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youaremycosmo · 6 months

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《Just more love to you》 taemin x reader scenario

As always, hope you'll like this scenario and short-tempered Taeminnie xD I'm thankful for every like&repost, hugs to all of you ❤️ Word count// 4,019 words

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin is your 25-year-old fiancé, who has been working as a dancer and choreographer since he graduated from high school. Despite your breakup and 3-year break, you came back together realizing that you couldn't live without each other, and you are trying to get used to the differences that arose while you were away. You're going to a house party to his friend you haven't met before. Henry turns out to be a truly charming and easy-going idol, catching everyone's attention. On the way home, when you're a little drunk, Taemin can't stand it and lets out all his jealousy. This is met with a rather unexpected reaction from you, while your whole life you have been setting Taem up with his ridiculous possessiveness.

Inspired by Life Bar's Taemin & Henry episode.

Genre// fluff, angst (???)

Warnings// possessive behavior, feeling guilty over things you normally shouldn't?, drunken state, swearing

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- Why are you looking at me like that? - you asked Taemin with a giggle, sitting on the dresser to put on your shoes.

You and Tae were leaving for a small house party to his friend Henry. You didn't know him at all, except that you knew he was an idol.

- Nothing, just... - his gaze moved over your entire body, from your exposed shoulders with only the thin straps of your dress, through the black brocade material that tightly wrapped your figure, to the end of it halfway down your thigh. Instead of breasts, it showed off your legs and overall proportions very nicely. - I wonder how long you've been wearing dresses like that - he added, clearly shy, glancing at the keys in his hand. - Since I'm older, Tae - you replied, amused by his words, zipping up your high-heeled boots and standing up. - I'm not fifteen anymore, I guess I can wear something other than a sweatshirt? - you smirked, reaching for your coat.

Taemin quickly took it over from you though, helping you get dressed, which allowed you to keep looking at him in the mirror. Compared to you, he had chosen more casual clothes, just a cream sweater and black tight pants. You didn't think he looked less graceful than you, because it really emphasized his broader shoulders and the V-neck showed off a bit of his muscular chest when he leaned over.

- You don't like it? - you asked as Taem fixed your hair, hidden under black coat. - I like it - he admitted affectionately, cuddling up to you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, gazing in the mirror. - You look really gorgeous. Where did I get such a beautiful fiancée? - he purred, nuzzling into your neck and kissing it here. - Where did I get such a beautiful fiancé? - you replied equally tenderly, turning your head and placing a sweet kiss on his lips. - We should go now, right? - you checked the time and took your bag as Taemin nodded, relaxing his hands.

It was about an hour from Seoul to Henry's apartment, which you easily filled with conversations and singing your favorite songs. One of the things you loved doing together was going for drives, when you always held hands and Taem would show off his vocal skills. However, you were very eager to take over all the rap parts.

When you arrived and entered the apartment, Henry looked like he was a really good friend of Taemin's, greeting him so warmly. Well, it seemed that the period in which your fiancé started meeting famous people passed without your presence and you were left with an accomplished fact. This made you a bit embarrassed because, to you, these were still people you only saw on TV and the internet. And it reminded you that Taemin was no longer your unknown boyfriend, but a person that many celebrities in the industry already knew due to his polished skills. Taem himself didn't boast about who exactly he worked with, telling stories mostly about technical things, so you slowly got to know his new friends.

You just stood in the corridor, biting your lip and looking around curiously when Henry asked how he was doing. You were even more shy when the first thing Taemin said was "I'm engaged" as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

- Tae - you groaned softly, elbowing his ribs. Ten seconds and you already wanted to vanish into thin air, examining the upscale decor and the boy in front of you who looked like he was on the cover of a magazine. Correction, he actually was on magazine covers. - Oh, this is Taemin's famous fiancée - Henry gave you a charming smile, pulling out his hand to you. - Nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you… I’m Henry - he introduced himself. - It’s so nice to meet you too, I’m y/n - you squeezed his hand. - Please don't talk like that, I feel so shy - you whined with your cheeks slightly flushed, taking off your coat.

- But I'm just telling the truth, Taemin has become a man who just got engaged, he says that to everyone - he said in amusement, leading you to the living room.

You glanced at your fiancé. Taem didn't even deny it, just rearranging his glamorous burgundy hair at a run and smiling widely.

When you greeted everyone and took a comfortable seat at the large table filled with food, you were already impressed by Henry's behavior. You weren't surprised at all why he became an idol and why he must have been popular, he had a typical bubbly personality. He was simply everywhere and seemed to find common ground with everyone compared to you and Taemin. You both were a bit more withdrawn and introverted, needing time to be comfortable with newfound people.

The first thing Henry did when everyone was finally gathered and he sat down at the table was opening a beer. However, he couldn't do it normally, coming up with a different way for every person, to which you and Taemin reacted by looking at each other and giggling quietly, wrinkling your noses. When it was your turn, you bit your lip lightly in anticipation and little stress from so many pairs of eyes on you.

- For this beautiful lady... - Henry smiled broadly, leaning the bottle cap on the table and swiped his hand at it.

- No, no, you'll hurt yourself - you squealed worriedly, tensing up and grabbing Taemin's wrist out of nerves.

- Don't be nervous, oppa can do it - he assured with a flirty smile, immediately opening it for you, which was met with loud cheers from everyone. You bursted out laughing and took the bottle, thanking him. Saying he charmed the pants off you was an understatement.

The next hour or so was mostly spent around him. Henry told funny stories about his life, bringing the house down. You were so engrossed in them that you didn't even pay attention to the amount of alcohol you were drinking, hugging Tae's shoulder more and more whenever you heard something hilarious. Henry was talking about how he was accepted into the company and practiced his skills, suddenly mentioning Taemin.

- Taemin is the best dancer I know - he replied cheekily when someone said that he danced well. - I think so too, but I look at him and... - he shook his head in a funny manner, and Tae giggled charmingly, waving his hand. It was the first time in a few minutes that you paid attention back to your fiancé, who was now telling a story about how he got lost in the new company building and Henry was the first person he asked for directions, and later it turned out that he was supposed to practice with him.

You rested your cheek on your hand, staring intently at Taem as he spoke. He was so adorable, trying not to burst out laughing while telling all this. He definitely wasn't as easy-going as Henry, but he was so damn handsome and endearing in profile, especially when he blinked his eyes so cutely. And Tae was definitely confident too, he just had a more mysterious and dignified aura around him. That's why you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek as everyone focused on the host again. Still, you kept all those thoughts to yourself, frowning in surprise when the chair from the table across from you was pulled out all of sudden and Henry brought over a handheld burner along with a few other things. His clothes were now covered by a kitchen apron, which was unusual.

You had already been drinking beer and soju a while ago, but you didn't care, knowing that Tae would drive and stay sober to take charge of you. So you poured yourself another glass, devouring it right away.

- Woah, that's really daebak - you commented, being in awe when he started flipping the pan in the air. You shifted slightly in your seat to get a better look at how he did it so effortlessly, explaining that he took a cooking class for 4 months to record some scenes for the show. You didn't even notice your hand tightening on Taem's sweater as Henry started cutting up all the ingredients. He was able to prepare peppers so quickly that some people began to simply take videos of him. Then he crushed and chopped garlic as if he had been born doing it, and finally poured everything into the pan.

- My dear ladies - he gazed at all the women in turn. - Don't worry, Chef Henry has everything under control - he chirped before setting the contents of the pan on fire, stirring everything in the air. Your lips parted without realizing it, like all the other girls at the table watching it. Henry was just really talented plus he had the personality to dress it up in a way that left people completely fascinated by him. You smiled as he placed the finished dish on a plate, and all of you leaned over with chopsticks to try it.

Before you could do anything, Taemin's hand with chopsticks grabbed one of the pieces of meat. He blew them for a moment and brought it to your lips. You ate it without thinking much, busy taking a piece of pepper. - It's really good - you and the others complimented, eyes still glued to the plate. Your coordination was definitely not the best anymore, and you were far too amused.

You didn't even know when, it was three in the morning and it was about time to finally say goodbye. Henry made sure that everyone who was staying had a place to sleep, and besides, most of them were in a similar condition as you, so after a short goodbye to him, you left with your other friends who were going home.

- Woah, it went by so quickly - you heaved a sigh, putting on your seat belt in the car with some difficulty. You were definitely a little tipsy and not focused anymore on what you were saying and doing, which is why Taem had to assist you the whole way, and most importantly, walk slowly because you were feeling dizzy. - Actually, we were all eyes as he went on and on the whole evening, Tae, I don't think I've ever met such a person! - you said, impressed, but then frowned slightly when Taemin started driving the car. You just needed a moment to get used to the feeling. - And his apartment... oh gosh, I've never been in such an apartment in my life, I wonder how much he earns per month - you slightly adjusted your short dress. - I was worried that I wouldn't be able to be comfortable, but he has such a personality that I immediately stopped worrying. He broke the ice so quickly, it's like I've known him for a long time, I don't know how - you laughed cordially, satisfied with how the evening passed.

Taemin remained silent the entire time and let you speak whatever came to your tongue. He stayed focused on the road and in the end, the silence caught your attention.

- Are you tired, Taeminnie? - you asked caringly, stroking his shoulder. - Next time we'll stay at his place so you can have a drink too - you said quietly in a warm voice. - Or we'll switch, you're cute when you're drunk... - you giggled to yourself. - On the other hand, they probably won't fall asleep until the morning, because Henry will still be...

- Ah, that's enough - Tae interrupted you, clearly irritated. - I saw the way you all looked at him. And you had your mouth gaped open all the time, tugging on my arm every time he showed a trick - he called this out so suddenly. You glanced at his profile, because this words were starting to tug at your heartstrings. - Well, it was my fiancé's arm, however you put it - you muttered, looking away towards the window. - You're right, it was about Henry and Henry all the evening, he was hitting on each of the girls equally - he continued, unfazed by your answer. His voice sounded painfully disappointed. You placed your knees on the dashboard, sliding deeper into the seat. - Take off those legs, you'll break them if there's an accident - he pointed out to you, but it wasn’t so kind and caring as usual. - Then drive so as not to have an accident - you replied, being already so cut up. Normally, you would have calmed down the situation somehow, or on the contrary - argued with Taemin, but you were a little tipsy. And it turned your emotions upside down.

That's why you were now sitting with your face covered with your hair completely. You silently dissolved into tears, feeling guilty over every single reaction to Henry. You were so sorry due to his accusations. Henry was just being nice, maybe a little too flirty, but you would never do anything inappropriate.

You shouldn't go there at all. Then the evening would be nicer, and Taemin wouldn't be annoyed by you being an ungrateful fiancée, who googled another man so shamelessly. You couldn't control yourself more and finally sniffed hard, unable to keep your shallow breathing and swallowed tears in silence. In a second, Taemin reached for the strands of your hair, catching a glimpse of your already tear-stained face.

- I thought you fell asleep, why are you crying? - he asked, clearly surprised. - Because you're angry with me - you sobbed, covering your lips with your hand and just completely losing it. You moved closer to the door, cringing as much as you could.

You heard the turn signal, and soon the car was in the emergency lane. - Baby, I... I'm not angry with you, come on - his voice wasn't as sharp and irritated anymore, going back to what you were used to. But he was just trying to unscramble the egg. - Love, look at me - Tae unbuckled his belt and reached for your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You just shooked your head. - I... I'm sorry... I… - you sobbed, choking on your tears.

The next thing you heard was the door opening on his side. It seemed like he didn't want to be near you anymore at this point, which saddened you even more. And you sat there for a few seconds alone, bawling your eyes out. Suddenly, the handle on your side was pulled, letting some water in, because it was raining really hard. Taemin sat on the doormat with his legs still outside, closing the door as tight as possible to keep you from getting wet. His hair and clothes were already soaked, but he didn't seem to care much about that. He unbuckled your belt and pulled you into his embrace.

- Shhh... baby… - Taem muttered, running his hands along your spine. - Don't cry, please... you know my heart bleeds when you cry - he said softly, kissing the side of your head. - I said too much, definitely too much... I shouldn't have jumped on you like that about such a silly thing… - Y-you didn't say t-too much, you said w-what you thought.. - you cried, snuggling into his loving arms. - I shouldn't have gone there at all… - I was the one who suggested we go there. I know him well and... - he sighed quietly, blowing air lightly over your earlobe. - I don't know, normally I didn't mind, but I felt weird when he picked on you... Even if you were so close to me - he whispered directly into your ear. - It's not your fault, it's me... I want to have you only for myself. I don't want anyone to take you away from me. I don’t want to... - his voice was confident and dominant as usual, but suddenly it cracked slightly. - I just can't cope without you - he finally admitted, sounding so uneasy.

You pulled away slightly, reaching up to cup his cheeks. - You know that I love you more than anything in the world, my cutie patootie - you kissed his forehead dotingly. - You're my charming fiancé and... and… You're like the cherry in the whipped cream on a huge ten-tier chocolate cake with caramel and... and... what was it? - you sniffed sharply, trying to remember what you wanted to say. - Nevermind, anyway…- his hand rubbing your cheeks carefully distracted you a bit. - I love you - you said, maybe a little too sweetly yet aggressively. - There's no other man I look at like that, and even if he seemed nice showing off like that, people like that are tiring - you groaned. - I'm tired after a few hours, but I can spend the whole day with you and not be tired at all… I... I love you more than anyone else and we can get married even now - you assured him, and Tae started wiping your nose with tissue.

- I know that, I'm sorry, sweetheart - he replied, looking into your eyes. - Just some part of me… - he frowned as he couldn’t find accurate words. - It's hard for me not to think like that when... - But you're the only man in my life and you're the most handsome, really - you said with full conviction, interrupting him. - And you're the most talented, you dance a thousand times better than him and... and... - you glanced around the car for next compliments. - And you’re so amazing when you play the piano… and your voice is more lovely, too - you got closer again and smooched him tenderly on the lips. - And no one fucks me like you do and… cum in me… and… - you sniffled hard, trying to breathe properly while this no ending stream of affection flooded out of you. - And you’re my sunshine when you laugh... and in general, personally, I think you have the most beautiful smile in the world... and you are always my hero when it is something scary, because i got scared so easily, but you not...

Taemin's eyes were now buttery and filled with love. He was very careful not to laugh at this drunken declaration of love, perhaps a little too vulgar, but definitely sincere. It wasn't often that you were this effusive with your feelings, and Tae treasured these moments especially dearly, trying to mentally commit every silly compliment about himself to his mind.

- My cooking isn’t like his, though… - he asked, tilting his head curiously. - Cooking... oh, you cook the best too! - you chirped with enthusiasm, even though Taem, compared to Henry, could only make a few dishes and had to be extremely careful not to burn it.

Taemin pursed his lips into a thin line, blinking a few times. He knew well that he wasn't particularly good at it and he could learn a lot from Henry. - But I'm not very good at cooking and you know it - he replied as he was trying to tease you.

- But your cooking tastes better for me! - your reply was so fast and confident with your hands on his shoulders. - Oh... and you're definitely better built, your muscles are really... - you ran your hands over his biceps, letting out a loud sigh. - I think… I'm getting a little horny - you admitted with a flirty smile, and Taemin allowed himself to chuckle a little. - How could I be mad at such an adorable baby like you? - he purred, taking your hands in his and kissing them fondly. - You’re cute as a button, I swear…Give your fiancé a kiss - he asked sweetly, and you reached up to cup his cheeks again. You pecked his full, kissable lips a few more times, making sure each one was met with a satisfying ‘mwah’. - Show you something? - you proposed with a mischievous smile, pulling away slightly. - What do you want to show me? - Taem’s eyes gleamed.

You slipped your hands out of the sleeves of your winter jacket. You remained in just a rather skimpy dress. At this point, you were thankful that you had decided not to wear a bra underneath, making it very easy to do what you wanted in this tipsy condition. You quickly removed the thin straps from your shoulders and slid the fabric down, shamelessly showing him your breasts in all their glory.

- Ah, what are you doing? - Taemin cracked up and quickly covered your chest again while glancing sideways. - Apparently, just some men can bear women's tears, but even fewer the sight of hand warmers - you explained, extremely pleased with yourself.

- Hand warmers? - he asked with amusement, tilting his head to the side.

- Pabo - you rolled your eyes, taking his hands and placing them on your breasts, sliding the fabric down again. - Your hands are cold, indeed... But don't worry, my twins will keep you warm...

Taemin looked down for a moment, clearing his throat loudly, but in reality he was stifling his uncontrollable laughter.

- You really are one of a kind, jagiya - he giggled heartily. - But let’s just let the heating work and you'll stay nicely wrapped in your jacket - he decided, starting to help you get dressed. - Oh… I thought we… - you pouted, letting him do whatever he wanted anyway. - What were you thinking?- Taem asked, slipping your hands delicately into sleeves.

- Well... that, you know, well... - you sighed quietly, frowning a little. - That you will stick your big, hard dick inside me, all the way to your balls... - Hola, hola, take it easy, cowgirl - he let a belly laugh, zipping up your jacket. - You know we don't have sex when we're drunk…- he admonished you, pointing his finger. - But I just drank two beers, i’m not drunk - you groaned, leaning forward and lightly biting his finger with mischief.

- Not two, but four. You can’t even remember, and am i supposed to believe you? - he smiled warmly and stroked your head. - Is it alright now? - Tae asked fondly with slight worry in his eyes.

You nodded a little too enthusiastic, reassuring him that everything was fine. - Or maybe you'd just like me to suck you off? - you straightened up just thinking about it. - I can do it on our way home, so... - Baby, please - he chuckled, putting the belt back on you. - Tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow I'll let you do everything… - he assured and stood up, placing a kiss on your forehead before returning to his seat through the rain. Taem immediately turned on the heater, but before he returned the car to the road, he stared at you once more. - I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't act like this to you - he said quietly, putting his elbow on the armrest and caressing your cheek gently. You moved closer, hugging his arm. - It’s okay, jealous hottie - you assured, nuzzling your cheek into his slightly wet sweater and closing your eyes. You only felt him lovingly ruffle your hair and starting the car.

After a while you fell asleep, wrapped in the sound of rain tapping on the windows and Tae's delicate voice, who was singing softly songs from the playlist under his breath.

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gakehc · 6 months

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My Sweet Enkeli: Chapter 2

"Enkeli": finnish word for "angel".

When Noah Sebastian met Nori Nurmi for the first time, he knew he wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful like an angel and dangerous like the devil.

♡ Author's note: things are going to get more spicy! Also, we will know more about Nori's feelings towards Noah. Please let me know your opinions, I would love to know your thoughts 🖤 and if you're liking this fanfic please reblog so more people can read it. CHAPTER 1 HERE.

♡ Warnings: This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction written. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too seriously. +18 only. My english sucks. Female masturbation.

♡ Characters: Noah Sebastian × Nori Nurmi (OFC).

♡ Words: 2.768

♡ MASTERLIST HERE.

Even though it's not the most comfortable place in the world, her bunk is making Nori feel safe as she can hide behind the curtain that guarantees her privacy inside the tour bus. She grabs her favorite pillow and holds it tight - the one that she got from a fan as a birthday gift a few years ago -, trying to feel any kind of comfort like she could get from a hug. Of course it's not the same thing, but at least helps her to release the tension she is feeling. Why is she feeling so messed up because of a stupid tattooed singer who likes to play videogames and watch anime? For God's sake, Nori never felt so pathetic in her entire life. Not even when she was just a teenager and had a crush on a guy from school who was obsessed with aliens and conspiracy theories. She's a total control freak and she knows that she was about to lose herself a few minutes ago while Noah was holding her by her arm and getting so close to her that her heart was racing inside her chest. Losing control it's never an option!

The truth is that Nori doesn't tend to flirt with rockstars. She has known a lot of them and she knows how they are: selfish, always looking for a pussy and nothing more, loves to feel like they are in command. As a woman in this business full of men, she had to learn how to deal with them and she will never show any feeling that might seem that she wants something more than friendship. Yes she's always nice with everyone, always smiling and open for conversations but once a man tries to cross the line everything changes and she shows nothing but rage. Noah did try to cross the line but for a brief moment she wanted him to do that. And then, she reminded herself that she needs to stay focused on her job and not fuck things up. This tour it's very important for her, there's a lot of things to be concerned about and being involved with Noah Sebastian could put everything at risk. What if he is a total asshole? What if they fight? She has been there before. Nori isn't a person that runs away from fighting when there's something serious going on. Even though she is always trying her best to maintain a good vibe between everyone, once someone does something really wrong she loses her mind. She just can't and won't let anyone hurt her feelings anymore.

Also, time and a lot of disappointment made Nori hide herself from all kinds of flirting and love interests that might appear on her way. She was hurt too many times before and she doesn't have the strength to heal anymore - at least that's what she thinks. She doesn't see how strong she can be. It could be something totally sexual with no feelings attached but she knows that she can't control her heart so she doesn't want to deal with anything she can't control.

Her mind keeps remembering the scene that she witnessed earlier at the bar while she leans her head on the wall. How Lara was touching Noah's hair, getting closer to him and making him laugh… It's driving her insane! Nori knows that being easily jealous it's part of her nature just like the good scorpio she is. She wishes that she could be the one to touch him, to feel his locks sliding through her fingers. Deep inside she knows that the guy is messing with her real bad, she just doesn't want to admit it.

All these years that Forever Damned is on the road, everyone is always trying to convince Nori to let herself enjoy life and live some adventures, to be wilder and not too afraid of the consequences. Each girl in the band has certain habits when it comes to flirting and dating. Her sister Mirva has a boyfriend, a very nice guy who truly loves her and she loves him back so she is totally faithful to him. Auri it's hard to impress and she has an unfinished situation with an older guy in Finland - he's definitely her boy toy. But, if someone is weird enough to catch her attention she will give it a try. Maila and Lara are the wild ones. They like to hook up with hot dudes they might meet on the road, especially Lara. She doesn't need to strive to find someone, there are always hundreds of mens waiting to have a chance with her. Nori's habits are staying away from man and distractions, keeping herself inside her bubble and focusing on giving her best to her fans, always. Sometimes, she's envious about how Lara can be so bold and not afraid to seek for her physical pleasure. She wishes she could be more like her friend. Maybe, if she had a little bit of "Lara boldness" inside of her, she could let Noah get closer to her. Maybe, she could do what her body craves for her to do.

The truth is that Noah Sebastian is a hot guy, there's no doubt about that. Seeing him in person, and being physically close to the singer makes anyone easily fall for him. But he's not the type of guy that Nori tends to like. Jolly would definitely be the one who she would pay attention to in the first place and of course she finds him handsome, too. Actually, Bad Omens is made of beautiful mens, each one in its own way.

When Nori saw Noah for the first time in person, she made the huge mistake of looking him in the eye. That was enough to rock her entire world. She is used to guys with blue eyes in her homeland so staring at his darker gaze was what woken up something inside of her. The way he can shift between puppy eyes and totally mischievous look makes all the butterflies, moths, dragon-flies and all the other flying insects in her stomach fly around like a huge kaleidoscope or something like that. And the similarities between them are big, maybe because they are both scorpios but it's a fact that they have some things in common: they are both extremely perfectionists and could give their lives for their careers. When they love something, they truly do with all their hearts and souls, and this also applies to hate - it's 0 or 100%, there's nothing in the middle.

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Another night, another show. Bad Omens is on stage and Nori decides to watch. Actually, she can't take him from her mind and couldn't resist the temptation of watching him wearing his sexy ski mask. The intrusive thoughts are getting out of control and she doesn't like this at all - it makes her anxious. She plays with the hem of her mini black skirt as Noah performs, showing his strong arms covered in tattoos and broad shoulders, his big hand holding the microphone as Nori bites her lower lip with the view. Her thoughts are starting to get more messy and inappropriate and soon she is lost in the pictures that her mind is creating. She is feeling like Eve facing the red juicy apple hanging on the forbidden tree; Noah Sebastian is the true definition of temptation. Is it really worth it to allow herself to sin? Will she end up burning in the flames of hell? Staring at Noah's eyes makes her feel like he could take her to paradise with him.

He can't help but smirk when he notices that the show it's almost over and Nori is still there. His eyes wandered to her so many times tonight that he hopes no one noticed. Knowing that she was watching him made Noah feel like the fucking king he sings about.

While the band finishes the last song, Nori takes off in a hurry. She needs to be in her safe place, away from Noah's presence for a while so she can put her thoughts in order but damn! How hard it is. It's like her mind is sabotaging her. The way he looked on stage tonight was a turn on for her, she doesn't know how she holded on during the whole show but she can feel that her underwear is definitely wet.

She looks for a pair of shorts so she can change from her stage outfit but step noises freak the shit out of her. Her eyes capture Noah walking towards her, his face red and hair wet from the sweat as he just left the stage and came immediately after Nori.

"Stalking me again?" She says, trying to keep focused on her bag full of clothes.

"I came in peace. I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday".

Finally, Noah gets her attention. Maybe, an apology means that he quit her.

"And you couldn't wait? You had to leave the stage and come after me straight away?".

"Yes. I saw you there watching the whole show and I couldn't stop thinking about it".

"If I forgive you, will you leave me alone?".

Nori knows that she is lying when she says she wants him to leave her alone and so does Noah. She doesn't want him away from her, she wishes things could be easier and Noah could be a total stranger that she would never see again so she could quench her thirst for him without worries.

"I can't promise" he answers, getting closer to her.

"So it's a no, then. You have to earn it".

"Why? Why do you keep torturing yourself like that?".

Nori keeps messing with her clothes, trying to find something like she is still remembering what she was doing before Noah entered the bus. Everything now is a huge pile of fabric on the tiny couch. Noah intervenes and holds her hand as he tries to stop her from making a bigger mess.

"I see it in your eyes that you want me as much as I want you" his voice is velvety and shivering.

"You're dangerous, Noah Sebastian".

"And so are you, Nori Nurmi".

Even though Nori says no, her body shows the contrary. Noah is still touching her hands and playing with her fingers while her eyes follow his moves. Soon, his fingers run through her arm while he is positioned behind her, his nose almost touching her head as he smells the scent of her shampoo - definitely smelling like some exotic oil, she must spend a lot of money to keep her hair so soft and healthy. She closes her eyes, letting herself feel his touch on her shivered skin. When he reaches her neck, she quickly turns around so he stops his moves, which is not a good idea because now there's the mischievous look on his face again, his eyes capturing all the details on her skin like the little freckles on her nose and how the color tone of her green eyes changes with the light of the bus. A perfect black eyeliner drawn around her eyes with some glitter on it, long black lashes framing them. The red lipstick on her lip it's almost fading. She looks like a perfect Finnish goddess, so perfect that makes Noah's heart hurt.

"You're melting under my touch" he says, a smirk on his face.

"No, I'm not" her voice is weak, her whole body losing its strength.

"I bet you're soaking wet down there".

Noah's moves are so fast that Nori can't even think straight. He grabs her and puts her on the small kitchen counter, spreading her legs so he can fit between them. His fingers quickly work to raise her skirt so they can find her arousal. She is totally wet for him, her core aching with the feeling of him touching her for the first time.

"I knew it" he is satisfied knowing that he was right.

Carefully, he inserts one finger inside of her and it enters so easily that Noah can't help but smile. Her walls feel so soft around his fingers that he needs to put another one. He squizors them inside of her, trying to find that sweet spot that will make her go insane with his touch.

"It's been a while since no one touches you like that, huh?" He asks.

Nori presses her lips against each other trying desperately to hold the moans. Her body arching as she feels the pleasure getting closer, one hand holding Noah's wrist as he holds the counter and keeps on playing with her pussy with the other one. When his thumb touches her clit, it's impossible for her to hold on. She feels an intense orgasm growing and taking her completely, making her legs shake at the pleasure that his hand is providing her. She hates herself so much for that but, at the same time, she is so relieved that he is finally touching her the way she wanted so badly; there's a war going on inside her head.

"You're cumming so good in my fingers for me, angel" he says, his mouth closer to her lips.

"I'm not… fuck, Noah!".

"Then why are my fingers so milky like that?".

He can feel her walls clenching around his fingers, he knows that she has reached her apex as she holds the counter with such a strength that her hands are getting white.

"I-I fucking hate you".

Of course she doesn't hate him. Her eyes are almost watering because of the pleasure, she wishes she could go further but there's still a little angel on her shoulder saying that she should take it easy. When Noah takes his fingers off of her she almost whimps at the feeling of emptiness. The devil on her shoulders tells her to ask Noah to fuck her right on the counter.

"You're so beautiful when you cum" he says, teasing her.

"Noah, please…" she let out a sigh.

This situation is so tiring to her that she feels like crying but she is strong enough to hold the tears. Now that she felt Noah touching her like that, making her feel an intense orgasm just with his fingers, she feels like they crossed the line. She shouldn't have let him do that in the first place but, at the same time, she doesn't regret it.

"I'm sorry, angel…" he's worried.

She looks at his totally soaking wet fingers and the mess that she made on his hand. Her cheeks blushes as he cleans them with his shirt and soon she sees that there's a huge bulge on his pants. He is so damn hard for her that it hurts to let him this way.

"Please, don't call me that. You don't understand" she says.

"I don't, as much as I try to. You're so perfect to me that just the thought of having you completely… shit! I know you want it, too".

He cups her face and caresses her chicks with his thumbs, making Nori close her eyes with his tender touch. She's starting to feel at home with him.

"It's better for us if we forget about what just happened" she says.

"I don't think I can".

"But you can try. Please, if you care about me that much, you need to try".

As much as it hurts for Noah, he knows that he will end up breaking her heart if he doesn't do what she is desperately asking him. For him, it's better if he suffers instead of her.

"If that's what you really want, I will" his voice is weak.

Noah slowly walks towards the bus exit as Nori stays there, sitting on the counter with her legs open. She watches him leave with a heavy weight inside her chest, feeling the tears finally going down on her face. Why is she even crying? She feels so stupid that she desperately searches for a bottle of wine or anything that will help to mask her suffering. Nori wishes that she could leave this tour and go home, going back to her normal life near her family where she can find the comfort she needs. Maybe, if she focuses 100% on her work, she will be able to end this tour without going insane. There's still some demos and lyrics that she needs to work on for the next album and that's going to be her escape for the next few weeks. She just hopes that Noah has understood her side and will keep his word.

#bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson

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donnerpartyofone · 2 years

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The guy who is considered to be like a perfect angel by everyone we know actually has this weird thing where he's just repulsed by people in bad emotional situations. Like he'll go and build schools in Thailand and work with disadvantaged children, but after a while you notice that he's easily annoyed by people with any kind of mental problem. I had to witness this personally because when I was younger and didn't know any better, I was often in some psychodrama with someone inappropriate who was treating me really badly, and my so-called friend, who everyone thought was a saint, would just directly make me feel really stupid and like I was inconveniencing everyone by having a hard time and not being smarter or having better self-esteem or whatever. It was never like, "Hey, I feel like X is making you really unhappy, you don't deserve it and I hate seeing you like this," or anything of that nature, at best it was like "Well if you want to wallow in pain and let people humiliate you, I guess that's your choice, but don't bother me about it." And it fucking worked--I mean it did NOT help me get out of my bad situations AT ALL, but it did convince me that I was a worse person for even having a bad situation to begin with. I figured I was just really beneath my venerated friend and I should be ashamed of myself for wasting his time, which I was. But anyway the thing I started to notice about him over the years was, he very often had a problem with someone who was totally taking advantage of him and dominating his life and putting him at some kind of risk; he'd tell me all about it in extreme detail, and being the person I was, I'd offer all kinds of support and help and make various suggestions for how he could extricate himself from the circumstances so he wouldn't have to put up with them anymore. And then I'd *always* see that he stuck with the problematic person through thick and thin; I started to realize that he didn't really want the problem to end, he just needed to vent about it periodically so he could continue having his problem with renewed vigor. Like more than a decade later I still see him on social media promoting people he told me really awful things about as indispensable geniuses who do nothing but inspire and spread joy. And what I've learned from this is something I that I guess is pretty obvious, but sometimes you just have to see an example of it in the wild: That the people who most irritate you often reflect your own worst qualities. I think my friend saw me doing the same shit he always did, bending over and willingly taking it from some obnoxious sadist, and it just pissed him off to no end. It was easier to be mad at me for reminding him of his problem than it was to just admit he had the same problem. Now when I find myself getting really angry and disgusted with someone, I make a point of asking myself if whatever they're doing that I hate is something I also do, and maybe I should worry more about that than I do about the other person's behavior. I think this is a basically good impulse that can save you from wasting a lot of time and energy if you do it right. Just don't start doing it all the time with every single tic and quirk that you have, though; it can drive you nuts!

#the other point of the story is watch out for people who everyone considers morally pure #they might just be getting away with a lot of shit because they have such good PR!

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please tell me how the narrator is a trans man

@originalpatrolsheep @undeadbreeze I’m @ing you here because I actually received this ask first!

FIGHT CLUB SPOILERS BELOW

Without further ado, here is my explanation as to how Fight Club is a trans metaphor!

The Narrator is a trans man

At the beginning of the film, the narrator is an insomniac and is wildly depressed. He can’t sleep. He starts visiting a center for men with testicular cancer. This is where he meets Bob, a man with no testicles and with breasts. Despite this, Bob is still seen as a man. It’s only in Bob’s arms that the Narrator, saying “We are still men,” can cry and therefore sleep. The Narrator feels gender euphoria when he is with Bob, a cis man with feminine features who is still considered male.

Everything changes when Marla Singer, a woman, begins to attend the same centers as the Narrator. It is only when she arrives that the Narrator feels like an impostor there and becomes hyperaware of his own lies amongst the people at the centers. Therefore, the Narrator cannot cry anymore and can no longer sleep. (In real life, some trans people may feel uncomfortable spending time with those that are the opposite gender as them for fear of being seen as part of that group and getting misgendered, which is partially what I believe spooks the Narrator here.)

Marla Singer represents the Narrator’s relationship with his own femininity, something he unwillingly ties to his dysphoria. Despite his love-hate relationship with her throughout the film, she remains one of his staunchest allies and is perhaps the only thing keeping him grounded in who he is and who he used to be throughout the film.

Shortly after meeting Marla, the Narrator meets (creates) Tyler Durden. Tyler describes himself to the Narrator later in the film: “All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look. I fuck like you wanna fuck. I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.” Trans much? Tyler Durden is the idealized cis man, the prototype for masculinity that everyone in society is fed at an early age. (These representations affect and even especially affect trans men.) Tyler is the standard that the Narrator’s internalized transphobia makes him feel like he must live up to, or else he isn’t a real man.

The Narrator’s relationship with Tyler eventually leads to the creation of Fight Club, a hub of toxic masculinity that attracts all sorts of men. All of them have one thing in common—they want to prove themselves. Tyler repeatedly says that the men in Fight Club are “the most manly men” he has ever seen, a wonderfully effective way for the Narrator to validate himself. What’s more, no women are allowed. The Narrator doesn’t have to face his own femininity in Fight Club, and he doesn’t have to face that side of his dysphoria.

It’s around this point in the movie that Tyler and Marla become involved in a sexual relationship. This is symbolic in itself in the sense that the Narrator’s internalized transphobia is “dominating” his femininity and dysphoria. Even more important is the fact that the Narrator can never see Tyler and Marla in the same room. This is because, to the Narrator, they cannot coexist. The Narrator can no longer comprehend his masculinity and his femininity coexisting in him. He can deal with one or the other at one time, but he forgets that he can have both at once. The Narrator himself believes that neither is taking over his life and neither is being lost. This is what ultimately leads to his downfall.

(This is a little unrelated but it’s important to note that the solution of Tyler and toxic masculinity never helps the Narrator sleep as well as the centers at the beginning of the film did. The Narrator learns that he was never sleeping when he was with Tyler, he was just taking on a new side of himself. Internalized transphobia also led the Narrator to self-harm in many ways (the chemical burn, the fighting, the car crash). Hypermasculinity was not a helpful solution.)

It’s at this point in the film that the ongoing symbol of testicles (I know it sounds silly but hear me out) shows up again. This time, testicles are not something trivial on a man that have nothing to do with his masculinity and maleness. They are used as a threat. Tyler and some members of his army meet up with an official in the city, someone who challenges their ability to destroy buildings and public works. Tyler makes the official an offer: he can save his city or he can save his balls. The official chooses the latter. This is incredibly telling, as the men the Narrator associated with at the beginning of the film had no choice but to remove their testicles. This didn’t make them any less manly in the eyes of the Narrator. Now, though, the Narrator’s own projected sense of internalized transphobia presents a strong message: testicles are important to your status as a man.

It’s shortly after this that the Narrator views Tyler Durden’s relationship with Angel Face, someone who can be described as nothing else but a pretty boy. Tyler, despite being the epitome of toxic and hypermasculinity, respects and adores the somewhat feminine Angel Face. How does the Narrator react? By beating Angel Face until he is bloody and fully disfigured. This represents the Narrator’s resentment of society’s treatment of trans men. The Narrator does not see himself in Angel Face the way that he once saw himself in Bob. He feels that cis men can easily balance femininity and masculinity, that these two things can coexist without an issue for them. For trans men, masculinity must win out, or else society (or at the very least internalized transphobia) will never accept them. Tyler drives the Narrator much harder than Angel Face with much less payoff, and so the Narrator must destroy Angel Face as revenge.

The Narrator seems to have everything he wants until Bob shows up in the film again. The Narrator asks Bob if he’s still attending the centers they met at, to which Bob replies no—he’s now joined Fight Club. At first, this is validating for the Narrator. Bob is feminine still, with no testicles and large breasts, but he’s still considered man enough for Fight Club. The Narrator more or less lets Tyler (AKA unchecked toxic masculinity) do what he likes with Bob. This ends with Bob getting killed. In fact, Bob’s brains are blown out as he tries to follow one of Tyler’s orders. Bob represented a chance at normalcy for the Narrator, proof that men with breasts and without balls were worth just as much as other men. But Bob dies at the hands of the Narrator’s toxic masculinity, and it is this event that leads the Narrator to realize just how much he’s lost to his own feelings of inadequacy.

It’s at this point that the Narrator starts to question his toxic masculinity and his internalized transphobia. He realizes that he’s no longer even himself anymore, just a copy-and-pasted blueprint of the man society has told him that he should be. He can’t recognize himself anymore, can’t keep track of what he really feels and what he only tries to, and he realizes that he needs to end his hypermasculinity before it’s too late.

There’s only one person the Narrator can turn to to get his old self back: Marla. He visits her, apologizing for his behavior towards her. He even tells her that deep down, he really really likes her. This is a big moment for the Narrator. He admits here that his feminine side isn’t something he despises, but rather something he fears getting close to. The other important thing is that Tyler, who was once sleeping with Marla and deeply invested in her, now views her as a threat. The Narrator’s femininity threatens to overtake his masculinity, his dysphoria and euphoria threaten to overrule his internalized masculinity. Tyler wants to destroy Marla, and the Narrator wants to protect her.

For the last time in this film, the symbol of testicles appears. This solidifies how far the Narrator has fallen, how deeply he’s lost himself to self-hatred and feelings of inadequacy. Upon trying to destroy Tyler’s plan, Tyler’s army of men turns on the Narrator and tells him they’re going to cut off his balls. To them and to Tyler, this represents that the Narrator has turned against his brothers, his maleness. The loss of his testicles will show this to everyone. The Narrator, horrified, manages to escape this fate, but without his pants. He spends the final act in his underwear, somewhat symbolic of the trans body he’s worked so hard to achieve and has spent so much of the film despising.

At last, the final fight of the film. The Narrator faces off with Tyler, and must attempt to regain control of his own head. The Narrator struggles at first, unable to accept the fact that him and his internalized transphobia are one in the same, and that he has the power to overrule it. Finally giving into himself, the consequences of his actions, and the messiness of gender and his own expression as a human being, the Narrator takes control and shoots himself. With this, Tyler dies, and so does the Narrator’s internalized transphobia. His toxic masculinity is no more. He’s given himself permission to display his masculinity as much as he wants, and in any way he wants. Internalized transphobia has power over him no more.

Marla then enters the room. She expresses concern for him, the simple Narrator she met at the beginning of the film now so torn up and injured. This is representative of the Narrator’s past pre-transition self looking at his most transitioned self. He’s bruised and broken, a lot different than before. But he insists that he’s okay, and he truly means it. The Narrator is now more himself than ever. It’s in this confidence that the Narrator’s takes Marla’s hand, finally accepting his own femininity, dysphoria, and the full scope of his gender expression. “You met me at a very strange time in my life.”

In a final image, the buildings all around the Narrator and Marla explode and collapse, leaving nothing behind. The Narrator could not stop this total destruction. But the film does not make this a sad moment. It’s rather somewhat wistful, perhaps even hopeful. The Narrator had to destroy himself in order to be reborn as his full and true self. A rebirth. Isn’t that was being trans is?

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy my analysis :)

#sorry this is so long #jack’s posts #fight club #trans #film analysis #the narrator #tyler durden #marla singer #asks #asks and answers #send asks #long post #i didn’t edit anything sorry if this is incomprehensible

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d6rkroom · 3 years

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— ‘𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼.’

finn mcnamara x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: this took way longer than it should've, my apologies fer’ that! BUT THANK YOU ELIAN FOR GIVIN’ ME THE GENERAL IDEA FOR THIS, I HAD A TON OF FUN WRITIN’ IT! YER’ BIG BRAIN AS HELL!

warnings. forced breeding, dubcon, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, degrading k., dumbification, brat taming, sex infront of a mirror, manhandling, belly bulge, cum inflation, implied mpreg.

it was expected, it was only a matter of time before his olden behavior caved in on him and he relapsed right back into those sickly habits from nothing more than a year prior.

finn mcnamara was a slut. a dirty, good for nothing cheater. you knew his loyalty was short lived— his drive for exploration and choas secured that lucid notion in your brain ever since the two of you had started your dating journey.

how naive were you to untrust your heart with him, so utterly idiotic.

there you were, fingers curled around the doorknob as you lay in wait for your boyfriend to take note of the new presence clouding the room. your face was sheathed in coats of not shock, nor distaste— just inflicted with an expressionless disappointment. whatever bit of rage that fogged your mind swiftly dissolved along with his sexual mate that accompanied your spot on the bed.

nonchalant as ever, he sent a sloppy smile your direction; probably as a result of whatever poor pounding he just received from the rather small looking guy who was just in your room. pathetic, he couldn't even wait a few hours for your attention so he tossed aside his pride and let his greedy hole get creamed by someone at least half your size.

“satisfied with yourself, whore?” a satirical snear contorted your lips. one he knew a little to well, one he could tell apart from your usual one. the one you would often flicker as the two of you conversed. he knew you loved him, as did he; yet, the outcome of pushing your buttons was one he couldn't shake the craving for.

“hah, as satisfied as ever— sweetheart.” his first mistake was underestimating your tolerance for his bullshit. the second was letting that sour chuckle rip past his throat.

he was already exposed, clothes abandoned along side his dignity. letting such a inexperienced and second option hook-up ruin his beautifully stretched hole was baffling to you. was he really that desperate to have his ass filled and feel full for the remainder of the evening? you already knew the answer to your own inquiry.

he sputtered out a few words that glazed past your ears and straight out the back of your head. you had no care to hear any other soft attempts to convey how what he committed was mistake or how his body was now yours for the night. you had tunnel-vision set on his spend, plump ass that was already wiggling in the air— contrast from his cheek, which was pressed into the matress.

you give a harsh smack on the milky flesh, making finn’s lower half jolt in retaliation; halting his train of thought and stopping his tongue mid monologue. his hands instinctively sink into the pillow beneath his neck. you shift your weight, prying his thighs apart and spreading his cheeks wide open; the perfect view. the head of your cock, flushed red and throbbing gives a few pokes at his pulsating rim which is already venting around nothing.

you give his hole a few, firm slaps from the length of your shaft. beckoning that bratty inclination from out from beneath him— you wanted to hear those lips bark out your name. persuading you to rock in and out of his useless body.

“you want that? my cock to just slip right inside you without need for an apology? without regard for what i just caught you doing in, our bed?”

you almost give in, but you're smarter than to let finn get what he so desperately wants, that easily. rubbing your palm into his hips, small pats connecting with the side of his abdomen insinuate he fetches the mirror from the corner of the bedroom. no words were required in the exchange, he knew his place— plain and simple. and he sure as hell knew what you silently commanded he do.

an exasperated groan grumbles from the depths of his chest, his tongue clicked in annoyance at the sudden expectation for him to remove himself from his lewd position. so stupid, he throws away your years of love to get fucked by some stranger and then complains as you whisk him away from the sheets. he had driven you to your witt's end.

“excuse you, cunt? did i just hear you protest, after cheating in my bed, in my house? don't forget who owns you.”

his blood ran cold and the hairs on the back of his neck sprung to life with an accompanying chill that relished up his spine. his shoulders visibly cringed at your tone as he wasted no time flipping over and hoisting the mirror slowly to the foot of the bed. with the reflective piece of glass now fitted nicely as it leaned against the bedframe— finn crawled atop the messy array of sheets.

“y/n look.. m’sorry don't-” he wasn't allowed to finish, at least not anymore he wasn't. you weren't going to let him disrespect your authority under your roof any longer.

without thinking your hand reaches to unbuckle your belt, fingers toying with the zipper and button respectively. tugging your pants and boxers down without caution— you carded a few free fingers into his messy, mop of hair. digging into and only making it a much more noticable mess than before as you yanked his face to meet yours.

you felt a guley glob of spit collect under your tongue, shooting the wad right between his eyes; saliva leaking down the bridge of his nose and bleeding onto his upperlip. you knew how he adorded being tossed around like trash, better yet, treated as such. he was getting off to this, his eyes pooling wide with lust everytime a vulgar insult leaped from behind your teeth.

he tries not to let his words slur as you play with his still, very tender asshole. breath hitching every step of the way as you spin him to face the direction of the mirror. his hole was still lubed and wet from his previous visitor, giving you very easy access with little push or resistance.

his eyes roll back, you keep your gaze attentive on his decoy on the other side of the glass. your fat cock streaching him out has his lips parting to release a squeal of appreciation, a lavish burn following close suit as you sink deeper inside of him. he's not regretting his choice to unturn his devotion towards you; not yet at least.

“getting off to this slut? look at yourself, i haven't even started to really fuck you yet. pathetic.”

finn’s eyes are trained on his reflection, the look of tragedy curling over his spit-slicked lips. he could feel how deep you were, reaching spots he didn't even know were there. he can also make out the veins on your cock dragging along his walls and you're right; he is getting off to this. it felt so good— he felt so good— it all was good.

you rut into his ass like a feral animal, grunting cocktailed with sour remarks to keep the tension rising. instinctively he clings onto the fabric beneath him for dear life, knuckles fading from bright red to a pale white. through the fog of pleasure clogging his mind, he can only keen out an audible ‘yes’ to all of the questions and words that jumbled from your mouth.

with your eyes fixated on the way his skin ripples and jiggles against your hips, the fat riding up onto yer’ waist with the brutal pace you keep. he attempts to protest with how close he feels himself getting, only to be cut off by one hard slam after another— cock drilling into his tight little hole with intentions to impregnate him.

concepts of his usualy flat tummy growing round and bloated as you fucked it full of your little swimmers now press into your mind. each seed racing to see which will be the one to knock up your boyfriend; rendering him yours forever. your vigor prevails, motivated by the sole image of your slut giving birth to one, maybe two of your genetic creations. your offspring.

finn wonders if the cheating scandal really has your stamina skyrocketing, that is until through the intoxication of your speed— he realizes. fuck, you don't have a condom. he can't get pregnant, as much as he'd want to settle down with you he has way to many jobs that would release him from employment if they found out he had a baby in his belly. you wouldn't do that to him, would you? you knew how near and dear traveling from place to place, job to job was to him. was this punishment?

“sweeti- ah! y/n c-condom!”

even with his tongue tripping over ever other word, you could decipher the clutter of gibberish all too well. he had figured out your plan to breed his tiny body.

“oh? that silly thing? i gotta make you my wife, remember? just a stupid little whore who can only work from home. nobody wants to fuck a pregnant bitch. maybe that'll teach you to keep it in your pants.”

“n-no— ah-! fuck..”

your words sent tingles over his scalp, squelching noises resonate through the air mingled with your bitter laughter. drool starts to seep from the corners of his mouth and tears begin to well up in his eyes as he watches his mirror double get impailed by the outline of your cock. he knows soon that a small child will fill the roll of your shaft, he can't do anything but try to resist as the idea of your warm, stick love flooding his womb only grows on him.

at this point, all finn is doing is whimpering on your cock, degrading making the pressure behind his thighs hotter and his ass tighter. that familiar knot twisting in his lower stomach begging to snap as you roll into his prostate with a hunger glistening in your eyes. you flip finn on his back and catch his bottom, wet lip between your teeth and tug with the push of your hips. eye contact is never broken as your hot load spurts long and sticky ropes through his ass and into his belly. so full, he's so positively full as he feels your genes enter his boy womb— effectively impregnating and painting his gummy walls with white fluid.

soon a bunch of mini you’s will roam the empty spaces in your home and you'll start the perfect family together. you had planned to make him your bitch for quite some time, but the cheating only sped up the inevitable. finn sobbed into the crook of your neck; protruding tummy poking at your abdomen as he loosely attached to you.

the whole ordeal would be burned into his brain and yours, the mirror serving his eyes a sick reminder that he was now tasked with carrying your kid. forever.

#𓉔 — m.list #𓉔 — directory.#𓉔 — works.#c; finn #finn mcnamara x male reader #finn mcnamara x top male reader #life is strange x male reader #life is strange x top male reader #dark life is strange #life is strange smut #lis smut #dark lis #dark blog #smut blog #finn mcnamara #finn mcnamara smut

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writeanythingagency · 2 years

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Yandere Maya fey? Just general hcs are fine!

Yandere!Maya Fey General HCs/Scenario 🔮

so yeah, i got really into this and it kind of turned into a scenario. hope that’s okay, and thank you for being my first request ☺️

TW: Manipulation, gaslighting, obsessive behavior, drugging

🔮 Maya is one of the last people anyone would suspect of being a yandere. Having loved and lost so many people, you’d think letting go would come as easily as breathing.

(Maybe all that loss was what made it inevitable.)

🔮 The Master of Kurain Village is a title as lonely as it is prestigious. Growing up, Maya rarely had opportunities to interact with the other acolytes. Pearly was an exception, but she’s…well, Pearly.

🔮 It’s a pleasant surprise when a young student her age begins to regularly frequent the village. For years, the Feys had to put up with the occasional sensationalist bombarding anyone in their sight with questions about fraudulent mediums and pseudo-clairvoyance. But you, you made the drive up the San Gabriels every week and looked at Kurain Village with nothing but sparkling eyes and wonder.

🔮 Maya starts rearranging her schedule, moving classes here, channeling sessions there. And if her free time happens to exactly align with the length of your visits, so what? The village can be a dangerous place and there was no harm in making sure you were safe.

🔮 Do you need a place to stay? She’ll clear out the best room in the manor for you. Need access to a closed off area? No matter, an acolyte will grant you unrestricted access.

🔮 Eventually, she knows, Maya has to bite the bullet and talk to you face to face. She “coincidentally” bumps into you in the Winding Way, adding several new cracks to the Sacred Urn in the process.

🔮 You get roped into buying her burgers in exchange for silence, and you find that the Master is actually very easy to talk to. You tell her that you’re researching the Kurain Channeling Technique for your parapsychology thesis.

🔮 In between mouthfuls of burgers, Maya is surprisingly forthcoming with information. All of which seemed to directly relate to your senior thesis.

🔮 You gather more information in a single day than in all your weeks snooping around the village combined. You thank her for the help, but get a cheeky grin in return.

💜 “It’s gonna take more than a few burgers to make up for freeing Ami’s spirit, S/O!”

🔮 In order to repay the debt, Maya tells you to come back to the village the next day for a few favors. And the next day, for even more favors.

🔮 Day by day, you learn a little more about the spritely spirit medium. How she’s wrung dry by all her duties as Master. What it feels like to channel a spirit, or lack thereof. All her way too numerous near death experiences and insurmountable losses. You know, the normal stuff.

🔮 Day by day, your life gets a little lonelier. You rarely return to the city anymore, with Maya always needing you in some capacity, every part of the day. Your family suddenly grows distant. So do your friends. And night after night, you expend your sorrow with Maya by your side.

🔮 You’re carving out a space in your heart for someone, a girl worlds away from the city life you once knew like the back of your hand. Textbooks make way for spiritual artifacts, gel pens for candles. Sometimes, you miss the comforts of home and the lively voices of the people you loved. But Maya gets it: she’s a woman shaped by loss.

💜 “I’ll never leave you, S/O. You better not leave me all alone here, got it?” There’s no room for debate.

🔮 In that way, the transition to a more-than-platonic relationship was only natural. Or at least you think it was, because somewhere between texts to friends going unanswered and moving your belongings into Fey Manor, you and Maya officially started dating.

🔮 Any form of physical contact was on the table. In fact, Maya seemed to hunger for it. From hand holding to languid kisses, you grew to crave her touch just as much as she seemed to.

(In retrospect: did you love her? Who knows, when she was the only person left in your life to love?)

🔮 For months, your lover/roommate/benefactor became your rock. The calm after the storm at the end of the day. Some call her childish, but you found her spirit endearing. You inexplicably got absorbed into the Steel Samurai fandom, spending many a day marathoning entire seasons.

🔮 With this newfound relationship status, you start making a few concessions. Maya repeatedly impressed on you the various murders and mishaps that occured in Kurain-associated areas, so the GPS tracking app was a necessary measure, she said. That was fine, because you trusted her. After a regrettable incident where you forgot to call Maya after your morning lecture resulting in tears, the texts became near constant. All of which you had to answer immediately. This you got used to, as texts from anyone else were seldom and ceased entirely.

(If you paid attention to the whispers of those around you, you might have realized before it was too late.)

🔮 Life continues. You hack away at your thesis, now bolstered by Maya’s guidance. You spend days and nights in the blissful euphoria of young love, all thanks to Maya. You continue helping around the village and playing with Pearly and photographing waterfalls and wasn’t your whole life dependent on her in some way?

🔮 The decision comes easy after that realization. Your senior year is nearly done, so is your thesis. You’re a little sad to see it go, but it was a labor of love in so many ways. You laugh at how cliche the sentiment is, but if you love something, you learn to let it go.

🔮 At dinner, you drop a completed copy of your senior thesis in front of a gaping Maya, a chopstick-full of ramen halfway to her lips. You tell Maya of all your grand plans: moving back to the city, entering the working world, and finding yourself. You would visit, you reassure, and you loved her as much as ever. You just need this chance to grow, to come back to Kurain Village in a position to truly help Maya rather than depend on her.

🔮 A tear comes to your eye and you quickly swipe it away. And you smile, wider than any smile from the past few weeks. All that was left to wait for was Maya’s response.

🔮 The clatter of dropped chopsticks brings you back to earth. Maya…her hands were shaking.

💜 “S/O, you’re going to leave me?”

🔮 You didn’t mean it like that. If anything, it was a promise of your dedication to her. But you needed independence, and other things outside of the village walls.

🔮 But you have her, she insists. You don’t need anything else.

💜 “Why did I spend all that time getting your stupid friends to leave us alone?!”

🔮 Wait, what? You couldn’t believe what you were hearing…was it all because of her? Please say it’s not true, you plead, please.

🔮 Maya looks to the side like a reprimanded child. Only, you don’t find it as cute as you used to. You press and press, until the admission hangs between the two of you like a tightrope.

💔 “I never meant to hurt you.”

🔮 The childish facade drops in an instant. In a second, you wonder how much of the past year was real.

💔 “Do you know how many people I’ve lost? I’m not about to lose you too, not over something as silly as this. And if I have to make you stay…” A threatening glint flashed in her dark irises. “So be it.”

(Another thing about Maya: she always gets what she wants.)

🔮 Your thesis, which had once seemed so monumental, now looked pathetic without a purpose. But it was the only genuine thing to come out of all of this, the only thing in this room you could bring yourself to love, so you take it and run.

🔮 You were fast, but Maya was faster, sending all her acolytes on a hunt to bring you back to her. Freedom was right there…you were almost there…!

🔮 You don’t even make it out of the gates. You’re dragged back to the manor, your hard work tossed aside and trampled on. As a sweet smelling rag was pressed to your nose and mouth, you realize one final truth before succumbing to unconsciousness. You had nothing.

“You can’t change my mind, S/O. I’ll do anything to keep you by my side.”

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txdoroki · 3 years

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Not sure if you were still looking for angst requests, but I've been thinking about either Todoroki or Bakugou fighting someone who had a quirk that allows them to view into another person's mind and take the shape of someone the hero knows. Based on this, the villain takes the form of their s/o and they then have to fight the person they love. Which is hell for them. And they go home afterwards to find the loved one there and waiting for them and it turns from angst to NSFW as the s/o reassures them they are indeed here and real. Sorry if that's too specific, just an idea that's been rolling around in my mind for a while now. Lol.

aww that sounds so sad :( let’s do it :D hope this is good !! and its not too specific, honestly the more specific the better in most cases!

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“what is it, little hero? you trying to block me from your mind with something as silly as ice?” the villain snickered, jumping back from the ice that was launched at them and holding their hand out again to try and see into todoroki’s mind.

don’t give up, shoto, don’t think don’t think.

“very interesting, you have a girlfriend waiting back at home, huh? well, i have good news for you,” the villain smiled, “i can bring her here now!”

“don’t you da-” todoroki gasped when the villain’s face and body turned into yours.

“fight me now, oh this’ll be so much more fun!” the villain laughed in your voice, staring at him while he just stood there, “have you forgotten how to use that flashy quirk of yours? or is it because you’re scared?”

he was fighting an internal battle of. should i really? i don’t know if it actually hurts her. i can’t fight her, how will i look her in eyes after this.

“awe, don’t make me start everything,” the villain lunged at him, easily being stopped in their tracks by his ice while his thoughts went berserk.

i can just use my ice.. that’s the safest option right? i’m not using my fire against her.. even if they just look like her i can’t. i’m not my father.

he tried using his ice to trap the villain so he could call the police, but it didn’t work. every time he would, the villain would just break through.

“see, a good thing about my quirk is it gives me a strength boost! gonna have to use that fire, hmm?”

“would you be quiet?” he yelled, putting the villain in yet another ice block. he just needed some way to trap them, to call the police.

“cmon, burn your beloved into a crisp like a good boyfriend.” the villain cooed in your cheerful and warm voice. todoroki tried to close off his ears so he didn’t have to hear the taunts, but he had to use his quirk too often to be able to. usually he loved hearing your voice and seeing you, but right now was not one of those times. well, technically it wasn’t you, but it was starting to feel that way.

after a while of the ice jailrooms being broken apart by the villain, todoroki decided to give in. he couldn’t do this all night. he had to physically stop himself from screaming when he began using his flames. he had his eyes closed shut, hoping that the villain’s quirk would shut off sooner rather than later.

while flames surrounded the both of them, the villain dropped to the ground, tears flowing from your- their eyes. the sight broke his heart, but this was the only way.

“why would you do that to me, sho? you promised you’d never hurt me,” the villain sobbed while shoto used his fire on them. then they let out a blood curdling scream when the fire came near them, and it sounded exactly like you.

while he called the cops, shoto stared at the villain with blank eyes, wanting to throw up. he couldn’t believe what he just did. your screams echoing in his ears.

once the cops arrived and took away the villain, shoto ran to find his car and drive home. he couldn’t handle another goddamn fight right now.

you had been sleeping mainly all day, stirring awake when a tingling sensation began to overcome your arms and legs. you had just stayed in your bed and scrolled through your phone, only getting up to see who was at the door.

“oh hey, sho!” you smiled at him from across the hallway. sliding down the hall in your fluffy socks, you ran to him, eager to hold him.

your day had been so boring, and you had been looking forward to this moment all day.

“hi.. are you hurt, love?” his voice cracked, his gaze never leaving the floor.

“what? no,” you embraced him, kissing his shoulder, “i’m in no pain, but what happened?”

“nothing, i’m going to take a shower.” he weakly smiled in your direction, not looking you in the eye still, and put his bag down, hoping you’d let his behavior slide.

you pouted in his direction, concern filling your body.

honestly, he didn’t feel dirty. he felt disgusting. how could he hurt someone who looked so much like you.

he turned the shower on until it was blistering hot, it burned but he needed something to be able to get the feeling of shame to wash away.

you’re just like your father you’re just like your father you’re just like your father was all his mind was saying, and he scrubbed at his skin, desperate to forget what he’d done.

a small voice interrupted his thoughts, “baby?” and he heard you step into the bathroom, “shoto come out here right now,”

“okay, what do you need, angel?” he tried to sound as joyful as he could.

“get out of the shower, i can feel how hot it is from here,” you reached a hand into the shower, grabbing his slippery hand and pulling him out.

you handed him a towel, trying to avoid staring at his body. this is a serious moment right now stop being thirsty.

“what’s wrong?” he frowned when he saw the worried look that was spread on your face, “have you been crying?”

“that’s not important right now,” you whispered, and once he had the towel over his torso you brought him to sit next to you on the couch.

“now, what’s up, princess?” todoroki chuckled purely from how tense he felt, scared to be close to you for fear he’d burn you again.

“what happened today, tell me everything,” you put a hand on his back, rubbing it while he slowly shook his head no.

“i can’t, y/n,” his eyes burned as he felt tears begin to gather.

“please, i can help you!”

with a sigh he told you about his day, leaving you most of the details of the fight with the shapeshifting villain out of it.

“oh, shoto... you’re nothing like your father. you wanna know the biggest reasons why i know that?” you kissed his cheek, “you worried about this in the first place. i know you’d never hurt me,”

“i love you, y/n,” he crumbled into your embrace, “i love you so much,”

“i love you more,” you giggled, resting your head over his while he played with the end of his hoodie that you were wearing.

“so that’s where all my hoodies have been going,” he smiled up at you with teary eyes, finally making eye contact with you.

“yep,” you giggled, ruffling his drying hair.

you stayed in this position for a while, you only moving to caress his body.

“can i get up to erm.. put on clothes,” he wiggled from your grasps once he noticed that he only had the towel on, giggling to himself when he realized you fell fast asleep while holding him.

he quickly got up to change into sweats and a loose t-shirt, tip toeing back to your shared spot on the rather large couch.

“princesssss,” he whispered and took a seat next to you, trying to wake you up so he could cuddle into you.

“mmmm what do you want,” you slowly opened your eyes and sat up, cocking your head when you noticed he wasn’t in your arms anymore. you yawned, beginning to curl up again before he picked you up.

“i love you,” he sat you on his lap, your legs curling around his waist. you rested your head on his shoulder as he reached for the tv remote.

while you were napping on his lap, he watched some show about tree frogs while running his hands up and down your back.

then he got an idea. it might piss you off but it’d be so funny if he just-

he ran his hand down your back and squeezed your ass. hard. your eyes shot open and you jumped off of him with a startled yelp. he lost it, laughing the hardest you’ve ever seen.

“what the hell, sho?” you teasingly hit the back of his head.

“sorry, angel, i couldn’t help it, that was so funny,” he giggled and tried composing himself, beckoning you back over with grabby hands.

“no, i’m going to nap in the bedroom,” you pouted at him but didn’t move, crossing your arms.

“no you aren’t,” he smiled at you as he got up and picked you up, dragging you back to the couch.

“stooop lemme sleep, i’m tired,”

“i am letting you sleep, just messing with you, love,” he pouted at you, looking at you with puppy dog eyes until you shook your head and went back into the position you were in.

“fine, but if you do that one more time in going to bakugou’s” you giggled when he rolled his eyes.

“like hell you will,” his grip tightened on you as you went to sleep again, a few minutes going by before you felt his hands grip at your ass again.

“sho, stop,” you batted at his hand, but he grabbed your wrist and put it back around him.

“nope,” he gave you a toothy grin while he kneaded your ass and focused back on the show.

“thank you for everything,” you heard him whisper in your ear, guessing he thought you couldn’t hear him.

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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Sing me my song.

summary: Harry’s feeling insecure after he sees his girlfriend interact with her ex.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: fluff with some angst, happy ending tho.

a/n: this was requested by @hazzalightsupmyworld, hope you like it! Let me know what you think :)

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Relationship wise, Y/N has never been one with luck. She has never had the ability to jump from one relationship to other, it just wasn’t who she was. Instead, she spent several years being in love with the same person.

Ariana and Y/N met after they shared a studio session back in 2015. They wrote some songs together for Ariana’s upcoming album at that time. It took them two months and several cups of coffee to fall in love. Their relationship was mostly private, as neither of them wanted curious eyes all over their every move. Of course the media eventually caught up the two women weren’t just friends, but were romantically involved and after Ariana’s album dropped, it looked pretty serious.

However timing just wasn’t on their side, and for different reasons, they ended up going separate ways. Although that didn’t stop them from remaining friends, Y/N was still in love with her ex-girlfriend. She stayed there through tough times and not even once not dropped everything if Ariana called.

It was some time after their breakup when they found their way back to each other. They thought it was only fair to give it another shot, but it just didn’t work out. They both wanted different things and together came to the conclusion they were better off as friends, so Y/N and Ariana called it quits before they hurt the other bad enough they wouldn’t be able to be friends in the future.

For a lot of time, Y/N thought she wouldn’t be able to fall in love again, or at least have a somehow serious relationship with someone else. It took her time, but eventually she got there. With every day that passed, it got easier to move on.

And that’s when she met Harry.

A kind, shy man who has shown her a completely different side of the world, one that she was completely oblivious of before he came into her life. Although Harry was sure since the beginning about his feelings for her, it took Y/N a little while to open up to him and allow him to take her on a date. Sure, they hung out and stuff, but it was always with other people around in a friendly environment. Now there was nothing wrong with that, but Harry wanted more.

Almost a year after they first met, Harry and Y/N finally started dating. Things were great between the two of them. They both felt like there was something very… real in what they had. Quite frankly, they had never felt like this before. It truly felt like they were building a life together that could easily become a forever thing, and even though for some people it could be scary, for them it wasn’t. It felt good to have something stable after a long time of trying to find something that felt completely real and honest.

It wasn’t until Y/N felt like she was 100% over Ariana that they started talking again. Of course, they had missed each other but they both agreed it wouldn’t be so healthy to try to move on without putting some sort of distance between them. For them, it was so easy to become close friends again. It was like the old times, just with a few boundaries they had agreed on.

Last time Y/N saw her, was on Ariana’s first show of her tour. She had gone to support her, however she did not join her on tour like last time. And it was fine, honestly. Y/N felt like her life was complete now that she had her boyfriend and her best friend in it.

Now Y/N found herself spending more time in London with Harry than anywhere else in the world. And it was slowly starting to become her second home.

Around August, after taking a shower before getting ready to go out with Harry, Y/N received a text. It was from Ariana, she was inviting her to her next concert in London that was in a few days. Y/N bit her lip, thinking what it was best to do. Honestly? She wanted to go. It would be really nice to go see her perform after a few months of not seeing each other, and she could always bring Harry so he’d have a good time too.

“Babe, are you ready? Reservation’s at seven o’clock.” Harry came out of their walk-in closet with his clothes on his hands.

“Yeah, one second.” Y/N sent Ariana a quick text saying she’d ask Harry before looking up at him. “Hey, do you want to go to a concert this weekend?”

“Sure, who are we seeing?”

“Ariana.”

Now, Harry knew their story and how big of a roll Ariana was on his girlfriend’s life, and although it made him insecure at times (not that he’d ever say a word to her about it), he has come to accept that. Also, it wasn’t like Ariana was a stranger to him. They were also friends, just never been really close.

“I mean, I’m down. It’ll be fun if we go.” He shrugged, deciding it shouldn’t have to be a big deal.

“Awesome. I’ll tell her we’re going.” She smiled.

Inside of his head, Harry tried to convince himself they’d have a good time, and everything was going to be fine, although he wasn’t feeling so confident at the moment.

Saturday rolled in and all Y/N could talk about was the concert. She planned an outfit along with hair and makeup that with go along with her clothes. She was excited but also a little nervous. They’d most likely go backstage after the show, and it would be the first time the three of them would be together in the same room.

Harry has called a car that would drive them to the O2 Arena. Unfortunately, they ran a little late due traffic so when they arrived, they had to take her seats in the VIP box immediately because the show was about to start. Harry wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder as they stood there waiting. Now, normally he wouldn’t be anywhere touchy with her if they were in public, but he was feeling particularly clingy today so he didn’t care if tomorrow there would be a billion of pictures of the two of them all over the internet.

The lights when out and the music started, making the twenty thousand people in the arena erupt in screams.

Aside from the two of them, there were other people in the VIP box. A couple of Ariana’s friends Y/N knew and some celebrities.

So far they were having a good time. Harry let loose a little and started dancing with Y/N too. He screamed the lyrics he knew and jumped around just like everyone else. After the fourth song passed, the energy lowered a little as a slower song came into the set list.

Y/N swallowed hard when she recognized the melody. R.E.M. was a song Ariana told her a long ago was written about Y/N a little before they broke up for the second time. In complete honesty, she loved the song. She loved it when Ariana showed it to her that night they stayed up until 2am just talking, long before it was out to the world, and she loved it now that she was hearing it along with twenty thousand people.

It brought a lot of memories back and the song that followed did not help.

Harry noticed her sudden change of behavior but chose to not point it out. Instead, he gave her hand a squeeze that quickly snapped her back to reality. She looked up at him and smiled, leaning into him a little.

Songs like Moonlight, Sometimes or Thinking Bout You, Y/N knew weren’t on the original set list of the concert. They were old songs Ariana didn’t really sing anymore, mainly because they were about her, and she was singing them now.

It only made her more nervous to step into backstage after the concert. And it wasn’t about any lingering feelings, truly. It just was kind of a lot to take in. She was in love with the woman for a long time, for the love of God.

One song before the concert ended, they decided to head backstage to avoid the crowd afterwards. Someone from the security team leaded the way to them and some other people who had the same idea and they waited patiently for the show to end.

“Did you have a good time?” She asked him.

“I did, haven’t danced like that in quite some time.”

“Me too.”

The couple held hands and stayed a little behind. There were people everywhere, both from the staff and friends that were hanging around. They heard Ariana say her goodbyes to the public before she ran off the stage. People rounded her to congratulate her for the show, she went around giving hugs to everybody until her eyes landed in Y/N.

Both girls squealed and crashed into a hug. “You’re here!”

“I promised I’d come, Ari.” Y/N said sweetly.

“I’m so happy you did. I changed the set list after you texted me.” Ariana gave her a dimpled smile, looking directly at her eyes.

“So I noticed.”

Harry caught awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with himself. Ariana and Y/N broke the eye contact as the first one went and hugged Harry. “Thank you for coming, Har.”

“Thank you for the invitation. We had a great time.” He didn’t really mean to, but subconsciously he emphasized the we.

“I’m happy you did.” She said. “I was thinking we could have dinner afterwards. Courtney’s also here somewhere.”

“Absolutely.” Y/N was quick to answer.

“Great, let me take a shower and grab my shit before we go.” Ariana walked away towards her dressing room.

“Do we have to go?” Harry almost whined.

“C’mon, it would be fun. Please?” She gave him those damn puppy eyes she knew he couldn’t resist. So he sighed and nodded, making her squeal. Y/N hugged him before she gave him a quick peck on the lips. “We won’t stay so long, I promise.”

Although he agreed on going, Harry kept quiet for most part of the dinner. Ariana and Y/N sat in front of the other so they were talking the whole time, giggling about things Harry did not understand as they were inside jokes they had. He did not feel comfortable at all by the end of the night, and it didn’t help the fact that Y/N was not acknowledging him.

“You need a ride home?” Ariana asked after dinner was paid and everyone was starting to get up from their seats.

Y/N was about to speak but Harry cut her off. “I have called a car, thank you though.” He didn’t want to sound rude, but he didn’t think he could stand a whole car ride with them probably seating next to each other giggling and whispering things.

“Oh, alright.” Ariana answered slowly. “I’ll be in London until next week, maybe we can meet up?” She said to Y/N.

“Totally, I’ll text you.”

The pair hugged tightly. Ariana waved at Harry a little awkwardly as she has already sensed his jealousy building up.

“Have you really called a car?” Y/N asked when it was only the two of them.

“Are you talking to me now?” He couldn’t help but say. He has in fact called a car, he did it the second they asked for the check. Y/N sighed, not really wanting to start anything while they were still in public.

Not long after that, a black range rover pulled up and they walked towards it to get in. This time, Y/N didn’t seat in the middle to be close to Harry. Instead, each of them sat by each end of the seat. The ride back to the house was quiet, none of them had really nothing to say to the other, but they were also gathering their thoughts because they knew what was going to go down once they entered the house.

The both of them thanked the driver before getting out of the car and into the house. Y/N took off her shoes and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water, Harry following her steps.

“Are you going to tell me what is wrong?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Is there anything wrong?”

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be like that.” She crossed her arms. “There’s something bothering you and I want to know what it is. Did you not have a good time?”

“I was until you started flirting with your bloody ex.” He finally said.

“Flirting? Harry, I was not flirting with her.”

“Yes, you were. And she was flirting with you too!” He accused. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how she was looking at you!”

“According to you, how was she looking at me?”

“Like she was still in love with you! Didn’t you see? She basically serenaded you back in the concert and had no problem admitting it. ‘I included these songs only because you told me you were coming’” He tried to copy her voice. “For fuck’s sake.”

“Well, I can exactly control what songs she includes in her show!”

“Oh, but you clearly enjoyed it, didn’t you? Must have felt good to have all her attention.”

“Now you’re being mean.” She said.

“No, I’m being honest. And I’m sorry if it makes me mad when your ex is all over you!”

“She was-”

“And you can’t even see it. Can’t you see how fucking insecure it makes me feel whenever you talk so highly of her? How am I supposed to top what you had with her?”

Y/N swallowed hard. “It is not a competition, you know? I don’t spend all our time together comparing what we have with what I had with her.”

“For you it might not be. But I do spend a lot of time worrying about you waking up one day and deciding you don’t love me as much as you love her. After all, you have found your way back to each other once, what assures me it won’t happen again?”

“It won’t.” She stated.

“You don’t know that.” He shakes his head. “What if one day you realize you can always go back to her? You’d leave me in a heartbeat.”

“How can you have such little trust in me? I love you, Harry.” Y/N almost cried out. “When my heart was broken, you were the only one there who helped me glue it back together. You. I would have never agreed on going on a date with you if I wasn’t over her.” She paused. “After I met you, I knew I had to get my shit back together so this,” She motioned the space between them. “would work. Because I wanted it to work. You have given me so much,” Her voice broke. “I don’t think I would ever stop loving you.”

“Baby-”

“And I’m sorry if I today I made you doubt that. It wasn’t my intention at all. I was just… I was excited, you know? You have to understand that while I dated Ariana in the past, I’m not in love with her anymore. Do I love her? Yes, I do. But it isn’t the kind of love I have for you, H. What I had with her had an expiration date, and I knew it. But I also know that I want to be with you forever. You’re my forever, not her.”

Harry chocked a laugh, allowing one tear to roll down his left eye. “You’re my forever too, baby.”

“I’m sorry.” She said again before wrapping her arms around his torso. “I love you so, so much. Please believe me.”

“I believe you, I do.” He mumbled before kissing the top of her head, hugging her back. “I’m sorry for being so insecure.”

“I know it isn’t exactly normal to be close with your ex, and i’m still working on setting boundaries.”

“I appreciate that.”

They both sighed happily, enjoying being in each other’s arms. “Do you get as excited as you were today when you listen to the songs I wrote for you?” He asked quietly after a while.

“Just as excited, if not more. I love it when you sing me my song.”

“The one about us dancing in the kitchen or the one about me eating your pu-”

“Way to ruin the moment, Styles.”

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klaineownsmysoul · 3 years

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I just can't believe that there are people who still believe every single word a public figure/celebrity says, most of the time they LIE. Did C lie about some fans harassing his bf? I have no clue, but if someone was indeed harassing him, that is just not correct. There are crazy fans in every fandom. If people still believe every post or tweet is posted personally by the celebrity, they are just naive and gullible. I don't believe in CC, but that's just my opinion. I do believe D is closeted and just because he posts something or says something nice about someone doesn't mean he actually thinks that, it is most likely PR, just like the unnecessary refurbishment of RR's house. People should wake up and not believe everything they see on the internet. Side note: I couldn't even get mad at yesterday's show because everything is just so ridiculous and bad-acted that it's funny.

At this point, if you aren't side-eyeing basically everything that comes out of Hollywood, you are just willfully ignorant. Its all calculated to a specific end and they don't think twice about contradicting their past selves if it serves a current narrative. Case in point: C saying towards the end of glee that he had no idea who D was when he joined the show when there's a whole interview of him talking about seeing D in AVPM way back when. Like season 2 back when. That's just a blatantly obvious, easily disproved and stupid lie. With regards to this podcast mess - I haven't listened to it and I wasn't on tumblr for most of glee's run so I wasn't really privy to a lot of the goings on that happened bts. Can I believe that there were people who crossed the line of fandom and behaved like assholes? Yes, definitely because it still happens. That kind of behavior is not exclusive to the glee fandom. You will find people like that everywhere. Whether or not they did exactly what he said they did - only he knows that for sure. Its a weird thing to bring up now 6 years after the show has ended as it effectively (and unfairly) paints a bullseye on a specific group. I'm not sure what he was hoping to achieve with this. The CC people that I've interacted with here are lovely and would never in a million years even think of things that horrible. Keep your thoughts and opinions to your own little blog and you don't tag the person in your post - its as simple as that. Who are these nobodies who have that much power that they think they can get a complete stranger fired? If they did indeed behave this way, then that is appalling, completely batshit crazy, and unacceptable - they need professional help. Its not funny, its scary. There's no need for that ever. At the end of the day, its his life and what he does with it and who he spends it with is his business. There's a pretty simple solution if you don't like the person anymore or don't like what they are doing: you can simply stop following them. You don't need to engage in some sort of bizarre smear campaign that has real world implications. Remember all those toxic twitter teens who were ready to draw and quarter D a few months back over that nearly 10 year old pic of him or a comment just as old? The awful things they said about him, the nonstop tagging of him and the flooding of every one of his SM posts with their bullshit? The "you're dead to me if you choose to remain a fan of his" ultimatums? I do! That's the kind of stuff that drives celebs away from SM and ruins it for the rest of us that know how to behave. You're creating an issue where there wasn't one and that's sort of what C did here with his comments.

From my point of view, the issue with C and D's SOs isn't so much that they are with other people, but more to the kind of people they seem to be. I don't know much frankly about W. He's not shoved in my face 24 hours a day and a hovering annoying presence at everything C does. You'll find more pics of C solo or with AF than you will with W. That's why he bothers me less and why D takes more criticism on this. But from what I've heard about him, he's said and posted some pretty awful things in the past and if people choose to not like him because of that, that seems valid to me. As fans, we can only judge celebs by what they say and do and our perception of them - its all we have. My dislike of M is not because she's with D and I'm a super jealous old spinster. And its not because I'm a self hating misogynist. Its because of the way she clings to D and his career while doing nothing on her own, the way she uses him for her own selfish purposes, and the hypocritical way she claimed to not to want to be in the public eye but yet shadows D at every event he goes to because it means cameras and photos and recognition as his wife. That tacky awful commercialized wedding was the last straw for me because I haven't been able to hold my tongue since. And if you follow someone long enough, you can get a pretty good idea of when they're being genuine and when they're bullshitting you or in D's case, when its him posting something and when its a member of his team. For example: where he supposedly proposed. By lying about it - either then or now - you've created a mess that didn't previously exist. Its a fairly simple straightforward statement that most people get right the first time: where they asked their SO to marry them. D says Japan, RR says D called him saying he wanted to do it when he was outside a bathroom in Miami. So the answer is either a) D b) RR c) none of the above. I'm going to go with c, thanks. Unless RR is going to come back and say that D decided to ask her in Miami but then waited until they were physically in Japan to do the asking, I'm going to go with neither of you are right and the reason D blew off the question every time he was asked about it by saying he didn't want to bore us is that you hadn't come up with a good enough and believable story yet. Much like the engagement ring that hadn't been locked down until RR could find a designer willing to make a ring with a diamond big enough to soothe her ego and give off the pretense of being legit. He probably put more effort into that than anything in D's career in the last 5 years. Do I think that RR did help D at one point when he was starting out with gigs, jobs, things like that? Sure. No problem. And maybe they were friends and liked to hang out and jam together. But do I also think that D has outgrown him personally and professionally at this point? Hell fucking yes. He needs a grown up to take his career to the next level and RR is not that person. He completely failed to capitalize on all the awards and well deserved hype D got from ACS and for that alone, he should have been fired. He needs someone who wants to do the work because they understand the rare find they have in D and that their job is to promote him, not themselves. The IOU ep was nothing but a self serving hour of D trying to make RR look and sound like he's not a complete waste of space on top of getting a cut of his fee as his manager. If you look at D's page on the very sad H/yphenate website, you will see the 3 biggest roles D's had are not listed. No Blaine. No Hedwig. No ACS. But oddly enough, a mention of his record deal with Columbia, which I thought went kaput ages ago and his hosting of the Teen Choice Awards in 2013. You know - the big times. Why? I'm going to assume its because he got those roles without RR's help so he doesn't want them there and what does that tell you? It should tell you everything. This is why your manager should be your manager and your friends should be your friends. Its like a parent who wants to be their

child's friend instead of the authority figure they need.

Too much of D's SM has the look and feel of pr and useless ads and just flat out nonsense and that falls squarely under RR's domain. He's a 34 year old man with an established career, not a 21 year old newbie just starting out but his SM doesn't reflect that in any way, shape, or form. The sooner D can cut his losses and break free, the better off his career will be, the more adult he will sound, and the happier I will be.

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racheloveyunho · 3 years

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Till death do us part - 3

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 2479

TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: reader got slapped, reader run away from home, abusive and manipulative father, swearing.

The beating of my heart quickened. For the past two years I had dreamed about him every night and now, I was finally able to see him again.

"San!" I shouted happily, finally looking back at the handsome boy. He smiled back at me but his expression became cold again as he stared at Jinyoung. My so-called husband let my wrist go and hardly swallowed his spit.

"Y-you! What are you doing here?"

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Chapter 3

"What? Do you know each other?" I looked up at San for an answer

"His father is a customer of mine. I worked for him a couple of times, right Mr Hwang?"

Jinyoung stepped back with fear written all over his face. He was afraid of San. I somehow understand his feeling, I knew too well how San could be intimidating.

"I wouldn't ever touch Y/N again if I were you." San said with the most cold voice I ever heard in my life "I get upset pretty easily and I can't think straight when anger come over me. I guess you can understand."

"Why are you protecting her, I don't understand!" My fiancé shouted with fear in his voice.

"Because she's mine."

I blushed madly at San's words. Hana squirmed like a fangirl and clapped her hands while making embarrassing noises. I wished she wasn't there at this moment, I was over embarrassed and she wasn't helping me AT ALL.

I hide my face behind my hands. I wasn't paying attention to the two men's conversation anymore until I felt San's grip lightly tightening around me.

I looked up, Jinyoung was gone without my noticing.

"Are you okay?" San whispered to my ear.

‘Does he have to look at me like that? He’s driving me crazy!’

"He left?" I asked.

San nodded before letting me go. Strangely enough, I felt a wave of sadness and disappointment from the loose of contact even though I couldn't say it out loud, San would probably think I'm crazy since I met him just twice.

Quickly, Hana went to my side, grabbing my arm and shaking it with all her strength.

"Are you THE San?" She asked San with her eyes sparkling.

The moment I saw San's smirk I wished I could have run away from here. I looked at Hana with wide eyes and whispered "Could you stop being obvious for God's sake!"

It was no help, Hana was too happy to finally meet the man I talked about every day and she wasn't paying attention to what I was saying "You are indeed handsome!" she exclaimed "Do you have a girlfriend?"

'Oh God.'

"I don't..." he paused "yet" San looked at me with his sharp eyes.

I turned back and hide my red face the best I could. I was not the kind of girl to turn shy easily but San had this effect on me, he made me feel weak in my knees and made my heart raced.

Meanwhile, Hana was the happiest in the world at this moment, she knew that I never was on a relationship before so she was surely excited to play cupid for the both of us.

After a quick chat, which boiled down to Hana asking questions about everything and nothing, San told us that he was going back to his work and had to leave.

He walked away, but I followed him and with all the courage I could muster up, I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked back at me with a surprise expression.

"Can...Can you give me your phone number? It will be easier to see each other this way..." I looked straight at him, facing his usual strong gaze.

However, I wasn't as brave as I wanted to pretend and San wasn't dumb, my shaking hand grabbing his strong wrist was a clue enough for him to know how I really felt.

He smiled at me with a sincere and warm smile for the first time, his dimples in full display, before he gave me his hand. I looked at it, confused, and put my hand on his own.

"Not your hand, give me your phone. Don't you want my number anymore?" he laughed at my action and again, my face turned red.

"Yeah, sure!" I stuttered, giving him my phone. He quickly entered his number on it before giving it back to me.

"Let's talk more often then, Kim Y/N"

Hearing him saying my whole name was something special, a mysterious feeling grew inside of me but it wasn't an unpleasant one.

I waved my hand at him as he walked away, disappearing from my sight.

"I think I need holy water" Hana breathed out.

It was already 9 pm, the sun was giving way to the dark night where the moon reigned as a queen.

It had been a long day, a very long one.

I met Jinyoung, my unwanted fiancé, San helped me against him and Hana hadn't let me get home until I admitted that I had a crush on San.

It was weird to say it, I wasn't familiar with this new feeling. Was it love? Was it possible to feel love towards him already or was it just a physical attraction?

I threw my head on my pillow and yelled on it while shaking powerfully my legs on the bed.

Yes, San was handsome, but he wasn't just that. He had something that attracted me and I couldn't explain what. It was like he was the answer of all my doubts and all of my issues. He was strong and intimidating but at the same time soft and reassuring. The last time I’ve felt this safe in someone’s arms was in my mom’s.

Bip Bip.

I looked at the small screen, a small notification indicating me that I had a new message.

I jumped out of my bed and stood up, excited by just some few words.

San

"Did you get home safely?"

Yes I did! I hope you got home without any issue too :)

No answer.

San didn't seem like the talkative type. I had to choose a topic to continue the conversation or else he wasn’t going to answer.

So...How old are you exactly? Do you still live with your family?

To my surprise, San answered me right away and we both talked for a few hours, totally forgetting about sleep. He talked to me more than I initially thought he would and I was glad for it.

I found out that he lived with his father, mother and older sister in Seoul in a rather affluent neighborhood. He was the same age as me and told me he had always been home schooled so he had a lot of free time.

He was following his father's path and helped him with his work.

I didn't asked him about it but I could easily guess that his dad worked with politicians since he San and Jinyoung knew each other from his dad’s work.

After a three hours long talk, I finally fell asleep while writing a message to San.

San

Sleep tight Y/N.

I slowly opened my eyes when the warm morning light hit my face. It had been a long time since I last sleep that well. I stretched my body and directly texted San.

Hello San! Sorry I fell asleep, I slept well, maybe thanks to all the things that happened yesterday lol!

I waited some minutes but he gave me no response. Was he still asleep?

I went downstairs and only found my father, eating alone. The table seemed bigger than usual without Jin there and I couldn’t help but think about my brother, I hadn't see him since the argument between him and my father and it was worrying me.

"Where is Jin?"

"I don't know where he is living now." My mouth opened at his statement. My unstable eyes were reading his face, trying to figure out and hoping that I heard things wrong.

"What do you mean? He lives here!" I shouted, my voice sounded less confident than usual.

My worry was growing at an incredible speed pace. I felt unwell for some reason and was afraid to understand the real meaning behind my father's word.

"Not anymore. He's an adult now, I no longer have any obligation to keep him home."

I couldn't believe what I was listening to. He kicked his own son out? How dared he?

I was about to shout out at him but his phone rang at the same moment. He took the call and started talking with an unknown correspondent.

His face quickly dropped and then glared at me with angry eyes. I gulped, unaware of the situation.

When he hung up, he angrily stood up and harshly slapped me on the face "What have you done!" he yelled.

My eyes were watering. He hurt me. It was the first time he laid a finger on me.

"Mr Hwang called me! His son, Jinyoung, met you yesterday and want now to end your engagement."

"It's for the best, I never wanted this anyways" I replied curtly.

He was about to slap me again but put down his arm and chuckled darkly "Fine, if you want to be a brat then I will treat you as one"

My father strongly grabbed my arm and dragged me to my bedroom, he was so angry and so harsh, he was, without any doubt, going to leave bruises on my body.

He threw me on the bed and took my phone with him.

"You won't be needing your phone anymore, I'm confiscating it. In the meantime, I want you to think about your behavior." he said "If you don't want to listen to me, then I will show you who is in charge here." he walked away "Ah, and just to say, this week you will took a plane and will go abroad to study." He informed me before locking the door and leaving me alone in my room.

"You can't do this! You can't force me to leave!!" I banged on the door fiercely. It was a nightmare, it couldn't be happening. I sat down, my back against the door and my head on my knees, silently crying.

It was already late at night, I didn't do anything the whole day. The only thing I could do was crying.

I finally wiped my tears away and stood up, determined to leave this house. I took a small bag and filled it with some clothes, wallet and other essential stuffs. I waited until no more noise could be heard in the house and quietly leave the house through the windows.

It wasn't as hard as I thought it will be, I found myself a new talent that night.

I went to the bus station, it was too late so there was no bus anymore.

Shit

I walked to the nearest hotel and went to the reception.

"Excuse me, I broke my phone and I really need to call someone to pick me up to go home. Is it possible to use your phone?" I asked with puppy eyes.

The male receptionist fell right away for my charms and gave me his phone, glad to help a young girl in distress. I thanked him and called my brother.

I silently thanked my good memory and was glad I remembered all the numbers on my phone. "The person you have called is unavailable right now..." the voice announced.

“No way...” my shoulders fell from disappointment. I had no other choice but to let him a message on his phone.

"Hey Jin, it's me... Listen, I had some...problems with dad, he took my phone away so I don't have a lot of way to reach you. I heard that he kicked you out, I hope you did find a place to sleep, hope you're eating well, hope that..." I sniffed, not able to contain myself anymore. "I'm scared Jin, dad wants me to study abroad cause my fiancé brook our engagement. I picked some stuff and now I'm out of the house but I don't know where to go and..." my voice broke because of all the emotions I had inside of me. "I'll call Hana and see if I can sleep at her place or else I'll sleep in a hotel. I love you, I'll call you again tomorrow." I stopped the voicemail message.

This time I tried Hana's number, fortunately she was a phone addict so she would answer to my call. "Yes my love~?" I heard her sleepy voice "Hey Hana" I said, my voice still trembling "What happened? Are you okay?" Her voice suddenly turned serious.

I quickly summarized my situation to her. "Listen, sweetie. Tonight I can't come to you, you have still money right? Sleep in a hotel and tomorrow you will took the first bus and come to my house, okay?" I agreed and hung up before asking a room to the receptionist.

The hotel room was half smaller than mine but it was better than nothing. There was a phone on the side of the bed.

'Should I call San?' I wondered while looking at the phone. Without a second thought, I entered the number of San and waited.

"Hello?"

"San! You answered!" I shouted through the phone, happy to hear his voice "I...I'm sorry I..."

"Where are you?" he asked "What?" I answered, surprised.

"You are not fine, are you? You're voice isn't as clear as usual."

I waited a long moment, I couldn't control my tears as they were running down my cheeks.

"Where are you?" He insisted.

"Dongdaemun hotel, room 322"

"I'm coming. Don't move." his voice softened.

My wait didn't last 20 minutes until I heard a knock on the door. I jumped and opened the door as soon as I heard the sound.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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I hope you enjoy this story so far! In the next chapter, Y/N is going to make a choice for her future life so the story will truly start in the chapter 4.

Of course, I’m not encouraging anyone to run away from home, mostly if you are minor.

Thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter~

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Writing A Character With Borderline Personality Disorder

First of, thank you for wanting to include a Borderline character into your work. We have very little representation in media and when it is there, it’s negative. The antagonist in Single White Female and it’s remake is said to either be Borderline or Bipolar, for example. A few Borderline-coded characters also exist but their symptoms are probably closer to bipolar depression.

Trigger Warning for discussions of suicide, abuse, and hospitalization

What is Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)?

It is called “Borderline” because it is “on the border of psychosis and neurosis. It used to be believed that Borderlines had a tendency to regress into “borderline schizophrenia,” but this really isn’t the case anymore. The term was coined in 1938 and there have been attempts to rename it but this is what it’s called for now.

Here is the raw list from the DSMV. My notes are below and italicized. Important take-always are in orange text.

Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment; this does not include suicidal or self-mutilating behavior covered in criterion 5.

A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation

Markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self

Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (eg, spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating) [5] ; this does not include suicidal or self-mutilating behavior covered in criterion 5

Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-mutilating behavior

Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood (eg, intense episodic dysphoria, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days)

Chronic feelings of emptiness

Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (eg, frequent displays of temper, constant anger, or recurrent physical fights)

Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms

Generally, a diagnosis is only given if a person has at least 5 of these symptoms.

My comments:

Re: #1 There doesn’t have to be a literal abandonment in childhood. For me, I was emotionally abandoned by both my mother and father during my formative years. My mother also hated physical contact so now I have an impulse to seek it constantly. Touch-starvation is an easy trait to add to your Borderline character.

The stipulation in #1 that the frantic efforts cannot be the behaviors listed in #5 means that a Borderline person might: drive 3 hours in the middle of the night to the person who they feel might abandon them; do some extreme begging or bartering to keep the relationship. Also important: these do not have to be romantic relationships.

Re: #3 If Dissociative Identity Disorder means a person has multiple distinct personalities, for BPD we generally feel like an incomplete person, like we only have fragments of a whole personality.

A common joke in the BPD community is “Oh, you have a great personality.” And the Borderline person’s response is, “thanks, I made it specially for you!” You may also hear Borderlines called “chameleons” because we take pieces of other people’s personalities and incorporate it into ourselves. It can be a fictional character, too. I incorporated a lot of NBC Hannibal’s Will Graham into my personality at a point. Another aspect of this is that Borderlines are very good at code-switching. For me, when I’m in a new group of people, I have to “feel out” the vibe and everything and then alter my behavior to fit this social circle. Most people do this to some extent but Borderlines do it constantly and unconsciously and often extremely well. It’s not meant to be manipulative. It’s unconscious, we can’t control it.

Re: #8 The anger is a big one for me and it often leads to homicidal ideation. But Borderlines are incredibly unlikely to act on it.

Other Borderline Behaviors

Favorite Person/FP: Probably the most important aspect of BPD. An FP is specific to BPD. It can be a romantic partner, a crush, a parent, an authority figure, a sibling, or a child (specifically the child of the person with BPD of they have kids). This is the single most important thing in a Borderline’s life. An FP is an idealized person who can never do any wrong in our minds. Even abusive behaviors will be overlooked or reframed.

We don’t always have an FP and I’ve also never heard of someone having 2 FPs simultaneously. I had 2 at the same time once but I would split on one and then idealize them other one. I would never idealize both at the exact same moment. A real or imagined negative interaction with an FP can make or break a Borderline’s day and if it is negative, they can “split” on them.

Splitting/Black-And-White Thinking/All-Or-Nothing Thinking: Borderlines “split” on people, usually an FP. This is how an interaction with an FP can “make or break” your day. If an FP doesn’t text us back right away we might think they don’t like us anymore or are mad or will leave us. So we, unconsciously without our control, “split” on them. When “splitting negative” on a person it is impossible to recall good memories of the person, or they are framed negatively. A once loved birthday gift from an FP might now be seen as insincere or irrelevant. This is the “devaluation” mention in criteria #2.

However, once the person texts back, say 2 hours later, we usually split back, and now the person’s real or imagined negative behaviors are gone and they are once again idealized, as mentioned in criteria #2. You can see how taxing such a sudden shift in emotions can be for a person.

It is also taxing on the FP if they are present during the split or received panicked or angry messages with the above scenario. It causes fights and the FP might view the Borderline person as “Bipolar” “irrational” or “unstable”.

We can split on people that are not FPs.

Tips For Your Character

Your Borderline character could easily be in out-patient therapy. I won’t go into the details but they could be in DBT (Dialectical Behavioral Therapy). The structure is 2 sessions a week, one with a small group, and then another one-on-one with their psychiatrist who is probably also running the group. Psychiatrists need special training to treat people with BPD.

Your character would also do “diary cards” each day and record their mood and any notes about their day. These are easy to add in as throw-away comments like “I’m going to therapy, I’ll be back in an hour or so” or “damn it, I forgot to do my diary card”.

Fun fact: Therapists have been known to drop clients upon finding out they have BPD or giving them the diagnosis because apparently some therapists can’t handle us.

Your character might also be on some medication and an easy scene for angst could be them refusing to take their medication, forgetting to take it, or the meds being of of balance and them needing to go to an ER to be stabilized (usually they become suicidal or paranoid) and have their meds adjusted. This happened to me once. Lithium can be used in extreme cases as a medication but usually a combination of anti-depressants and mood-stabilizers is used.

BPD is often comorbid with depression so your character will probably exhibit depression symptoms as well.

Final Thoughts:

As long as you don’t make your Borderline character the antagonist or a manipulative partner who kills pets like in Single White Female, you should be fine.

Edit: tumblr glitched and I didn’t mean to post this now. I’ll try to get on my laptop when I get home and add a read more.

If you need clarification on anything or additional resources feel free to DM me or come into my inbox!

#writeblr #writing borderline characters #writing mentally ill characters #writing resources

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vivithefolle · 3 years

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I was always confused by Hermiones behavior towards Ron in OOTP. Was she trying to hide her feelings? because she didn't really gave him any signs. Why she was so nasty at him with the teaspoon thing. Was she trying to make him jealous with the letters? What did or didn't she understand from Ron giving her the perfume. Is all this just JKR being stupid because she don't want them together before the very end. Sry for all these questions but I am rly confused can you plz help Vivi?

Once again, I’ll copy one of my Quora essays!

it’s a stereotype to say that girls resort to underhanded tactics when it comes to dating, or like to “test” their partner’s love… but it’s a stereotype for a reason: there are teenage girls who resort to those tactics.

The archetype of the Tsundere exists as an exaggeration of the traits some teenage girls demonstrate when they find themselves in a position of vulnerability such as “having a crush on someone”.

For someone as prideful as Hermione is, having a crush on someone is extremely threatening.

Hermione prides herself in her logic and intelligence. The validation she receives from getting good grades is something she needs, because she’s very insecure deep down. She thinks all she has to offer is her intelligence, and as she goes from a little girl to a young woman, this causes her grief because she doesn’t want to be just “intelligent”. As her body develops and changes, she finds that being the smartest one in the room isn’t enough anymore - she still loves being the smartest in the room, but she wants more than just that, she wants validation for other things. That’s why she was extremely hurt when Ron tactlessly (and Rowling-ly) remarks “you’re a girl” - she wants to be seen as a girl, as a woman, as more than a walking brain. She wants validation that she is a girl, and beautiful, and sexy, and capable of making heads spin. She needs “sexual” validation, for lack of a better term.

Of course she doesn’t really realize those feelings. All she knows is that it hurts when Ron seems to consider her “one of the guys”, or looks at girls that aren’t her. She likes it when he compliments her, but she’s also angry at him because he only ever seems to compliment her intelligence and damn it, she wants him to compliment something else! She wants him to look at her, REALLY look at her! Look at her like he looks at the pretty girls!

Little does she know that Ron does look at her, but he probably thinks he’s a pervert for doing so. Because - because she’s Hermione! She’s not like other girls, she’s not - she’s not the kind of girl you ogle! She’s the kind of girl you gift flowers to - roses, they’re her favourite - the kind of girl you have long, meaningful talks with - not sure if they’re always meaningful, but they sure talk a lot together! - she’s the kind of girl you… the kind of girl you love, not the kind of girl you just look at…

*wistful sigh* Mutual pining, mutual admiration, slow burn, +100k words…

But truth is, many people go around saying that Hermione treating Ron harshly and treating pretty much every boy (with exceptions like Draco Malfoy) more gently is because she actually doesn’t like Ron, and likes anyone but Ron.

When the truth actually is that… Hermione is awful. No, no, seriously, when Hermione is in love, she’s terrible. She can be a nice friend but when she’s in love with you she’s horrible. Especially since she’s a teenager.

Hermione is a prime example of a Tsundere.

The cute, blushy, giggling Hermione who flirts with [insert character here] and cries delicately when she’s rejected? Pure fanfiction. Canon Hermione keeps her love aggressively hidden behind countless iron walls, only letting it peek through when she’s absolutely sure the person she likes isn’t looking.

“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room. “It was -” Harry began. “Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. - Order of the Phoenix

Rare footage of the Hermione Granger, scientific name Selfinsertus Overratedus, displaying interest in specimen of mighty fine hunk

Hermione isn’t sweet and tender and kind with the one she loves. At least, the teenage Hermione isn’t. She’s harsh, she’s disdainful and only gives out breadcrumbs of affection once in a while as part of the complicated mind game she’s playing.

You see, Hermione is never going to make the first move. You must be the one to ask her out, because she sure as hell ain’t going to do it for you.

This is due, I think, to the events of Goblet of Fire. Viktor Krum asks her out because Rowling absolutely wants Hermione to be the ugly duckling who transforms into the beautiful swan, so she brings in Cardboard Cutout With No Personality Aside From Being Famous to woo her self-insert.

Now Hermione has gotten the experience of being asked out, and being a rather socially awkward person who also hates being vulnerable - more on that later - well, now she just assumes that if someone asked her out once, then anyone who does like her can do the same.

Which is why she doesn’t realize that Ron is actually aware he loves her. There’s a big comedy of assumptions going on in Romione’s love story.

Hermione believes that Ron either 1) likes her but is oblivious to his own feelings and so she thinks she has to “give him hints” to make him realize it. Emphasized best by this exchange:

Hermione laughed. “Harry you’re worse than Ron [at understanding girls]… well, no, you’re not, “ she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy.

“I’ve sent him so many signals and yet he doesn’t notice. Woe is me!”

2) doesn’t actually likes her, but sees her just as a good mate or worse, as another sister.

Hermione keeps flip-flopping between her two assumptions throughout the series, all because of her biggest assumption: she thinks that if Ron was interested in her, he would ask her out. Because Viktor Krum was interested in her, and he asked her out, so why wouldn’t Ron do the same? They’re both boys and she’s a girl, after all. Isn’t that how it works?

This is also why Hermione’s “““invitation”““ to the Slug Club isn’t even an invitation - really, it’s worse than Ron’s invite to the Yule Ball, at least he was actually offering her to come:

“We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, […], “and I was going to ask you to come, but […] I won’t bother.”

“I was going to ask you to come but I won’t bother.”

This is literally what she says. It’s more of a “look Ron! An invite! If you’re good maybe I’ll think about letting you have it!” than anything else.

It’s because this is Hermione’s last resort. The ultimate humiliation. She has to resort to inviting Ron when in her mind, he’s supposed to be the one asking her out. He’s the boy! He’s supposed to do it! (And this is why I laugh at all the fools who claim that Hermione is the pinnacle of feminism. Seriously, the girl is more of a misogynist than any other character in the series.)

Hermione failed to take into account that Ron’s insecurity cripples him worse than she imagines, and that he copes with it differently than she copes with her own insecurities.

And this is the part where I explain about Hermione’s hatred of being vulnerable.

You see, I can relate quite a lot to Hermione - I see a lot of me in her, and a lot of people who hurt me in the past as well.

Bullied because she was an easy target, being the know-it-all and local teacher’s pet? Yep. Bullied for her appearance (I got braces when I was 8 and have been wearing glasses since I was a toddler, she had her bushy hair and buck teeth)? Can relate. Cried easily? Super check. Rule enforcer when the teachers weren’t around? Mega check.

And naturally, when you’re such a water fountain as I was, there’s nothing more humiliating than ending up crying in front of your bullies. You quickly learn that it will bring you nothing but more bullying. More humiliation. More vulnerability.

Hence why you start despising any form of vulnerability you find in yourself.

Obviously, being in love? That’s one of the most terrible things you can find yourself in when you’re afraid of being vulnerable. Because, oh god, your feelings are completely insane around the person. They make or ruin your day. You keep wanting to show them how cool / great / impressive you are, and you try desperately to mask all your little faults so they will hopefully return your feelings.

Given that Hermione is already not the most socially-aware battering ram in the knife drawer, she acts especially nasty to Ron, because she’s overcompensating for the vulnerability he makes her feel. And she most likely isn’t even aware of it! Forget Fanfic Hermione cringing as she realizes how mean she sounds, welcome Canon Hermione who just doubles down on a pointless argument just to drive home how totally in control she is and how Ron has absolutely zero effect on her, no siree!

In short: Hermione overthinks. She overthinks everything. She’s overthinking every of Ron’s actions, she’s assuming he’s either out to get her because she assumes he’s perfectly aware of her crush on him and he’s just toying with her (this is the very insecure, pessimistic Hermione speaking), she’s assuming he’s completely oblivious to her feelings and so she uses the ages-old technique of the “subtle hints” to make her feelings known to him (and fails miserably because she doesn’t want to put herself out there too much in case he rejects her, which would be the ultimate humiliation and the worst possible thing to happen to her, in her teenage girl mind), and she’s assuming he’ll never like her the way she likes him, all the while being woefully oblivious to the fact that Ron does want to be with her but she keeps sending him signals that she sees him as a troublesome child rather than a potential partner.

All in all, a teenage Hermione in love is utter torture. She’s her own worst enemy, and it’s only when she decides to let go of it all - of the mind games, of the distancing, of the passive-aggressive; of the overthinking - and just takes a chance that her efforts bear fruit.

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

(As much as I’m disillusioned with Romione, this kiss is still one of my favourite parts of the series. They mutually sweep each other off their feet for god’s sake, you wish your ship would.)

#vivi answers #ask #romione #hermione granger #ron weasley #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley defence squad #hp fandom #hp meta #character analysis #hp analysis #romance #teenagers

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This pandemic has brought out the worst in me. My sleeping schedule is a mess (I go to sleep at 6am and wake up at 2pm), I'm barely able to get out of the bed, I can barely do the dishes and take out the trash, I spend too much time on YouTube and inside my head, thinking about all the stuff I wanted to work on but being unable to do it.

My memory has also gotten worse - if it's not something I'm not obsessed with then I'll not remember the details. I was trying to snap myself out of this hazy floating by trying to focus my mind at least on reading, which is something I absolutely love, but now I'm unable to focus even on a plot I find interesting and intriguing, my mind immediately starts to wander, or I need to do at least 2 things at once (reading and checking Reddit, or reading and listening to some ambient music). I've also started to not finish stories where I once used to read a book a day.

I know the theory of what I should be doing, but that's it. I'm unable to JUST DO it. I think my Te is trying to motivate me by trying to wake up my conscience, but it's not enough. I hate this because I know I can do things and concentrate and be responsible and productive, but because I'm fine and all my basic needs are met I don't have the need to pull myself together. I used to fuel my 7 by travelling and observing people, but now that we need to stay home, and I have covid (so my friends bring me groceries), my 9w1 core sloth is all too happy to be left alone, with my devices.

I know that this pandemic brought pandemic fatigue with it, plus it's spring and I'm always tired in spring (plus my years-long medical issues with thick blood and low blood pressure), but it's driving me crazy that I could've gotten better at my hobbies and could've reached some of my goals by now only if I DID things. Things that used to work don't help anymore. And then I don't even stay mad long because some new video distracts me.

Is there something from a mbti perspective that can help to start doing things and concentrating on them? (For context I'm an ENFP 9w1 7w6 2w3)

Also thank you so much for this blog, thank you for helping lost souls find their way and be better people, both inside their head and outside when interacting with the outer world ❤️ I haven't been studying mbti for that long but so far I've seen so much valuable information on your blog, and for free!

Are you mad enough at yourself yet to change your behavior?

That's really the bottom line here, because you KNOW that YOU have to start being responsible and doing things and not just wasting your time... but YOU are the only person who will force yourself to do things.

A couple of thoughts. First, I recognize this phenomenon / brain fog. It happened to me several times last year during the pandemic (where I am, things are opening up, so hopefully they will soon for you as well) and I hated it. My mind was unclear, I had lots of things I needed to do but could not focus on any of them. It was, to be honest, a Si grip, which yanks you out of Ne-dom (possibilities, excitement about doing projects, seeing things made real) and turns your intuition into a "fog." There's no access to Fi (do I care about this? if I care, am I a principled person enough to do it?) and no Te (how am I going to prioritize my tasks?), just Si (I'm comfy doing nothing and feeling depressed) and flits of Ne, which only show up as being bored, easily distracted, etc. So some of this is a Si grip, and some of it is general depression (being unfocused, sleeping in late, not taking care of yourself, no motivation even for things you love, unable to finish things). You need to approach it by dealing with both -- getting back into your stronger functions (Ne: envisioning possibilities and finding a purpose, Fi: drawing upon your character and who you want to be and what you care about, to take action, Te: making a plan, forcing yourself to do what needs done, and keeping track of your progress to self-motivate) -- and by recognizing and admitting that you are depressed, and asking what you can do about it.

Second, you have built up some BAD habits during the pandemic. I get it. I fell into some of this as well last autumn, when I ceased being my usual productive self and started leaving work (from home) at 3pm every day. I developed a bad habit of just watching television, which numbed my brain and ultimately bored me. It's only now that I have hope and can go to the store without a mask on that I am feeling happier (my little 7 wing rejoices and has PLANS) and can work through into the late afternoon. I'm re-establishing a schedule that is productive throughout the day instead of allowing myself to "meander" in life. So what you need to do is look at your habits. Make a list of them. Look at what you told me: basically, it is I have become undisciplined, my sleep schedule is bad, and then I wake up late and feel lazy so I don't do anything. What is ONE THING that would jolt you into a different routine? Go to bed on time. Set a time every night, shut off all your devices an hour ahead of it, read a book until you get sleepy, and go to sleep. Wake up at a decent hour. If you wake up at 7am instead of 2pm, your body won't fall into its usual "welp, afternoon is half over, guess I'll watch YouTube" habit. It will go -- wait, what new habit are we forming? Breakfast? Then work?? Okay!

Lastly, and this is HUGELY important for an ENFP -- decide the night before what you are going to accomplish or work on tomorrow. Why? It prepares your brain to know what is expected from it. Unless I do this each night, and have a notion of how I am going to spend my time, my Ne goes ?!?! and I get very little done or waste three hours trying to decide what to do. But if I say, "Okay, tomorrow I am finishing chapter four," I usually finish chapter four (and then some). Today, I have to work at my paying job. I knew this last night, so I am mentally clear and prepared to focus only on the task at hand. I don't treat today as "mine." It belongs to my employer. I know what I am going to do, I intend to do it, and when I get home, I know what else I can work on. Learn to create this habit each night before bed. Decide what tomorrow is going to be like and commit to it.

As for tasks you don't want to do that still need done -- just do them. You can spend 2 weeks avoiding them, or spend an hour and get it over with so you don't feel like crap about yourself because you have kept avoiding it for weeks. Decide, "Tomorrow, I am doing that thing first thing in the morning," and then do it.

You will find that when you start setting yourself tasks (Te) that your Ne starts working properly again -- it will become more focused, less hazy, and more interested in what you can contribute, rather than just mindless "consuming." It's fine to have a down day now and again (even so, it's also useful to have a vague idea the night before of what this day will contain, even if it's fun -- it's fun and exciting to anticipate things) but your life NEEDS structure, or you won't do anything.

I hope you can pull yourself out of this, because you won't be happy unless you do. ENFPs need to get things done, contribute, feel like they are moving forward, and have something to show for their time. Without it, they will get angry at themselves -- as you well know.

#question #mbti #enfp #depression #self growth #spiritual development

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villainsblog97 · 3 years

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Ateez as Your Boyfriend

Okay so I know I already did one of these, but I wanted to do it again, (I’m also working on a new Stray Kids one too)

Warning: Same as always (mild language, extreme fangirling)

Scenario: Boyfriend, Romance, Fluff, all that cute stuff...

Hongjoong

My baby!!!

Hongjoong will be the best boyfriend ever

He loves spoiling you

With anything and everything

Gifts, food, attention, you name it

He just loves you so much

He calls you Jagiya

He will call you it really loud when he feels threatened by other guys

We’re talking like...

“MY JAGIYA!!!”

Followed by lots of a hugs and kisses

He’s not afraid of a little PDA

But he can also get shy too

You’re the same way

You’ll boast about your beautiful man in front every girl that drools over him

and that can get difficult...

You are dating an idol afterall

If you guys fight

There...will...be...tears

Hongjoong isn’t afraid to show his emotions to you

He will cry in front of you, or hold you when you’re trying to leave

You won’t be able to help it

You’ll fall in his arms and apologize a million times

After you’ve made up

You two will be cuddled up either on the couch or on the bed

He loves cuddling with you

Okay I’m done hurting my heart... bye!

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is the mom

So he’s gonna take such good care of you

He already acts like your husband

Don’t take this badly

He both hates and likes when you get sick

So he can take care of you and hold you close and check up on you

Not like really sick

If you’re really sick

he becomes a worried mess

(Gonna get a little PG-13 friends)

Seonghwa looks like a hella good kisser

With that being said

His lips drive you insane

You two can’t just kiss

No no no

It becomes an intense make out session

However!

All that goes away when you two fight

Seonghwa becomes weak

and heartbroken

He can’t focus on anything because his mind is just so clouded

He has to get you back

He’ll apologize to you on the phone, then ask if he can see you

Then he’ll give you a proper apology and he’ll hold you in his arm so gently and give you all the love he knows you deserve

Yunho

THIS LITTLE MF IS MESSING ME UP AND I DON’T LIKE IT!!!

Okay...

Yunho is mostly a romantic

You are his baby

And he’ll let the whole world know it

Yunho is like the perfect boyfriend material

and if you know me...

Because he’s so tall (If you know me, you know what’s coming)

Forehead kisses

He loves to hold your small figure against his tall figure

He can also pick you up like nothing

Yunho is also a total dork

So most of the relationship, you’re gonna be laughing

a lot of cuddling too

(Oh my heart)

He loves talking on the phone with you

Lots of video calls and messages

He’s like the best boyfriend ever

But with relationships

comes conflict

You two can get into some pretty heated arguments

But Yunho can’t stand fighting with you

He’ll end the fight by pulling you into his arms and just holding you

“Jagiya.... let’s stop fighting now... please?”

Don’t Hurt This Boy

You can’t fight with him anymore, he’s not gonna let you go until you two say sorry and kiss and make up

Yeosang

Yeosang is gonna treat you two different ways

You’re either his princess

or his target

Yeosang can be a teasing little shit

He’s not afraid to roast the absolute HELL out of you

but then he’ll cuddle you afterwards and just say he was kidding

But we all know he wasn’t

However he does spoiling you

Lots of dates

his favorite name for you is princess or honey

He always buys you little things to let you know he’s thinking of you and he loves you very much

He’s a sweetheart

You love him a lot too

He always makes you smile

He likes to hold you on the couch and kiss your head

I can’t see a lot of fights between you guys

but if there is one

He’s gonna ponytail dance his way back to your heart

followed by a lot of kisses and cuddles

It works every time

Yeosang doesn’t really get a lot of screen time or lines

it lowkey makes you sad

so you make sure you extra hype him up on that kind of stuff

Which always puts a smile on his face.

San

This is gonna hurt

This is my Ultimate bias wrecker

Okay here we go

You are not San’s girlfriend

No no no

You are his queen

the love of his life

you are his Everything

He will let everyone know it too

Always makes sure you’re watching his performances

San has a very sexy jealous side

The glares he makes at the other guys

He won’t ever admit that he’s jealous though

but you know

San has two sides, much like his off and on stage appearance

He can be really sweet and gentle

or he can be aggressive and passionate

For the most part its very sweet and gentle

Fights with San always hurt him more than you

It makes him cry

and San doesn’t cry a lot

this of course breaks your heart

and you almost run at full pace into his arm and apologize profusely

He wraps his arms around you and holds you as you run your fingers in his hair

“I can’t loose you baby...ever”

Mingi

Our dear Mingi, we miss you so much and hope you are doing well and we also hope you will be back with your brothers soon!

Okay

Mingi is so beyond precious and gentle

Like no one hurt this beautiful soul

You are Mingi’s pride and joy...

He will put everything he can on hold for you

He tries to spend as much time with you as he can

Mingi loves your dates

I get the feeling they would be really random

Like arcade dates, cafe, movies, ice skating

He tries to make sure he clears his schedule for you

You love to fall asleep next him

He’ll hold you in his arms until you fall asleep

He always admires you while you sleep

you think it’s slightly creepy

but he always insists it’s romantic

There is no way you can ever fight with Mingi

Maybe like little bickers

But he’ll just give you some space until you show up at his dorm at like 2 in the morning

Then he’ll just smile, nod and pull you into his arms

You of course will cry and lay your head against his chest

He’ll just hold you and pet your hair

“I know baby...It’s okay”

Wooyoung

You better buckle up for one hell of a ride with Wooyoung

He’s such a crackehead

and He’s loud AF

But he loves you a lot

and he always tries to put on a mature look for you

But that rarely happens

Only when you need him to be on his “best behavior”

Other than that

Wooyoung is your goofball

He’s also a total flirt

You’ve been dating for a while now and he still uses pick up lines on you

It makes all the guys cringe

you too

You two are always cracking up with literally everything

And that laugh of his...

It’s so contagious it makes you laugh as well

Fights with Wooyoung feel like the end all the time

He doesn’t really reach out to you because he’s afraid he’ll lose you

But eventually one of you ends up reaching for the other

Wooyoung will hold you and refuse to let go, because he’s afraid he’ll loose you for good next time

Jongho

Jongho will always be our baby

but you’re also his baby

Now he isn’t a lot into PDA

or a lot of skinship

I feel like he’s kind of a shy boyfriend

He get’s embarrassed easily

especially if the guys start teasing him

His ears will be burning up

you’ll think he has a fever or something!

“Jongho.... are you okay??”

He knows how to date

but he’s still new to it too

He doesn’t want to mess up anything

He’ll ask his hyungs for advice

He’ll also ask you a lot of questions

He wants to know all about you

Your likes and dislikes

you favorite food, color, movie

He wants to know it all

Fights with Jongho I don’t see lasting for very long

I kind of see you guys just laughing it off

or giving each other so time to yourselves

Then you two will come running back to each other

might even share your first kiss!

That’s all for Ateez guys! Don’t forget to support their comeback and stream I’m the One!

#ateez #hongjoong #Seonghwa #Yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #boyfriend scenario #romance #fluff

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