer matches and baking chocolate chip cookies—unfortunately has come to an end. 

Your feet moved on autopilot, still in a dazed state from your sleep, until you found yourself in Aaron’s bedroom. It was only to enter the connected master’s bathroom. It was probably against the “rules”, but no one could deny that his bathroom was superior to the guest one: it had a large shower cabin made out of glass, a window where the perfect amount of sunlight beamed through in the mornings, and there were discreet spotlights hidden in the ceiling that illuminated the room in a romantic setting during late night showers.

You never showered here when Aaron was at home. But he had been on a case this entire weekend, giving you the opportunity to fully enjoy the luxuries of his apartment. You did suspect that he was aware of your sneaky endeavors. One day he had come out of the shower smelling exactly like the vanilla scent of your shampoo—the shampoo you had forgotten to take back to your room with you.

Turning on the shower made you realize why waking up early was worth it. Warm drops of water fell down your skin, the fog that came free wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You had exactly one hour until Jack would wake up, one hour to abuse Mr. Hotchner’s water bill and carry out your sacred full-body routine.

You were in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when the creaking of the bathroom door sounded. 

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, blindly reaching for a towel to dry your eyes from the prickling foam that’s running down your face. 

“Jack, what did I tell you about knocking when—“

Standing in front of you, barricaded only by the fogged shower doors, stood a man that—considering someone couldn’t grow twenty inches overnight—was not Jack. 

The dark, short-cut hair and the black blazer that was thrown over the figure’s form gave him away. It was none other than your boss standing in front of you.

“Jack’s still asleep,” Aaron said matter of factly as he tugged the blazer off his arm before dropping it into the laundry basket.

A tinge of worry filled your chest, your mind running in a million different directions as it tried to come up with the most natural and fast explanation for you being here. “I didn’t want to wake him. Your room is at the other side of the apartment, and you weren’t home, so—“

He waves you off with a motion of his hand. “Good call, he needs his sleep.”

The fogged glass hides the deep breath of relief you're letting out at hearing his approval. 

With the anxiety slipping away, you carefully reach out to wash the rest of your hair. You should turn around, face your back to him, and get the job done as fast as possible, but your boss had this essence that was too captivating to look away from. Squinting your eyes, you could make out the exhausted expression that lingered on Aaron’s face as he was busy untying his tie. 

“Rough weekend?”

He gave a short snort. “As always.”

You nodded in understanding, although he couldn’t see. Another silence followed, causing you to finally look away. It didn’t take long for your curiosity to be piqued again, when the sound of a belt buckle unclasping and the soft thud of a shirt falling to the ground interrupted the steady stream of spilling water. 

Turning your head, you could make out a vague tanned beige color where you previously saw the white of his dress shirt. The skin… the belt… Fuck, was this man getting naked?

“What are you doing?” You gulp when a strong hand reaches out for the shower’s doors. 

“Joining you.”

Such a deadpan tone, like your boss joining you in your morning shower is the most normal thing to happen on earth. But this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? To feel like it was a mundane thing. For it to feel like you had an actual, healthy relationship with Aaron, that you weren’t essentially getting paid for your services.

“Okay,” you respond back with a newfound confidence.

You weren’t sure whether Aaron had waited on your confirmation, but the second the approval left your mouth, the doors were being opened. 

There was no need to hide your body; it wasn’t anything he hadn't seen before. The way he looked, however, was different. You’d only seen Aaron in a state where he was turned on, where he’d either been fantasizing about you all day at work—walking around with a painful boner all day—or where you’d been teasing him before you had greedily pulled his pants down. Now, however, he was still soft.

It wasn’t a sight you’ve often seen in your life, most men that you’d encountered feeling ashamed of the flaccid state; being a grower, or not thinking it looks sexy. So the fact that Aaron didn’t think twice of walking in showed a sense of trust and intimacy that made your stomach flutter. Besides, he had no reason to worry about his looks, because he looked good in this state. His balls were tight and roundly shaped, his length looked a bit shorter when soft but hung thick and heavy over said balls, and what drove you even wilder was the way his full tip twitched when his eyes had landed on you.

“Can I help you with that?” He asked, nodding down to the pink loofah in your hand.

You answered by taking a step back, giving him the space to fully enter the shower and close the doors behind him. He reached out his hand, and you had to blink a couple of times to make sure that this was really happening before handing him over the sponge.

Aaron accepts it. His other arm extends, almost brushing against yours. You inhale a deep breath, only to find out he was reaching for the shower gel behind you. With the use of his thumb, he clicks open the cap and squeezes a generous amount of liquid onto the loofah. 

Aaron’s eyes flick over your body, as if deciding where to start first. It was difficult for him to imagine that he had you right where he wanted. That you were standing right in the spot where he had fisted himself for months to the thought of you. The way you looked, with your curves bare on display as drops of water fell down the side of your body, was beyond any visualization his own mind could’ve ever come up with. 

Your nipples harden under the weight of his long, dark gaze, and it seems like the decision is made for him. Gently, he places the sponge on your collarbone, then moves it down in a slow stroke, following the curve of your breast. Your eyes close shut when the rough material catches onto your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core.

With curious eyes he takes in your reaction, then repeats the movement, moving the sponge back up. Your breast sways along, causing Aaron to swallow back a groan. In circular motions he moves on to your other breast. You hum in pleasure as he repeatedly caresses the pebbled bud while covering you in little bubbles of soap. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” he teases. “Is it that relaxing?”

The corners of your lips lift up, it’s not often that he breaks his own rules by talking to you. When you open your eyes, you notice a mischievous glimmer behind the stoic facade. It’s not just that that you notice: the proximity is undeniable. In the few seconds your eyes were shut, Aaron had moved closer. So close that his forehead was nearly touching yours. So close that you could almost count the curly hairs on his chest that have deepened in color because of the streaming water. 

It was a mistake to look down.

Just an inch away from your stomach, heaved Aaron’s rock hard cock—that’s how fast the transformation can go. The large vein that you could dream at this point had made its appearance, and his bulbous head was shining in pre-cum. A thick drop hypnotizingly coating the slit.

“That’s what you do to me,” Aaron breathes out, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour. He could kiss you right now, his lips impossibly close to yours as he wet them with his tongue. Instead, his mouth moved: “Up.”

Before you were able to squint your eyebrows in confusion, Aaron had his arms wrapped around your thighs, giving you a firm tug up, allowing you to jump like he’d asked you. 

In a smooth—way too smooth—motion, you were thrown against the cold tiled wall, legs wrapped around his waist. Then he said it again. Up. 

Like a toddler being lifted by their parents, Aaron had managed to climb you up so that your thighs were seated against each side of his face, legs dangling over his shoulders and the back of your calves planted firmly against his lower back.

“How the fuck…” you gasp out in belated shock.

“Don’t waste your words asking questions,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning over your spread pussy. Not like you’d be able to in the state he’s got you in. “Just enjoy yourself.”

With his hands pinning you against the wall, he used the sole power of his neck to dive in. No time was wasted as his wet tongue split open the folds of your pussy, immediately latching onto your swollen pearl—completely magnetized by it.

Your thighs clenched around his head, a sound in between a moan and a gasp escaping you as you threw your head back.

“Shit,” you hiss, the back of your head making contact with the cold surface. 

Aaron groaned. You knew him well enough to know that it was a sound of disapproval, one of his dad-like “I told you to be careful” huffs. It didn’t have its designated effect, though; his muffled sound vibrates through your body, causing a wave of tingles to ignite your skin, your clit twitching against his tongue. 

When you looked down, he was rolling his eyes at you. “Are you serious?” his face spoke. A giggle left your chest, you couldn’t take the stern attitude seriously. 

Apparently, he did take it seriously. Aaron leaned back just enough to turn his head, and you missed the warmth of his mouth on you already. The light stubble that covered his jaw from being away on a case all weekend grazed along your inner thigh. 

“More,” you whimpered, lifting your hips from the wall and driving your cunt into his face.

His eyes flick to yours for a split second. It was easy to miss the moment, but something behind his eyes shifted, reaching the max of dealing with this daring disobedience of yours. Your breath gets caught before it happens: his teeth sink into your thigh.

You sputter in his grasp, legs locking tighter around his waist. He didn’t bite hard enough to cut skin, but he was definitely leaving a mark. You were sure of that when, after the use of teeth, he wrapped his lips around the aching spot, sucking and not stopping despite your sharp nails digging into his back.

“Are you going to be good for me now?”

“Yes! Yes, I promise!”

Wrong answer. Another bite.

This time you just nod, not speaking any excessive words. 

His teeth are replaced by his lips. He leaves two featherlight kisses on the bruised spot and moves back to your needy hole.

“Haven’t touched you in a minute, and you’re already dripping.”

Apparently the rule of not speaking doesn’t apply to Aaron Hotchner today. Not that you minded.

He licked the sweetness off your pussy, getting back into rhythm. Aaron’s lips sealed around your labia, gently suckling until the only sounds leaving your mouth were passionate moans. 

At this point it was impossible to decipher whether the wet, sloppy noises came from your pussy or from the water that dripped out of the shower's head, warming the sides of your bodies. 

You dug your nails lightly into his shoulders, grounding yourself from the accumulating heat that was starting to form low in your stomach.

With every up and down of his chin, Aaron’s nose would bump against your clit, making it twitch in desperation.

“Mmph,” you whine in response to his actions. I’m close! Aaron, please! Is what you wish you could scream out to him right now. Wishing you could beg for a fast release as the obscene sounds grew louder around you. But you couldn’t, not if you wanted to have any release at all. Forced to endure his sweet torture.

Aaron lifted his head, his mouth inches away from where you needed him most. 

“Are you close?”

You obediently nod up and down, making sure he gets the memo. 

“Will you cum if I touch her?” 

You vehemently nod, tears burning in the corners of your eyes. Please, touch my clit, Aaron. 

His hot breath ghosted over the swollen bud. “Hold on tight.”

You moved your fingers to wrap tightly in his locks, right on time as Aaron wraps your throbbing clit in between his lips. It was a combination of his satisfied moans and the slurping of his tongue that tipped you over the edge.

By the time Aaron had placed you back on the ground, you were wobbling on your legs, and your throat felt sore from the cries that had tumbled from your lips. 

There wasn’t much time to recover, Aaron’s hands finding your waist, warm palms burning your skin as he turned you around. Your chest heaved from your orgasm, and your heart rate only sped up when his fingers made contact with the back of your arms. He guided his hands up until your fingers locked. 

The bathroom tiles weren’t as cold as you expected them to be when you placed your palms against them, still heated by Aaron’s hands that were pressed against the same spot only a minute ago.

“Arch your back for me, sweetheart,” he instructed. 

The nickname had your legs close to giving out. You clawed against the wall as you arched your back, ass raised high in the air, your cunt making contact with his poking cock as it pulsed from the sight of you. 

An arm cups around your frame, holding you steady against him. With the other, he brushes the skin of your curves, mapping out his favorite spots.

Aaron’s thick fingers grip around the cheek of your ass, spreading you open and watching you in a mix of lust and adoration. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured under his breath, as if he’d just witnessed the opening of an exotic flower.

You felt the weight of his solid chest against your back, dew drops falling from his skin and melting onto yours. Aaron bent slightly through his knees, enough to line himself up with your hole. Then he pushed in.

“That’s it, you can take it,” he encouraged as his throbbing length entered you inch by inch. “Almost there. You’re doing so good, taking all of me.”

“Feels good,” you whisper softly, not able to help the words from spilling out.

“I know, honey. Going to make you feel even better.”

With that, he started pumping himself in and out of you, creating a mark in your cervix that he kissed with every thrust of his hips. It was hot. So fucking hot. The steam that has built up in the shower cabin, the warm press of Aaron’s body, the fullness of him inside of you, the heaving of his breath in your ear… Too hot.

It’s like he heard you, because in the next moment he had you pushed up against the cool expanse of tile. A shiver ran through your body, a pleasant one, as your nipples peaked against it, stimulated by the continuous rubbing against the surface as Aaron moved your body up and down his cock. 

A groan tore from his throat, the sound lightning through your body. “I missed this. Missed having you wrapped around me.”

The words were dirty, definitely, but it was the most affectionate thing he’s ever said to you. You could do this for the rest of your life: have him use you, be the reason he feels good, because there truly was nothing that made you feel more whole than to be praised by him. 

You fluttered your pussy around him, enticing another deep groan from him. 

“I’m getting close,” he hisses, and you nod. Give it to me, please. 

Instead of speeding up the slapping of skin, he halts his movements, pulling a whiny no out of you. 

With your back facing him, you don’t catch on to how he’s taking the shower head from its bar. Not even noticing the change of there being no more water falling down your body. 

What you do take in, is him hungrily cupping your mound. And you are definitely aware when he uses two of his fingers to spread your lips. You swear you can feel his grin against your neck when the shower head magically appears in his hand, turned to a setting where a strong current of water spurts out, which he places directly above your clit.

A high-pitched cry leaves your mouth, making you wiggle in his grasp. If he didn’t have you pinned against his body, you would’ve fallen to the ground, your legs feeling like complete jelly.

“Hold yourself open for me.”

Regret followed later, when you realized that Aaron would pick up his pace again, all the while your clit was being overstimulated by the flow of water.

Your mouth was agape, moans and gasps and cries tumbling out—sometimes loud, sometimes utterly breathless. The last sound that left you was a scream of Aaron’s name as you came around his cock. 

Your hand had left your pussy, reaching back to grip Aaron’s ass—the most accessible, and convenient place to hold—as your orgasm stuttered through you. You held him tightly, forcing a few more deep thrusts out of him before he pulled himself out.

“Knees. Now.”

The next moment passed in a blur. You fell to your knees, your legs squeaking against the cold, wet floor. You didn’t have the time to decide where to settle your eye: on his thick length that he held tightly in his fist, on his soft stomach and chest that heaved in anticipation of his orgasm, or on his face that was barely visible with the way he had his head thrown back, lip caught in between his teeth. 

His hips twitched, and his muscled thighs clenched as a white-hot fountain erupted on you. His release fell down your body, covering you from your breasts to your stomach to your legs. He even made a mess of himself, his hand covered in his essence, spread all over his cock by the jerking of his hand.

“Jesus,” Aaron curses, using his clean hand to push his hair out of his face. 

When his eyes fell back on you, he caught sight of you obediently sitting in front of him, using your thumb to flick a white stain off your breast before swirling your tongue around the digit.

He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his face. “You’ll be the death of me.”

You pick up the shower head that was thrown beside you on the ground, then place your hand around his thigh for leverage, wanting to clean him up.

Aaron sharply inhaled, body tensing when the stream hit his sensitive cock. “Don’t do that!”

“I’m sorry!” You quickly apologize in a stutter, then burst out in small laughter.

He shakes his head, opening his palm. “Hand it over to me.”

For a second you’re afraid he’s planning his revenge, but he turns the handle so that a gentle and even stream flows out of the head, then holds it above your body. Your personal waterfall.

With a hum, you wash yourself clean, almost sad to see the proof of his loving vanish from your body. 

“Come here,” he whispers when you’re done and helps pull you up by your arm.

Surprisingly, he wraps a strong arm around you, the back of his fingers running across your cheek to put the wet strands of your hair back in place. 

“I can bring Jack to school today.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Are you sure? You haven’t slept all night. I don’t mind—“

“Me neither,” he assures. “I know the work here is tiring too.”

It was. You knew nannying wasn’t an easy job, but nothing had prepared you for the days and nights spent alone while Aaron was catching killers in different states. It wasn’t easy being the main responsibility of a child in his most formative years, no matter how much gratification the work gives you.

“Okay,” you hum. “Thank you.”

“I have some free time when I get back.” His eyes search for yours as he speaks the words, awaiting your reply to the invitation. His eyes soften when they catch your small smile.

“Sounds good.”

He nods. “Good.”

[twopoppies]

Well that happiness was short lived.. what in the actual f**k? I'm a newbie and I'm already sick of this🤣 how do you do it? First Louis..now Harry? Not sure if it means they are together or we are just delusional 🙄..it's a sad day for the Fandom

It’s not sad, at all, darling. It’s truly par for the course. If you scroll down on my blog, just one or two posts, you’ll see that I was literally just said that if what went on this weekend was a Band-Aid because Harry‘s about to have another PR relationship, I’m gonna need to hibernate for a while. They do this all the fucking time.

The sad thing is, there really isn’t a good reason for Harry to be kissing some woman, whoever she is. Enough people think he only dates women, this isn’t going to bring him any kind of publicity that’s going to help his career, she’s not more famous than he is so it’s not helping in that way, and it only adds to the “bad kisser“ allegations.

All this does is make Larry’s dig their heels in and say that nothing proves it more that they’re together, than that they once again did something to “prove Larry” right before they did something to “upset larries.”

If you’re new and want to stay and lose your mind, I suggest ignoring people who insist every little thing that happens is 1. Leading up to babygate ending, and 2. “The friendship narrative” is starting, or 3. Harry and/or Louis coming out.

Some day those things will happen (minus the friendship—who knows with that one?), but I really really doubt they’ll leave a trail of breadcrumbs before it does.

It’s okay to be happy and excited when something like Louis liking the post happens. IMO, it only goes to show that they are still together. Even if it was 100% planned. Louis’ demeanor today says everything to me. But don’t let yourself get so certain it means what you want it to mean, that you end up depressed when it inevitably doesn’t. You know what I’m saying?

People always ask how I’m still here after 13 years. Besides what I said above, my only additional advice Is to people who keep their feet on the ground to talk about this stuff with, and take a break when it gets to be too much. ❤️

[4doras]

RULES FOR DATING TRASH ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

you've always hated taesan, but now? now that changed ⊹♡

enemy.taesan x f.reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1.6k

a/n. does anyone else keeping getting that one ad on youtube for the webtoon 💔 i don't even read webtoon but it keeps popping up… anyway i kinda liked the title so i wanted to make a fic with it

RULE ONE: AVOID HIM

you never liked taesan and taesan never liked you, that was something you were sure of. having to talk to him made your blood boil, just seeing him ruined your mood, even the mention of his name made you mad. 

more under the cut!

there wasn’t much reason behind why you hated each other, other than the fact that he had an uncalled hatred for you. 

you hadn’t done anything to him, but he acted as if you had ruined his whole future. he did anything he could just to mess up your day. they were just small things, but big enough to irritate you – hiding stuff you desperately needed, purposely stepping on your shoelaces so they’d untie, walking around with his water bottle unnecessarily full and wide open so it’d spill on you – what did you do to him in your past life for him to treat you like this? 

with that, you made sure to avoid him at all times. 

but recently, taesan had made sure that it was quite literally impossible. it just so happened that everywhere you went, you saw him. and he probably found pleasure from it, knowing that it did nothing but make you mad. 

whatever length you went, he found a way to get under your skin. 

you were sitting at a cafe, complaining about taesan to jaehyun when the boy himself came through the door, ringing the bell attached to the top of the door. 

“hey, taesan’s here.” jaehyun looked at you with a shocked expression. “it’s like you summoned him here.” he chuckled at the coincidence. 

everyone, including jaehyun, knew that you and taesan didn’t like one another, but even knowing that, jaehyun still wanted to invite him to the table. 

“oh please? i’ll be here if he tries to do anything.” he scrambled to justify his actions, but you knew that he likely just enjoyed seeing you two bicker. either way, there was no point in telling him no: taesan was already on the way. 

instead of sitting beside jaehyun, which would’ve been much easier, he decided to slide next to you, sitting on the sofa. 

“ooh, taesan!” jaehyun cooed, grinning from ear to ear at the sight. “do you like y/n?” he covered his face with his hand, giggling like a maniac. “or… are you guys dating?” promptly dropping his hand. 

sometimes it just seemed like jaehyun wanted you and taesan together, he always talked about how you and taesan were secretly in love and were hiding it from the rest. “you’re seriously delusional, jaehyun.” were you not just grumbling about how annoying he is? you picked up your drink and took a big sip, hoping that'd take away from the fact that your biggest enemy was sitting right beside you. 

RULE TWO: DON’T TALK TO HIM 

well… you’ve broken this rule many times, but it was with reason. i mean, you couldn’t just listen as taesan threw snarky remarks at you, could you? of course you’d have to send some his way too. 

except this time. this time it was different. oddly enough, your conversation with each other was civil, the complete opposite of your usual ones that tended to end up with your friends taking you both your own ways before you started throwing punches at the other. 

you were solo-shopping in a mall when taesan spotted you. 

“hey, i saw my friend.” he was hanging out with some old friends he hadn’t met in a while and frankly, he wanted to get away from them, end the hangout early, but they just seemed to tail him wherever he went. 

taesan tapped you on the shoulder, slightly startling you as he did. “oh, hi.” you said in an unsure tone. he never really approached you, and if he did, he’d be with shared friends. 

“this is your friend?” one of the unrecognizable men who stood next to taesan asked. his tone was terribly rude, even if that wasn’t what he was trying to convey. “i mean, she's pretty but she’s clearly got no other friends.” he scoffed, the other unknown friend joining in. “right? It’s a weekend and you’re walking alone in a mall? what a joke.” the two laughed uncontrollably, leaving you standing there, completely humiliated. 

“you don’t know what you’re talking about.” taesan said in a voice that wasn’t angry, wasn’t loud either, just… calm. “stop talking about her as if you know anything.” and with that, he took your wrist and walked away with you. 

“sorry about them, i didn’t know they’d say that.” he softly apologized, still holding your wrist. “i don’t like them, they basically forced me to hang out with them.” 

you couldn’t find the right words to say. too many feelings were flowing in your mind. for one, you were upset. you were upset that taesan walked up to you and his friend immediately started insulting you. but then again, he was the one who defended you. and third, why was he still holding your wrist?

“i’m surprised you didn’t join them.” you resorted to keeping the conversation light. “but thank you, anyway.” 

“you know i wouldn’t say anything like that.” you could feel him getting angrier the more he thought about it. “i’d annoy you, for sure, but not hurt you.” 

for once, there was no bite. from taesan, at least. 

RULE THREE: KEEP YOUR DISTANCE 

you and your friend group, which sadly included taesan, decided to go out on a small glamping trip. and that meant a long drive was coming. 

jaehyun was driving, riwoo called shotgun, and what a coincidence, you were sat next to taesan. the back seats were tightly packed, everyone's shoulders and knees were pressing against one anothers. 

the seven of you had been on the way since five in the morning, and everyone was slowly falling asleep (minus jaehyun of course) 

hours pass. the sun sets. the music turns low, and your eyes slowly flickered shut. 

but when you wake up? your head’s leaning on his shoulder. taesan’s shoulder. and he’s letting it happen. not jerking his shoulder so your head would fall, not trying to push your head off, just letting you rest. 

you lift your head up, trying to sleep without the contact of his shoulder, but he pulls your head back down. 

“it’s fine.” he holds the side of your head, letting your head lay on his shoulder. and to make things worse, he fixed a small piece of your hair. 

it wasn’t right to feel this way, to feel your heart beat this quickly because of taesan. 

RULE FOUR: DON'T START TO CARE 

you’re all watching a movie at sungho’s place, everyone’s enjoying the movie except taesan. you couldn’t help but notice the way he played with the strings of his hoodie and how his eyes weren’t even focused on the tv. 

the others had checked up on him previously, but the way he snapped away too quickly when they said his name? you knew something wasn’t right. he’d dismiss it as tiredness, and maybe it was, but you knew it was the kind of “tired” that went deeper than sleep. 

you quietly got out of your seat to take the one next to taesan. 

it’s only a small thing. unspoken, quiet. you don’t even ask him what's wrong, you just stayed close. 

and the way taesan’s looking at you – he knows what you’re doing, but he’s not saying anything. he’s slightly leaning into you, thanking you without words. 

the both of you stayed in that position for the remainder of the movie, even falling asleep with your heads slumped against each other. 

you knew it was over when you realized how much you enjoyed his presence, even if you weren’t talking to each other. 

RULE FIVE: DO NOT FALL FOR HIM 

you’re frustrated. frustrated, mad, and sad, if you’re being honest. you were supposed to go out on a date with a guy tonight, but it just so happened that he cancelled. you wouldn’t have been mad if he just cancelled, but you found out he went out with someone else, a different girl. 

maybe it was time to take the sign that taesan was the one for you, because why were you telling him everything, and why was he listening? the old taesan wouldn’t have even sat down with you, and now he was listening as you ranted. 

“and now i’m dressed up for nothing.” other than the fact that your date cancelled on you, you were upset that you got ready for nothing. 

but the response was something you didn’t expect. 

“we can go out together, if you want.” your jaw fell. the han taesan was asking you out on a date? the same guy who used to hate you? “y/n?” you hadn’t noticed how you fell completely silent after he asked you out. 

“you want to go out… with me?” saying you were shocked was an understatement. 

taesan’s confidence didn’t falter, he seemed sure of his idea. “mhm. i have time, and you’re already dressed up for it anyway.” there was no hesitation in his eyes, just quiet certainty. “you look pretty, by the way.” he smiled softly, and at this moment, everything felt unreal. 

it was safe to say you liked him. 

the realization tasted a little like relief and a little like panic. you weren’t supposed to like him, but it felt good to finally accept that you did. taesan nudged your shoulder, half‑teasing, half‑checking if you were okay. 

you’d spent so long hating him, but maybe letting yourself feel something other than hate was a better idea than you thought.

boynextdoor taglist: @beomev 

perm taglist: @jellyouse 

[howlsofbloodhounds]

regarding Dust's depiction in the fandom.

i’m not sure if i’m the right person to speak on this, especially since my diagnosis has changed multiple times. at first, i was told i had hallucinatory delusional disorder—only to later be told that diagnosis doesn’t even formally exist. another psychiatrist changed it to bipolar II, and eventually, all of that was scrapped. i’m still in the process of trying to find real answers.

My therapist just told me that I don't even have delusions, just very extreme intrusive thoughts and severe depersonalization.

what i do experience is intense dissociation, and what could be described as “hearing voices,” though it’s not exactly a sound. it’s something between a thought and an external voice. sometimes i can hear a direction, or distinct tones like different people speaking, but what they’re saying rarely makes sense. it’s like fragments of a conversation, but the context is missing.

for me, what’s pushed me into dangerous territory hasn’t necessarily been the voices themselves, but the nightmares that come with them—and how much i’ve overanalyzed what they seemed to be telling me. trauma plays a huge role in how that spirals. i won’t go into it here, but it’s a big part of the picture.

that’s why i’d really love to see a more layered depiction of Dust. i actually have my own fanfic where i try to explore these kinds of things, but looking back, i worry that in trying to vent through him, i might’ve accidentally written something that came off as ableist. it’s hard to toe that line when you’re writing from pain.

i think what i want—more than anything—from portrayals of Dust is for his symptoms to go beyond just “hallucinating Papyrus.” i want to see the paranoia, the delusions, the intrusive thoughts, the nightmares, the flashbacks. the dissociation. the disorganized thinking and speech. the whole picture of what it feels like when your mind isn’t a safe place anymore.

right now, i’m still going through a diagnostic process. i’m crossing my fingers that i don’t get hit with another heavily stigmatized label—and honestly, that whatever i have is something treatable. but more and more, i feel like it all traces back to trauma. i relate to Dust so deeply it almost scares me sometimes, he has so much potential.

You and I are on the same page about wanting to see more depictions beyond hallucinations, although I was of course thinking of wanting to see more of those depictions with Killer.

Unfortunately, it’s very common in this fandom for Killer’s own psychosis to be ignored, overlooked, or just not know about—which is one reason why the common depiction of Killer making fun of Dust’s hallucinations doesn’t make any sense, given Killer hallucinates too.

And he has various forms of hallucinations, from vivid and real, to shadowy figures that watch him or attempt to reach out and touch him. He has full on and back forth conversations with “Chara” despite them not being real, when asked where Chara is he points directly at his own head—“it’s all in your head” is a common phrase associated with Killer.

He has flashbacks, hears multiple voices in his head in different ways—voices from flashbacks, the internal voices he relies on to make any choices on his own—he dissociates heavily, he experiences black out amnesia with Stage 4 and loses control over his own body. He struggles to tell what is and isn’t real thanks to the constant Resets, he constantly feels like he’s being watched by Chara.

He views himself as just something with Sans’ face. He often is showing having back and forth conversations internally and externally as if he’s watching himself argue with himself, his internal conflict is so severe that he sometimes even verbalizes it—which often comes out in confused, contradictory statements, especially when asked anything about himself. When asked how he’s feeling, he answers like “I’m fi—I don’t know. …I’m okay.”

And that’s just one example of it, the entire first page of the Something New comics shows his fragmented thought processes pretty clearly. He shows a deep awareness that something about him has changed, that he’s not the same as he was, but he doesn’t why and he doesn’t seem to know how to stop it.

He seems to struggle a lot with distressing cognitive dissonance, such as killing because he wants to feel something but knowing it doesn’t actually make him feel anything—seemingly believing he only exists because someone else wanted him to. [“Killer Sans exists because of you.”] Feeling more like a role or script than an actual person living a life.

All of this comes from both trauma, and externally induced dissociation + coercion, manipulation. This is a man who doesn’t know who or what he is anymore.

Both Murder and Killer are characters where their mind has become a deeply unsafe place, but for different reasons. For Murder it’s trauma and mental illness, for Killer it’s because of intense prolonged external control and manipulation—and as a result, he is suffering from trauma and mental illness. Even Killer’s own body has become his enemy.

[xingchens-eyeballs]

NAMGYU DOES NOT HATE THANOS I SWEAR IM NOT DELUSIONAL HEAR ME OUT!!!

long so under cut :3

ok so we know that he was imitating thanos a ton after he died, and some people say he was mocking him, but i dont think that's all. he was def mocking him sometimes, but i think he he was also trying to become him.

before he heads into the maze, he teams up with myunggi because he knows myunggi is strong (cus myunggi killed thanos). namgyu is the type of person who cannot do anything on his own, but he still tries to act like he can. thats why he teamed up with thanos in the first place: he thought thanos was strong, and he admired him for that. but also thanos wasn't great to him and couldn't even remember his name, so he also felt inferior to him (ahem see that one roh jaewon post) and that feeling of inferiority is why he resented thanos along with his admiration.

the very first time he says like thanos is a bastard and whatever is when he's sitting on thanos's bed, holding his cross, and his eyes are all red and he literally sounds like he's about to cry. i think that's pretty clear that he had lots of mixed feelings about thanos and didn't purely hate him.

the second time is to minsu, and I think that's mostly cus he wanted to sort of reassert his perceived superiority, and he wasn't going around all like 'omg im so glad thanos is dead' so...

and honestly i think he was doing it more to get on minsu's nerves than to purely mock thanos, cus thanos looked down on minsu too

then when he's trying to convince myunggi to team up with him he's like visibly nervous. he tries so hard to be nonchalant (at least thats how it looked to me), and he first does a lot of like appealing to myunggi's sense of logic, being like you need me to help you n shit. then when that doesn't work (cus ofc it doesnt he's been fucking with myunggi since day one), he pulls the i hate thanos and im glad u killed him card, because it was clear that thanos was the ringleader, and namgyu probably thought that he'd have a better chance of getting myunggi to agree if he separated himself from thanos a bit. and it's obvious he's going for myunggi's ego in this play too, because he was all like 'u were so awesome when u were stabbing him' n shit, and myunggi probaby didn't really believe him but he took him in anyway. then right before they head into the maze he like hypes himself up, like sighing in relief and then like taking a deep breath n shit, and he also said what thanos wouldve said, like "lets go" or some shit in english. so i think it's pretty clear that this isn't like asserting how much he hates thanos then mocking him, i think he's trying to feel better about himself and the situation by trying to become thanos, because to him thanos is the ideal (which is funny because thanos isn't actually strong or brave or anything either). all the later times where he quotes thanos's song lyrics and copies him i think is also him trying to assert control, and become thanos who he thinks is strong and cool. he was popping those pills like its his job too, so he was also riding a super high, and that def distorted his feelings and perception of a lot as well, so i dont think it can be used as evidence to say namgyu totally hated him

now, do i think it's love? not really. it was probably just obsession. but namgyu listens to thanos's songs (and quotes them!! very happily with his full namussy too!!!), he apparently got him tons of free drinks at the club, he lets thanos walk all over him n shit, so it's also not pure hatred. he wouldn't do all that for someone he truly hated. like, maybe he'd play nice with them and be clingy n shit (which i fear might b just his default mode actually) like with myunggi (he didn't seem to hold that same feeling of inferiority when it came to myunggi, and although there was some level of respect cus he needed him for the game- it wasn't admiration like he had for thanos, he wasn't as nice to myunggi as he was with thanos cus he was still mocking him, sorta..., with the whole "amazing myunggi" shit), and he also knew thanos for much longer, and i think getting this attention (both negative and positive) from someone who's like your idol would result in these kinds of mixed feelings.

but also i kind of hate season three and i dont think i trust that the writers know what they're doing anymore after whatever happened to the plot and the horrific character assassinations (ahem- daeho and the hwang brothers) so im going to ignore allat and pretend it ended in s2!! >O<

(its ok if u think differently pls dont jump me this is just my interpretation other ones r valid too)

[icantsleepsoiwritefanfics]

18 - Jake Shim (ENHYPEN) Pt. 2

❝ Jake Shim's biggest problem has name, surname and is two years older than him. Who said falling in love with his friend's cousin would be that hard? ❞

Pairing: younger!jake x fem!reader, Jake's POV

Genre: romance, fluffy, suggestive, kinda cliche you know, fem!reader has no name

Inspiration: 18 by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Warning: cursing, kinda suggestive, making out, just a little bit of nudity

Word count: 828

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (WAIT FOR IT!!!!) | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

A.N: Hey everyone! Long time no see right? College life is killing me and I don't even have time to do something more than study, read and write academic stuffs but I need to graduate so that's how it works. Hope you like it!

"But I want to get to know her".

I say to Jay after telling what happened between me and her.

"Are you serious you'll wait?" this is his first question. He snorts out loud while staring at the ceiling. Fortunately we are alone at the library.

"That's what I said" he knows I don't believe my own words. "There's nothing I can do I'm still a minor"

"Fake ID?" the way I look at him is the answer but he raises the eyebrow keeping the suggestion.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"You said there's nothing you could do if you're still a minor but what if you aren't?" ok now that boy has a point but fake ID is a little too much right?

"But she knows I'm a minor"

"You can go where she goes" sounds bad.

"Like a stalker?"

"Like a person who's getting interested in another person and wanna find her where she goes" still sounds bad.

"Isn't it stalking?"

"Do you think you are a stalker?" it's getting worse.

"No?"

"So it isn't stalking"

"Can we just stop talking about stalking, please?" I try to end the topic.

The silence between us makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Do you think I am a stalker?" Jay can't hold his laugh back.

"No I was just kidding" he really thinks this is funny as fuck. "If you think fake ID is a bad idea so you make the good one"

"And what would be the good one?"

"Wait for her" I can see his shoulders raise. "But I don't know if she will wait for you too"

"What do you mean?"

When he looks at me that way I swear to God I can hear him saying I shouldn't be so innocent in the back of my mind.

I know I shouldn't but I can't deny I'm getting delusional when it comes to her.

We just talk once and I'm thinking about it more than the Math test we will have this week.

"Fuck I need to go to the bathroom" the way he gets up makes me think he really needs to go there. "I'll be right back"

I snort realizing I'm alone again. 

Damn it! What the fuck am I doing?

She's eighteen, I'm just sixteen. She will go to college soon and I'll be a senior in two years.

There's a rude gap between us and I'm not talking about age. I know what Jay means when he said that I just don't want to confess it to myself.

I'm not the type of guy who would get a fake ID for a girl but she makes me question everything I thought I ever knew.

I thought being younger doesn't mean a thing but what if it does?

"Hey" and here it is: the girI I’ve been thinking about.

She's wearing the same red flannel I saw last saturday around the waist. She looks like an adult standing in front of a little kid who lost his parents in the supermarket and yeah, I'm that kid. Such a dumb kid, by the way.

“You seen a little worried” when she set by my side I can feel her arm brush on my shoulder. “Math test?”

“How do you know?” that’s the first thing that comes to mind.

“One of my friend is studying for the test right now” she stares at me like a judgement “Guess you should be doing the same big boy”

“I’m not a big boy” but I can’t deny it sounds nice when it comes from her lips.

“Well, you’re taller than me, so…”

“So you’re a little girl?”

That the first time I see her smirking and God, I wish I could say the library suddenly gets colder because that would be the perfect excuse for my stupid shiver.

“I may be little but don't forget I'm still older than you”

Can't belive she put a damper on me in the middle of the library.

Well, you weren't that smart, Jake.

She’ll graduate in a few months and forget about it before getting into college.

It’s not like she would like me too, right?

“I know how you're feeling”

Those words freeze my blood faster than I could think anything to say.

“Look, there's a lof of girls who are much better than m…”

“Don't say it” my voice has never been serious. “It's not my fault you’re so…”

And then I realize her eyes where looking at me exciting for the next words I forget how to say.

Her pupils bright like a mirrorball in front of me. I don’t know if I’m feeling dizzy because of these shining colors or because I forget I should be breathing like every human being on Earth.

“I have to go now” that’s what she say before standing in front of me again. “See you around big boy”

And I swear to God I can hear her smiling between her voice.

[brettsearpiercing]

playlist time babey

Hector playlist is here y'all........ my reasons are below the cut. It's numbered, please use the original order of the playlist for it to make sense hehe (it should start with his theme from the game and then go on with stranger than you dreamt it from phantom of the opera)

Hope you enjoy!!!!!!

VERY VERY VERY long post warning!!!!!!!!!

Literally his theme wym

LISTEN he’s so phantom coded y’all don’t UNDERSTANDDD PARTICULARLY THIS POTO SONG, when he gets angry at you if you see him in the attic without him asking you?? this is a bit more unhinged but I got FLASHBACKS

Listen hozier HAD to be here I bet hector blasts that shit while writing his erotica LIKEEE c’mon….

He’s not an elevator but he does go down IYKWIMMMMMM (I’m delusional sorry)

Title is self explainatory ALSO I saw @/hvacfucker write that he listens to grunge and stuff so I IMMEDIATELY thought about this banger. Also angst, man!!!!!!!!!!!! let him be angsty sometimes he deserves ittt :[

HE’S NOT AN INCEL Y’ALL it’s just….. the chorus……………. the comparing himself w/ others……………….. C’MONNN!!!!!!!

Same as before sorry SKHDFASHDFB I think he’d listen to both songs and somewhat relate but overall he’d be like ‘oh that’s a bit too much……’ but still think it’s a banger

SELF EXPLAINATORY. He’s just longing for the HO and thinking they’ll  never see him and even if they did…. ykwim

FIRST LATAM SONG UP IN THIS BITCH listen imma link the song translation to english ( https://www.letras.com/soda-stereo/321387/english.html ) because this man is FRONT AND CENTER of the ‘cannibalism as a way to express desire’ idea

ANOTHER ONE by soda stereo LISTEN cerati was onto SOMETHING. Also linking the translation ( https://www.letras.com/soda-stereo/37253/english.html ) yearning and eagerness to please ensues

ANOTHER ONE cerati won’t let me go…… anyway.  ( https://www.letras.com/soda-stereo/453853/english.html ) "BABY I’LL NEVER BE A SUPER-MAN" enough said.

Uuuuuuuuh yearning. A song about craving intimacy, emotional and physical. Also it’s really sweet, which just fits (this is me apologizing for the Descendents songs)

‘La gata bajo la lluvia’ I feel is an unskippable cutscene in every latine-with-an-unrequited-crush playlist,  so here it is.

YEARNING!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m not saying he’s a mitski fan, I’m just saying this song slaps and that he’d like this one in particular. I’m also not saying he’s NOT a mitski fan, because he would certainly relate, I just don’t know if he’d gravitate towards all her music

Yes I made him a the smiths listener SORRY DUDE IT WAS INESCAPABLE

The chorus. It’s on the nose, but I still think he’d cry a lil.

MORE HOZIER BABEYYYYYY yea this one was ALSO inescapable

This is, as we all should know, an artic monkeys song. I got the hozier version here tho because while he does strike me like an AM listener, i think this version is a bit more like him  idk it’s just my bias

He just fantasizes a lot, man

HE WANTS TO PLEASE DUDE HE’S A PLEASERRRRRRRRRR self explainatory.

I think he’d laugh at this one ngl ( https://www.letras.com/hombres-g/18338/english.html ) [CW use of a gay slur on this one.… it was the 80s, not much I can do.]

WE GOT SELENA UP IN THIS BIIIH this is definitely a guilty pleasure song for him. He’s getting down to selena LIKE ANY SELF RESPECTING PERSON C’MON NOW. Not including the translation because it’s not because of the lyrics but y’all can look it up :]

Uuuh nathy peluso did a cover of this one (and it SLAPS) but I feel he’d like this one more idk THE LYRICS ARE SO HIM ( https://www.letras.com/sesto-camilo/320465/english.html )

Another ‘I’m so in love wtf happened’ song ( https://www.letras.com/el-gran-combo/607257/english.html ) (the chorus is translated better as ‘you’ve performed witchcraft on me’, not ‘you made me witchcraft’…….  sorry I’m a teacher I have to nitpick these things)

Unskippable yearning song, sorry. Also THE SCENE FROM BOOK OF LIFE. It has nothing to do w/ hector but that film is very very cute look it up.

I didn’t know whether to add this one in because it sounds like he just wants to fuck but I still think this is lowkey how he perceives himself: thirsty and pathetic and taken by thoughts that he’s a bit ashamed of.

Sorry y’all I don’t think he’d beat us ASJBHDLAYISHDBHK I mean he’d TRY but I think he’d struggle a bit with it AT LEAST. Don’t get me wrong I do think he’s a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 but he’s a service switch through and through

I got the kurt cobain cover because I feel fits him better.  It sounds kind of home made too. Idk.

He’s so lonely y’all.

Haha, get it?

A classic.  I think he’d like the instrumental more than the lyrics but he still knows them by heart.

Haha, get it?

Tiktok song *the crowd boo’s me off the stage* it’s GROOVY and CUTE sorry

FIRST GORILLAZ SONG idk I just think he’d vibe with it.

Same w/this one, I just think it’s a vibe.

CHARGERRRRRRRRRR horny song go brrr

SELF EXPLAINATORY LIKE C’MON

Horny song go BRRRHJEVHVREWKJ

Ok I might add more sweet trip songs to the playlist (robotic sounds go CLANK CLANK CLANK) but yeah

Song about following orders and being loyal and taking care and being devoted OF COURSE I’m putting it here

Again. Gorillaz are here for the vibes mostly

On the nose BUT IT’S CUTE ok leave me be

I don’t think he’d lock the HO in the house and have them kill him, but I feel he would get jealous. I don’t think he’d make a big deal about it tho because ‘you’d be right to leave with someone else I mean look at me’ etc etc but he would get sad/scared. ( https://www.letras.com/rosalia/pienso-en-tu-mira/english.html )

Molotov my beloved I think this is just a silly thirsty song. He’d laugh I think. (could not find a full english translation for this one but it has an english verse so make the meaning out from that)

He feels as if you’ll leave him for someone better looking/whatever dude he’s in his feels

This one’s obvious I feel *I’m gnawing the bars of my enclosure*

HE IS A GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He’s also a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

HE A FREAKKK idk this is a very horny song !!!!! ( https://www.letras.com/six-sex/tocame-part-dillom/english.html )

This is such a hector song through and through imo ( https://www.letras.com/dillom/cirugia/english.html )

Idk dude I think dirty dancing is a movie he might like.

HAD TO GET PARAMORE IN HERE SORRY

Self explanatory………….

OK I LOVE THIS at first I was like yeah he’s a pleaser this song fits BUT ALSOOOO the HO trying to get him to let himself be pampered LISTENNNNNN ( https://www.letras.com/miranda/743/english.html )

MORE CERATIIII I cannot be stopped sorry. ( https://www.letras.com/gustavo-cerati/400930/english.html ) “the end of loving is feeling more alive” C’MONNNNNNN

I just feel this is a BANGER dude. I’m projecting because I LOVE this song but it SLAPS.

“you’re a creep and she’s a belle” 'nuff said

This is just cute

This song is what I think a first kiss sounds like. Seemed fitting

 ANOTHER BANGER just for shits and giggles

SEX!!!!!!!!!!! ( https://www.letras.com/pescado-rabioso/1350324/english.html ) “hey tell me, baby. Where do you see something in me you don’t detest?” C’MONNN

Doja cat jumpscare but PLEASE SHOW HIM OFFF PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

LISTEN. An animatic where the other attic people try to cheer him up about the HO and try to get him to show his face. SOMEBODY help me. People who can actually do animatics I WILL GIVE YOU MY SOUL

He DOES like you a lot!!!!! ( https://www.letras.com/viejas-locas/217359/english.html ) “I’d like to shower you, dry you off and wash you again” is more johnny splash coded feel free to claim this, johnny splash nation

I just feel he’d like this one lmao

JUN TOGAWA IS A BIT TOO MUCH but he CAN come off as kind of creepy and even if this song is a bit violent by nature I think it still captures that well

The DRAMA in this song���…. I feel he’d like it

(nice) “if you can’t sleep at all, and my memory is not enough come find me” LIKEEE

LISTEN TO THIS TELL ME IT’S NOT HECTOR CODED you’re lying

More soda stereo. This time: VOYEURISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Soda-Stereo/Persiana-americana/translation/english )

It’s just a slow romantic sexy yearning song….. “if you want me to, I’ll share my heart”

LISTEN. HE’S YEARNING AND LONGING AFTER THE HO ALL DAY YOU THINK HE DOESN’T HAVE DREAMS ?????????

WAITING FOR YOUR AFFECTION, WAITING FOR YOUUUUUUU so true

I WILL BY MITSKI taking care of your partner ALSO I think I read somewhere PLEASE TELL ME IF I’M WRONG LMAO that she wrote this thinking about what she’d like for someone to tell her and I think that fits BUT I’M NOT SURE THAT’S TRUE

Square because I WOULD HAVE OFFERED YOU ALL THAT YOU YEARNED FOR BUT I WAS STILL WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO EARN

HE WANTS TO DO THINGS TO THE HO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“ I tried to be a charmer, got a bit hopeless instead” is kinda him but,  again, GORILLAZ IS HERE FOR THE VIBES

Stalker’s tango was mandatory

I FEEL LIKE meant to be yours would be like a romantic bad end. Still, a reaaaally hyperbolic vision of his adoration but idk

ARMS TONITE listen this man aims to please but the first time he puts his Thang ANYWHERE near the HO he’s coming in three thrust sand he WILL feel bad about it I’M SORRY

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh………………………….. whoreknee

 TOM LEHRER THE MAN THAT YOU ARE this one was also mandatory sorry y’all

Another I suck and you’re divine song because you can never have too many ig

i think it’s a cute funny song about yearning and we gotta have that lighter side to all this

[arttixxiar25]

Okay so.

Karma spoilers if you haven't watched it yet-

Here's stuff I wanna talk about.

1- In the scene where we see younger Luka crying and then transitioning or whatever into the present Luka where Mizi hits him is like Round 5 all over again. [I do NOT have images I'm writing on my mom's lap top help me]

Then we have Mizi, saying that neither she nor Luka deserves to be saved. Remember what Hyuna said? "Luka, Live With Love," dawg the entire opposite is happening-

2- Luka agrees to what Mizi says- he doesn't make an attempt to run away or anything. He regrets what happened to Hyun Woo (maybe idk I suck at theories) and now that he lost Hyuna as well I think he technically thinks he has no will to continue living.

3- Isaac was crying. Now that just tells me that Hyuna probably planned on dying. Dying while protecting Luka- but also as revenge. Because Luka has always been obsessed with her. He wants to receive her love. And then destroying it in the process. Because Hyun Woo was someone Hyuna loved dearly. And Luka technically killed him.

Now listen here, don't jump on me- but in Weige, we see Hyun Woo attacking first. Resulting in a nasty fight and ending Hyun Woo's life.

I know that Luka tried to SA Hyuna. Doing it without her consent, and at a young age, seems a valid reason for Hyun Woo to attack Luka.

4-Mizi and Sua fought before going on stage. Which I think the argument was about Sua ending her life for Mizi's survival.

5- In the scene where younger Mizi was crying, random kids- probably from Anakt Garden- came to comfort her. Then we can see those hearts. IDK what to say about that really. But the voices inside my head are speaking in like 14 different languages.

["They are all connected by love!!!" says the Delusional Voice.

"WRONG! It's just another way to say love can come in different forms!" says the Stubborn Voice.

All voices stared at the Stubborn Voice.

"What..?" The Stubborn Voice asked.

"Wrong scene to explain it," The Smart Voice said quietly.]

6- I don't know if my eyes are playing tricks on me but on 1:45 I think that's Till and Ivan.

7- Now here- we see Ivan FORCING his love on Till and Till pushing back. Then we see Luka, I may be wrong but I feel like Luka didn't want to hurt Hyun Woo in the first place. But basically what I'm trying to say is, Luka broke Hyuna's heart while trying to get her love.

Then Mizi and Sua. hmm.

I suck at explaining stuff like this someone explain-

8- Those nails and the hands- probably holding a heart- "From Iron To Red Drench" is what is sung in 'Heart'-Sua Pt 1. The two parts relate-

9- Sua with wings appear- I couldn't find a english version of the comics sooo...

10- Also I feel like Hyuna was moving. like one scene her head was completely on her side, then it rises up, then its completely facing upwards- SHE'S ALIVE!!! IT'LL TAKE MORE THAN TWO BULLETS TO STOP HER!!!!

11- Mizi tried to commit suicide- and Sua had long hair oh my god- Im going crazy.

12- do i even have to explain uhh 3:10. They argued again. And idk.

13- uydgd the kids- okay okay- we see Hyuna and Hyun Woo together. They both seem pretty happy. Why? Well. Was there a Luka there? I may be blind but was there? No. they would have been fine without Luka.

And Till and Ivan. Okay that just completes my theory that Till fell in love first maybe- When they were falling, Till grabbed Ivan's hand first. That has to be the cutest thing ever-

Then Mizi and Sua. They kissed I'm going ballistic- It was completely different from IvanTill's kiss. cough cough. maybe idk its 3am I need to write this before I forget-

14- when Mizi was talking to Hyuna we can see a poster with Luka's name behind a frantic Hyuna. i find it funny that they both have a poster of one another and yet- Luka looks at it while Hyuna doesn't.

And then Mizi said that she's dying for a meaningless purpose.

15- The Alternative Universe- was it all a lie??? Was it all just an illusion?? oh my god I think i'm dying.

16- I think Luka and Hyuna burned to ashes. But I also think that they ran away. I mean what no way- Luka can't carry Hyuna while running that's just unreal-

17- SEE WE WEREN'T DELUSIONAL!!! TILL IS ALIVE. WE WERE RIGHT!!! HAHHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHHHHA-

When Mizi knew that Till was alive, she told Isaac to save him. And he did!!!!

18- okay I think I should sleep. but I'll just shortly write some points.

Mizi did try to stop Sua

The video happened 7 years ago- There's a sign that says 'In Memorial of the ALNST Tragedy"

Those fuckass Aliens mixed the main cast's DNA together- i think there was one with Ivans hair and Till's eyes- but other than that the rest were just- wait the Hyuna's skin and Luka's hair one too PLUS Sua's eyes- Then Mizi'z hair with Ivan's eyes. Till's Hair mixed with Sua's and Sua's eyes. Then one with Sua's hair and Luka's eyes. that's concerning-

They called Mizi a Witch who was always searching for love.

There's a poster that says Luka's Back- Dawg that is NOT Luka-

There's a museum-

motorcycle Till omg

HE STILL DRAWS OMG-

In the museum we see they have displayed stuff from round one with the Final round playing in the background.

In the other room we see Round 1 playing in my background.

Till lived- and he has scars omg- he cut his hair- he looks like his mom- KNJIJSHU. He's missing bits of his ear btw. MY SHAYLAA

[singsweetmelodies]

Well you HAVE to be delusional to be a lestappie, I mean you have to be delusional to even like max lol but yeah, to be a lestappie you have to be delusional bc they literally spend no time together willingly, max is just delusional and Charles is polite

so true anon 🙏

[triptychofvoids]

are u a medic fictionkin? /gq sorry im just really confused

there are some questions that science just cant answer-

[maryasmorevna]

why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

[tame-a-messenger]

My thoughts,

I feel like the biggest disconnect with all the discourse going around is that, (mainly twitter) users automatically assume that combining two peoples names is 'shipping' when that's really not why.

!EXPLANATION!

If you were looking for content surrounding 2 certain people but only tagged their names separately you would be getting EVERY single post. Posts that could have other people in it, and not be the two you were looking for (if I were to look for posts about Ian and Anthony, I would trust the Ianthony tag more than just looking through their regular tags, because people tag them in a lot of other Smosh related content)(same thing for Damien and Shayne, if I was looking for them as a duo I would look through the Shaymien tag)(it simply sorts posts better)

They don't seem to grasp the fact that tagging 'Damangela' is because that's how the tagging culture works over here, and not because we're 'shipping' them.

I thought it was common practice, everyone understands in the fandom world that when you combine people's names it's at it's CORE, a 'Duo Name' before ANYTHING ELSE.

I'm just going to automatically assume that most people getting their feathers all ruffled, just haven't been in fandoms spaces as much, AND THAT'S OKAY!!!

But please, if you take anything away from this, most people doing a lot of shipping is young people, so keep that in mind.

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[dreamcatcher-roulette]

I still haven't recovered from Sydney actually oh my god. I went a little um. Crazy. On the snapshots. And I started trying to figure out which pose to do with who and if I should do something special with yooh because she's my ult bias but ultimately I was like well but I love them all. Hearts for everyone. So the first six were in Melbourne and genuinely every single one of them was magical and I don't regret a single bit of that money because I'm first of all so happy I got to thank all of them in person but also I'm going to treasure those pics forever but then Sydney was like. The Big one. You know. AND SHE PRANKED ME.

[I removed the image because I got Scared people who know me could see the image and realise it's me even with the blur lol. She's giving me bunny ears]

So now I have six hearts and yooh doing this which is better than I could have ever imagined 😭 the spike in my heartrate halfway back to the SVIP hitouch line when I opened my photos and realised....

[david-watts]

I love adding my leftover paint into my sketchbook it's so much fun and it adds texture which I find I like considering how differently I feel like I have been approaching art recently. and also it helps if I want to add markers to something because it hides the bleed-through, although I don't use my markers as much because of the aforementioned change in approach. however the problem is if I'm just going to glob paint down I need to do so when I don't intend on using the sketchbook because I just shot myself in the foot and I have to wait for it to dry

[bataddictedloony]

Define a woman!

I’m gonna rant this here cus this argument keeps returning on the clock app and one day, I’m gonna be stupid and leave a comment in the wrong thread or smthn so I’m just gonna get it out of my system:

“How do you define a ‘woman’?”

Answer for idiots: you can’t.

You cannot possibly make a definition for the term ‘woman’ without excluding someone from the group when they clearly ARE part of the group (even if you’re a piece of shit transphobe and don’t want to include trans women). A woman is someone who has the potential to give birth? You just excluded every child before puberty, every infertile woman and every woman on menopause, next. A woman is someone who has a uterus? You just excluded a bunch of intersex women and all women who had a hysterectomy, next. A woman has a period? Excluded the millions of women who never get their period for various reasons AND all the women who take continuous birth control AND women who are pregnant AND again, little girls and women on menopause. A woman has to have XY chromosomes? Are you gonna check that for every feminine-looking person you’re gonna meet? How? Do you not think women with down syndrome are women?

Decades of feminism working so hard to make sure women are more than their genitals and potential to give birth, all flushed down the drain because you refuse to believe trans women are more than men in wigs? You’re weak as shit.

So answer for people who actually want to use their brain:

Woman is defined through experiences. Which experiences? Entirely up to whoever defines themselves as a woman.

The ‘female experience’ is so broad. You cannot possibly define it in one sentence and stick it on everyone who calls the word ‘woman’ their own.

You feel feminine and empowered by doing your nails? Congrats, that’s the female experience and makes you, therefore, a woman.

You feel feminine and empowered by wearing plaid and splitting wood in two with a giant axe? Congrats! Female Experience. Woman.

You feel feminine in a dress? Woman. You feel feminine in a tux and suit? Woman.

You feel empowered as a mother and love being pregnant? Woman! You despise the idea of being pregnant but find empowerment in your career? Woman! You feel like your period makes you more in tune with your femininity? Woman. You feel like your period makes you less than human and getting a hysterectomy makes you feel more comfortable in your body? Woman.

you love long hair? Woman. You love short hair? Woman.

You love loving men? Woman. You love loving women? Woman. You love both? Woman. You love everyone? Woman. You don’t feel like love is your thing? Woman!

Sitting at home with a good movie and a bottle of wine? That’s a woman. Getting bloody in a game of soccer? That’s very woman! Taking a walk with your dog? How very woman! Going to the gym? Such woman! Eating out with friends? Friend woman. Shooting a gun in the yard from the patio you built yourself? All woman!

Whatever the fuck makes you feel in sync with your femininity is your female experience, and if you have female experience and you like it, you are a W O M A N ✨

Same goes for men and the male experience btw! Since the question “what defines a man” is never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER asked for SOME 👀 reason. (We all know the reason….) Also same goes for my fellow enbies and the non-binary experience. If painting your nails bring you closer to your enbie side, you’re non-binary.

Gender is such a deeply personal experience, it’s just dumb to define it for someone else, let alone the entire human species. It’s like asking to define a chair, like, you KNOW what it is but you can’t possibly define it without excluding some chairs (“has at least 4 legs”, that’s a horse also swivel chairs exist).

Sidenote: If some idiot tiktokker shoves a microphone and a camera in your face and goes “WHAT IS A WOMAN” or “HOW MANY GENDERS ARE THERE” just go along with whatever dumbass scenarios they come up with. “How many genders are there?” “My dude, as many as you want!” “Oh so like 40??” “Yep!” “Can I identify as a helicopter lol?” “Sure, who cares, do it!” “Should I demand everyone at my job calls me a helicopter” “You can go to your local townhouse, request to change your name to ‘helicopter’ and they’ll most likely let you. You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want as long as it’s not hurting others.” “You don’t think it would be dumb of me to do that?” “Why would I care, I don’t know you?”