#ALSO why do they keep doing the same shit

[theinstagrahame]

I don't want it to seem like I'm shitting on this, because I think it's really good to put it in perspective that reaching any audience is a good thing. I am very much pro small creators.

Same time, my old podcast got about 30 regular downloads. Suggesting that we had about 30 fans. But, that was ultimately not enough to keep me going. I was doing a lot of editing, recording, and promo, and couldn't move the needle past those 30 downloads. Which is why I ran out of steam and stopped making the show.

And like, 30 people like your stuff, that is not nothing. But it's also okay if that's not enough to sustain your interest in a project. You succeeded. You made something and people like it? Hell yeah. Go you.You don't need a big audience to be a success.

But you also don't need to keep draining your energy for a small one either.

Something I found on Twitter that really puts things in perspective as a creator.

[hotmusclebabe]

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sevika x reader oneshot/headcanon combo .ᐟ.ᐟ 3k words.

tags: socially awkward/strange/offputting reader x sevika .... sevika and reader are coworkers! fluff, sevika has one sided beef with the reader for a portion of the fic. completely sfw! :)

summary: a scenario in which sevika and reader both work for silco and rarely interact. co-worker!reader pays absolutely no attention to sevika and has the main goal of keeping to themself and avoiding any human interaction possible. reader is kinda just a weirdo and minds their business... leads to sevika having one-sided beef with the reader, because in sevika's mind quiet means plotting something mischievous. (the beef is NOT REAL!! sevika has a crush > < )

notes: this is sort of a mess but also the first fic i've felt compelled to upload... BIGGEST shoutout to @massiveragingdyke for proofreading my work and being the source of most of my motivation to finish writing .·°՞(˃ ᗝ ˂)՞°·. wouldn't have uploaded this without them! hope you guys enjoy <3

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You've worked under Silco for quite some time, purely on the basis of, "I need money and I also would like to keep my life so I'm going to work for a drug-lord that will provide me money and security. Having said that, you don't quite branch out of your own bubble of comfortability if you can strain against it. You work, grab a bite to eat, and then go to your flat.

When it comes to Sevika, all you can say is that you know of her. You don't speak to her at work, nor do you have the desire to— you don't want to speak to anyone, not if you can help it.

Sevika would be lying if she said it didn't rub her the wrong way. She thinks you have some sort of vendetta against her. Moments you interpret as brief and to the point are the same moment Sevika quotes to Silco as "acts of defiance and disrespect."

Sevika sitting in Silco's office and saying, "Told her to get me a whiskey and she went, is that all?" and Silco replying, "That's her job, Sevika."

Not once had you ever considered that Sevika thought you disregarded her character in this way, which is why you never quite had a change in your attitude about her.

Sevika will eventually start doing things to "get back at you." You don't take it as a sign of hatred or frustration at all, and will completely brush it off— you think she's either made a mistake or did not mean anything by it. It is absolutely shredding her soul that you just do not give a shit.

The back of your hand swipes your forehead as you finish closing up after your shift. Every time you've worked the bar, you'd been the unlucky one who wound up having to wash the dishes. So long as you were allowed to choose what was playing on the juke box, you had no qualms about that. Unbeknownst to you, Sevika had been sitting and stewing on her annoyance. She'd been holding onto two cups of whiskey, half full. She downs both of them, walking straight up to the counter after. "You forgot two," she tells you, voice rough. She'd done it intentionally, right when you finished washing all the dishes up and washing your hands. That'll show you! "Oh. Thanks." You reply, taking the cups to the sink without any other reaction. Sevika's eye twitches.

For the life of her, Sevika cannot understand your attitude. You don't care about dishes. You don't care about annoying patrons. You don't care about cuts or raises in your pay, which she had done through Silco strictly for the purpose of seeing what you'd do.

Most of your other coworkers have noticed your attitude, or, your lack thereof. The better half of Silco's goons and pinheads cannot seem to comprehend why Sevika has such a bone to pick with an employee that does nothing but their job and heads home.

Ran, who is just as silent, if not more than you are, has picked up on Sevika's growing disdain for you as well. Being the curious creature they are, they begin to wonder the extent of what you will not care about. They let patrons in later than allowed. They swap your coffee with water. On one occasion, a man had hopped onto the table, removed his shirt, and swung it over his head— to which you did not even bat an eyelash at, simply shouting, "no climbing on furniture!" before you went back to serving drinks.

One day, Silco calls for the bar to close early— something about an enforcer visit. So, rather than closing at 3 in the morning, the bar closed at 9. Sevika decides that now is her chance.

Getting a break like this is extremely rare. Though you could have utilized your free time to perhaps go out bar-hopping, clubbing, something of the sort… you simply didn't have the energy. Sitting on one of the dusty couches in the backroom, you lean back, head tilted towards the ceiling. There's a bag of cheese curls at your side, and you shove chips into your mouth while your eyes are shut. God, you needed this break… "Hey." A voice beckons out to you, and you nearly jump out of your skin. "What the hell are you doing back here?" You don't have an explanation. "Um," you rub your eyes with the back of your hand, not wanted cheese dust on your face. "Taking… a break?" You swallow, sitting up and looking at Sevika. "Its, um," You don't know how to speak to her. Is she considered your boss? Your superior? Your coworker? "Pilite snack. I stole them from Jericho's stand when he wasn't looking." Without thinking, you hold the bag of cheese curls out to Sevika. "Do you… want some?"

After this interaction, Sevika doesn't know what to make of you. You were strangely nice to her. Moreover, Sevika realized that's the only time she's really approached you. Now that she's done it once, her efforts to speak to you have increased.

Ran, already having been curious about you and Sevika, starts paying attention to how the relationship between you and Sevika was unfurling. They're enjoying the drama. They picked up on the fact that it was very likely Sevika already liked you beforehand, but just did not know how to form a relationship without you approaching her first.

Sevika was usually the one being chased. Women at the brothel fawned over her, Silco's henchmen envied her… and here you were. You just didn't pay any particular mind to her if she didn't approach you. Having to actively ask for attention was a large shift, but Sevika's come to be more partial to the idea of pursuing you-- she's starting to enjoy it.

The Last Drop had hollowed out for the night. Most patrons had either left, or had been dragged out after passing out while drunk. To no one's surprise, you were on dish duty yet again. Humming quietly along to the song playing on the jukebox, you carefully pack away all the cleaned dishes. Sevika had been sitting at the counter, waiting for you to finish silently. She's found herself in your presence more often lately. "Quiet night?" "I wish," is all you sigh in response. "What're you waiting for?" Sevika pauses once you ask her that. What is she waiting for? She thought that to you, the answer would be obvious— she's waiting for you. But she hadn't put much thought into it. "Thought the one thing you were good at was minding your business." Despite the defensiveness in her tone, you smile. "Fair enough. Keep your secrets."

Oh, how Sevika loved that. You never pried, not unless she made it clear she wanted to talk. You weren't quite so interested in her past, rather in what she had to offer towards the future. As more time passed by, Sevika found herself becoming more and more fond of you.

If you're more oblivious to the fact that she likes you, Sevika will begin to feel out of her element. Not one to beat around the bush, Sevika would do things portray her interest in you— but maybe it's a little subtle, too subtle for you to pick up on. She waits for you after your shifts, personally buys you some snacks that she thinks you might like, wards off drunk or annoying patrons; anything she could do to make the burden of living in Zaun a little lighter, she would do.

Due to you not being aware of her silly crush, Sevika begins to think you just don't care. And then she'll become frustrated again— she's not going to be running around and doing little tasks and errands to catch your attention. She's Silco's right hand, one of the most dangerous women in Zaun, and here she is buying cheese curls for a bartender that won't give her the time of day!

In an act of defiance, one day, she won't wait for you at the end of your shift— or interact with you act all. And then one day turns to another, and she's gone a week without speaking to you. The first day, you had noticed, but rather assumed that she was not ignoring you, but instead was feeling under the weather. You assumed the same on the second day, and then the third day began to feel more suspicious…

Sitting at the small coffee table in Silco's office, Sevika holds a clipboard in her lap, eyes skimming the recent shipment reports. Too much work for one person, and not a whole lot of time. Wedged between her fingers is a cigar, ashes falling ungraciously onto the ashtray beside her. Her eyebrows are set in an annoyed expression, which doesn't alleviate when she hears the door knock. "Silco's not taking any visitors." When you realize she's in there, you inhale deeply before opening the door. "Not here for Silco," you say as you step through. She doesn't say anything, her eyes still glued to her report. "You doing okay?" Raising an eyebrow, Sevika gives you a look of confusion. "Why are you asking?" "Haven't seen you in a week," you reply. "Thought you got sick or something." Ego slightly bruised, she sighs. "No. Just got busy." She shifts over on the couch, leaving some room. "Come sit."

Sevika is more direct with her feelings after this. She's more or less aware that you feel something about her, she's just not sure what. Having worked under Silco for so long, especially under the shimmer industry, Sevika has met maniacs and lunatics— though you might just be the strangest person she's ever met. Slowly, your relationship progresses outside of work, and though nothing has been officially established, you've been sleeping over at each others' places…

Eventually, you'll ask her yourself. You're not stupid— you're aware of the romantic connection between you and Sevika. You've just never thought to ask until now.

Having worked the whole day, you finally get off your shift, heading to Sevika's flat the first chance you get. You're not even positive she's home, but you have a spare key anyhow. After taking a shower and throwing on one of her shirts, you gallivant over to bed, laying on your back and staring at the ceiling. The door creaks open, and you hear that familiar loud sigh. "Hi," is all you mutter. "Couldn't even get under the blanket?" Sevika sighs as she sits next to you on the bed. Ignoring her jab, you'd been too lost in your own thoughts. What is this called? Friends? Friends with benefits? Is she your girlfriend? Partner in crime?? "Sevika, what are we?" Tugging the blanket from beneath you, Sevika lays down in bed after she covers both of you. "What do you mean?" "Are we dating? Like, officially?" You hook your leg over Sevika's waist. The answer is obvious, but you'd never established it. She grumbles. "I'm not gay." "Sevika, please."

Now that you've formally established your relationship, you realize that she's truly the sweetest girlfriend. One of the best things about your relationship is that you can both co-exist; working the job that she does, Sevika realizes that she spends a lot of time apart from you. But you never question her feelings or whereabouts, not when she hasn't given you any reason to. Most women she'd spoken to, whether it be at the brothel or the bar, had obsessed over her— so when you brought the form of normalcy into her life that you did, she had assumed you just didn't care. She knows better now.

Before you move in with her, Sevika will just find you in her apartment. Whether you're grabbing something out her fridge, laying on the floor in the living room, taking a nap in her bed— you're usually there. Eventually you'll move in, but it would be lying if Sevika said she wouldn't miss getting surprised with you in her apartment when she gets home from work.

There's casual affection and banter constantly. She usually leaves for work earlier than you, so when she kisses you goodbye, you're still in bed, grumbling, "don't touch me, freak," beneath your breath.

Thumb on the corner of the page, you flip through an old Piltovan magazine. It astonishes you that when given an infinite budget, rich pricks in Piltover will waste their money and fabric to put more ruffles on clothes. Ugh. You curl up into yourself further on the couch, blanket draped over your lap. The front door creaks open, and the sound of Sevika's boots being thrown carelessly into the corner of the room fills the air. Before you can even look up, the couch dips beside you, and Sevika's arm wraps your neck to pull you against her. She presses a kiss to your temple, and you wonder when headlocks became an act of romance. "Hey," is all you mumble, leaning into her touch. "This what you do in your time off? Read Piltie shit?" She questions, looking at the magazine you're reading. You simply hum in response. You had a day off today, miraculously— Silco had given you a raise, as well as today's break. Sevika definitely orchestrated all of it, but you didn't pry. She'd probably avoid the question anyway. "You got a raise," she points out. "Maybe you can start investing some money into the cheese curl debt you've gotten yourself into." Not paying much mind to her jibe, you reply. "Why would I do that when I have you?" "Because you're the one eating them, smartass," she replies. Her body weight is nearly entirely projected on you, but you have no complaints. "Should leave you for your addiction." "Leave me? Didn't realize we were together. You said you weren't gay." Her prosthetic arm is off and laid on the coffee table, so she can only use her one arm to wrap around you. Arm wrapping your waist, she tugs you into her lap, which finally persuades you to put the magazine down. "I'm not," she replies as she allows you to press kisses all over her face.

You find out through Ran that she didn't like you when she first met you, on the strangest basis possible. Sevika hadn't told you because she thought you knew. You make fun of her for it constantly, much to her annoyance. It amazes you that even though you tried your hardest to avoid getting into anyone's business, you still managed to attract the attention of "the most dangerous woman in Zaun."

She absolutely hates the fact that you tease her about her previous hatred towards you. When she threatens to retaliate, you ask her if she's going to make you do more dishes.

Given that you're dating her, most of Silco's goons, as well as the patrons in the Last Drop, are aware that messing with you is not the brightest idea. Much to your content, most people leave you alone when they realize that you're Sevika's partner. Being socially awkward has never been better.

If Theriam is tending to the bar, you'll join Sevika at her table while she's playing poker, and she'll allow you to sit in her lap. When you keep drinking her whiskey without her permission, she'll threaten to put you up as an offering, and then quickly take it back because "you wouldn't sell for much."

Though she'll attempt to convince you otherwise, she's absolutely whipped for you. You're the strangest individual she's ever come across-- you're also her best friend and soulmate.

The gray, murky waters of Zaun's only river pushes against the shoreline. Legs dangling over the water, you sit next to Sevika on the docks, waiting for a shipment of shimmer to depart. Its 6 in the morning, and the shipment doesn't leave until 8:30. Sevika had made up some bullshit excuse about needing to be there early, but you knew better than to trust that she was telling the truth about it. She actually just wanted to spend time with you somewhere that wasn't the Last Drop. Her cloak is draped over your shoulders, and your head is leaning against her shoulder. "Why'd you drag me out here so early?" For a moment, she doesn't reply, which isn't uncommon for her. You're about to start speaking again, assuming she had just ignored your question, but she lets out a quiet sigh instead. "I wanted to take you somewhere. Its not ideal, but its somewhere." Her head gently presses against yours, and your heart melts. "Just wanted to tell you that I appreciate having you in my life. Even if I did hate you before, it wasn't for good reason. It was because I wasn't strong enough to chase something I actually wanted." Hearing her speak of herself as if she wasn't strong enough was absolutely astonishing. She's the strongest person you know, literally and figuratively. "You know," you start, trying to find the right words to say. You allow your fingertips to run down the length of Sevika's arm. "You're the strongest person I know. I mean, even without your muscles. You work hard everyday, and you deal with more idiots than I can manage for even a few minutes. I'm glad I met you." Your fingers intertwine with hers. "I think my life's become a lot easier since I started loving you." You weren't just saying this to make her feel better; you truly meant the words you were saying. Since you had gotten with her, work has been easier, you have a home rather than a cheap rented out flat, and most of all, you have something to look forward to at the end of the day— getting to spend time with her. Sevika doesn't reply to your words or compliments, and you weren't going to force her to. You know that a couple words wasn't going to change her perception about herself completely. She shifts, pressing her lips against your hair. "I love you too." She whispers, quiet enough to the point that you nearly don't catch it. You hope that you'll get to say it to her enough to change her mind.

[kayotical]

Hi I love your writing!

Could you maybe do Pre-established Thunderbolts*!Bucky/Enhanced!Fem!Reader where your powers are enhanced empathy or something, and you come out of the shame rooms in shock because you had to relive experiences of S/A and heavy torture and the trauma is intensified because of your powers. You are almost catatonic by the time you get to Bob’s attic and Bucky has to drag you with and protect you while they fight void. You remain mute and skittish for a long time after the “New Avengers” announcement and Bucky has to help you recover. Lots of angst, hurt/comfort, and maybe smut?

You can alter it however you feel like cause I know it’s really specific.

Holy shit did I love writing this one. I hope it was everything you were looking for!! Thank you again for the request, I appreciate you tons!🫶

You're Not A Monster

Pairing: New Avengers!Bucky x Superpowered Fem!Reader

Summary: You're the monster they created, but Bucky knows who you truly are inside.

Words: 5.5k

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

Angst, descriptions of trauma, descriptions of graphic violence, smuttish? (no smut, but it's smutty at the end), hurt/comfort

{this is a trigger heavy one-shot, please consume media at your own discretion!}

Beta-read by the lovely @eeveedream🫶

You were coated in blood, limbs and bodies surrounding you. There was a high pitched ringing in your ears, your vision tunneling to a pinpoint. The world was drowning out around you, and you could feel yourself shutting down. The same way you always used to when they came to your cell. 

You had followed the Thunderbolts into The Void to save Yelena and Bob, not knowing what you were going to fall into. 

But you never expected this. 

The first room was mild: the orphanage you grew up in, the reminder of how no family ever chose you. How unexplained things always seemed to happen around you, so the caretakers at the orphanage would always limit their time with you, leaving you to be alone for the majority of your upbringing. 

The second room was worse: your “incident.” You had lost control of your powers, having been placed in an impossible situation, and it ended in people dying. Both innocent and deserved. You could remember the feeling of his hands on your throat, attacking you and trying to violate you. You had exploded, completely obliterating him on sight, reducing him to nothing more than a meek pile of ash. But unfortunately, anyone in a 100 foot radius also met the same fate. You had killed 9 people that day. That was 8 innocent lives who perished just for simply existing too close to you. And you’d pay the price for it. 

The third room was the nail in the coffin: your HYDRA cell, your punishment that came after your “incident”. The place you feared more than yourself. Everyday they came, the scientists, the guards, the dispensables. They would draw you blood until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. They would run every test on you until you felt like your heart would give out on you, taking advantage of your regeneration. The guards would beat and break you each time you tried to fight back. And you fought, you fought for so long. But when they brought in the dispensables, that was when you finally gave up. 

They were the worst part of the cell. They would send in outcasts of society, the ones they deemed that no one would miss or notice were gone. And they would make you demonstrate your powers on them. And when you didn’t comply, they’d kill them in front of you. 

“You think by failing to comply that you’re saving their lives?” They would ask you. 

“They’re dead whether you kill them or not, so why don’t you be a good girl and do as you're told.” They would tell you. 

But when you finally caved, that’s when you lost yourself completely. When you shut down, and acted on muscle memory instead of on any moral or ethical instincts. You torched, disintegrated. You ripped and tore. You crushed and sliced. And when you were finished, there wasn’t a corner in your cell that wasn’t coated in blood and pieces of what once was a living and breathing human being. 

And they would leave it like that, forcing you to sit in the blood and guts. Force you to take in exactly what you had done just for their research. They wanted to see how long you could keep yourself composed. How long it took for your psyche to completely break. How well you could mentally handle the impact of your powers. But all they did was allow you to create a box in your mind, a place where you could stuff all the humanity and morals you ever had and lock them away. So far into the depths of your mine that you no longer felt emotions, no longer cared about the pain and fear in the eyes of the innocent lives you now took all in the name of science. 

They allowed you to create a monster. 

So being thrown back, having to watch yourself in your darkest moment as you tore an innocent woman to shreds with your mind, all while a scientist stood taking notes, it absolutely destroyed you. The cell was surrounded by guards, assistants, scientists, and no one stepped in. Some avoided their gaze, others looked on in interest at how animalistic you had become in your executions. But no one helped the poor woman who was screaming for her life as her skin was being torn open by the forces of your mind. 

“NO!” You screamed, but no one turned to acknowledge you. 

It was just a memory, and to them, you weren’t even there. The only version of you that they cared to give their attention to was the brutal killer inside the cage. 

You felt the fire in your veins as you had to watch the life leave the woman’s eyes, here caving in on itself as your alternate version crushed her with her powers… 

…and you fucking lost it. 

You charged the guards, watching as they finally reacted when you touched them. They drew their weapons on you, the bullets phasing through you as you unleashed hell on the first wave. You tore them limb from limb, slashed at their throats. Crushed their skulls in, dropping their bodies instantaneously. The scientists tried to duck for cover, but you saved them for last. A fresh wave of guards came filing into the room, and a wicked smile overtook you as you watched them line up in defensive stances. But you tore through them just as easy as the last group, dismembering them and leaving them unrecognizable. 

You were determined to make them feel the pain you had to endure during the years you spent in that cell, even if you hid all that pain away in the depths of your mind still. Life was easier with the pain and guilt locked away, but with the resurgence of the painful memories that the shame-room forced you through, you could feel the box breaking wide open in your mind, and all the pain came flooding back. 

You sought the scientists out next. You boiled their blood inside their bodies, scorching them from the inside out. You burned them alive, listening as they cried out in pain, cried out for help, just as all the dispensables had. But no one came for them, just like how no one came for the dispensables. They were doomed all the same. 

But when they were all dead, when you were left with only the shame-room version of yourself who only stared back at you with a blank expression, not even phased by the outcome before them, you broke. When you were left with all the pain, the suffocating guilt and memories that threatened to destroy you from the inside out. Your bloodied hands went to your head, smearing the blood over your face and up into your hair. Your psyche was crackling, the rage and guilt coursing through your veins. It was all just so much. 

“You know what you need to do.” The alternate version of you spoke out, snapping your focus up to her. 

“You need to suppress it. Lock it away. It’s the only way, Y/N.” Your alternate version’s voice was haunting, so dead in tone, no empathy shown in her words. 

You stared at her, battling with your broken psyche, trying to hold onto the last piece of humanity inside you. But it was hopeless, everything hurt so much, and you felt like you were dying. 

Because this was who you were: a monster. You could try all you want, pretending like you could belong in the world, that you could work with the Thunderbolts and do good in this world. But you would never be good. You would always be a stain on the world- dark and irredeemable. 

So you locked it all away. You hid the pain, the emotions, the humanity inside you. You locked away your morals, your ethical code. It was all gone. And what was left over was this shell, hollow and empty. You felt nothing, it was as if you were catatonic. 

The monster. 

“You’ll be better this way.” Your alternate stated, and you stared into her cold, dead eyes. Feeling nothing. 

“Y/N?” A male voice sounded from behind you. 

You turned slowly, feeling the blood dripping down your face and neck still, and found that the voice belonged to none other than Bucky Barnes. He was staring at you, wide eyed, concern etched in his expression, as you stared back lifelessly. He was looking in from the glass reflection in the lab that held your old cell, taking in the scene around you. 

His eyes trailed across the bodies and blood, seeing your alternate behind you staring back as well, with the same voidant look. He looked almost horrified, but he shook himself from the trance he was in and brought his focus back to you. 

“We have to go, Bob and Yelena need us.” He said, but you didn’t move. 

You didn’t even speak. You felt nothing for those names, why should you need to leave? And why should Bucky telling you that you needed to leave mean anything? So you remained still, gaze trained on him, completely emotionless. 

“Y/N?! We need to go!” He was yelling now. 

But still, you didn’t move. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He grumbled before running through the glass and entering my hellscape of a shame-room. 

He reacted immediately, bringing his hand to his face, covering his nose. 

“Oh, God.” He said, sounding affected by the rank stench of blood, guts, and bodily fluids in the air. 

“Did you do this?” He asked, but again received no answer. 

“If you’re not going to talk, fine. Don’t talk. But we have to go,” he stated, walking to you and grabbing onto your arm to tug you along with him. 

You didn’t budge. 

He stared at you incredulously. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing, why you were doing what you were doing. But he didn’t have time for questions and debriefing. 

“Please don’t kill me.” He muttered before he bent over and grabbed you, tossing you over his shoulder. 

The squelching on your clothes unsettled Bucky as he carried you, his own shirt soaking in the blood that coated your body. 

But you didn’t care. Nothing mattered to you. Feelings and emotions were weaknesses, and it didn’t matter where you went or who you were with. It was all the same. You were a monster, and the whole world knew it. 

He ran through the doors ahead of him and searched for any reflections, sighing in relief when he found a one-way mirror on the wall looking into the cell. Except it wasn’t your cell this time. This time it was looking in on Bob and Yelena in an attic room together, being attacked by a curtain and flying objects. 

“Hold on.” He demanded. 

You didn’t. 

Bucky ran right through the mirror, both your bodies hitting the ground. He got up immediately and went to Bob and Yelena, but not you. You stayed on the ground, just staring up at the ceiling. You could hear Walker and Ava arrive through the windows as they shattered. Then you heard Alexei as he burst through the wall. Each one of them ran to help Bob and Yelena, but not you. 

Once the objects stopped flying and the chaos quieted, they all checked on each other. Each one responded in kind. 

Not you though. And your silence drew their attention. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Yelena asked. 

You didn’t respond. You didn’t even blink. 

“Something happened to her in her shame-room. She hasn’t said a word since I found her. She hasn’t even moved, I had to carry her with me to get here.” Bucky explained, looking down at me. 

“Who- Who’s blood is on her? Is it h-hers?” Bob stuttered, clearly horrified by the state you were in. 

“It’s not hers.” Bucky clarified. 

“Then whose blood is it?” Ava asked. 

Bucky looked over at the group, one by one he turned his gaze before bringing it back to Ava. “It’s everyone’s.” He said. 

“Oh, yeah. Cause that makes perfect sense, Bucky. Thank you for the insight.” Walker chirped, but Alexei pushed him to the side and walked closer to you. 

“What you mean “everyone’s”?” Alexei asked, crouching down to examine the blood coating your body. He could see the tiny flecks of flesh sticking to your skin at this distance. He grimaced and stood back up, looking to Bucky for an answer. 

“It means everyone’s. When I got to her she was surrounded by dozens of mutilated bodies, soaked in blood. I think…” Bucky trailed off, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Okay, we don’t have time for this right now.” Yelena stated, seeing that Bucky didn’t know what to say anymore. “Bob, how do we get out of here?” She asked. 

“I don’t know. As far as I know it’s just a bunch of shame rooms.” He admitted, earning a scoff from Walker. 

“Surely there must be a way out of here.” Ava said, making it a point to ignore Walker. 

“Wait, Bob, you told me this was the nicest room, right?” Yelena asked. 

“Yeah, I did.” Bob confirmed. 

“Okay, so show us the bad ones.” 

•••

You could see them grabbing onto Bob as he beat in The Void’s face. They had all ran to him, breaking free of their restraints, telling him he wasn’t alone, that he was cared for, that people depended on him. 

But not you. 

You stayed behind, still restrained by the bent metal and rebar. You could’ve blasted through it. You could’ve melted the metal and been free in seconds. But what was the point? You didn’t care, so why go through the trouble? They didn’t need a monster like you to help. 

They pulled Bob off of The Void and the shame-room around you dissolved. The quiet streets of New York reappeared and the restraints holding you were gone. So you stood there, staring at the group as they got up off the ground, each of them checking on each other to make sure they were alright. Your eye twitched, a small pang in your heart as you looked in on them. 

Why did that affect you?

But you stayed standing there in the street, caked in dried blood that was now flaking. You forced your stare back to a blank expression, convincing yourself you had no feeling towards the events that had just preceded you. 

The Thunderbolts began to walk towards you, Bucky reaching you first. 

“Come with us.” He said softly, grabbing onto your arm again. 

You sent a jolt of searing heat through your body, burning his flesh hand. He jumped back, clutching onto his hand. 

“I can walk on my own.” You said, turning away from him and following the group as they chased Val through the screen of tarps. 

Why had that caused a reaction from you?

Bucky caught up with you, shooting you a side-long glance before pushing open the curtains for you both, being met with blinding flashes, camera crews, and microphones. 

Val had called for a press conference to save her ass. And when she caught sight of you, she looked mortified. 

Because she had just introduced the New Avengers to the world, and one of them was a sociopathic, murderous, superpowered human that was covered in blood and flesh. 

‘The news will have a field day with this.’ You thought to yourself, a flicker of amusement blooming inside you.  

But why did that make you feel?

•••

The announcement had concluded, and the majority of the group went with Val back to the New Avengers Watchtower. 

But not you or Bucky. 

Bucky decided to bring you back to his house. He deemed you too much of a hazard to be in such a public setting, surrounded by a team of construction crews, lab scientists and assistants, and the rest of Val’s security team. Bringing you to his house would ensure you were monitored closely and not posing a threat to anyone. Though he phrased it as a way for him to make sure you were okay without too many prying eyes. But that wasn’t the real reason. You knew he didn’t trust you to be around people, you were too dangerous. 

‘Good, I’m a monster. No one should be around me.’ You grimaced at the thought. 

But why did that make you react?

You pushed back at the box in your mind, forcing it further away. The pain would only make you weak. And being weak was a liability. This way was better, and everyone was better off. 

When Bucky opened the front door to his house and let you inside, he was relieved to see you were complying. No burning, no lashing out. You just walked inside, stopping in the middle of his living room. 

“We need to clean the blood off of you, Y/N.” He said, kicking his boots off and kicking them to the side of the door. 

“Why?” You questioned, staring blankly at Bucky. 

“Because you’re covered in blood?” He answered, confused by your question. 

“Nothing matters. Why should I clean the blood off when none of it matters? Blood or not, I’m still the monster that everyone knows I am.” Your tone was flat and definitive when you spoke. 

He stared at you in disbelief, raking a hand through his hair. “What happened in there, Y/N?” He was looking at the ground as he asked. 

You remained silent, still looking at him with blank eyes. He looked up at you and saw how vacant you looked, really seeing for the first time just how impacted your shame-room had been. He got up and walked to you slowly, stopping when he was mere inches from you. He lifted his hands to touch my face, stopping before he did. 

“Please don’t burn me.” He whispered, his tone soft as he spoke. 

He placed his hands on my cheeks, the vast comparison of warm versus cold between both cheeks felt conflicting in your mind. The cool of the vibranium hand was welcomed, the warmth of his flesh hand was gentle and soft. You leaned into the touch of his flesh hand. 

Why?

The locked box in your mind was pounding against your skull, and the intensity was dialed to 10 the moment Bucky placed his hands on your skin. 

You stumbled back, yanking yourself from his grasp. Clenching your eyes shut, you ground down on your teeth and held your head with your hands. It felt like your head was going to explode. 

“No!” You growled, “Feeling is a weakness. It’s better if I don’t feel.” You collapsed to your knees in pain, Bucky immediately by your side. “I won’t survive if I let them out.” You confessed. 

“Let who out?” Bucky asked, his hands on your shoulders, trying to comfort you. 

“The victims. All the people I’ve killed. The innocent ones and the bad ones. All of them.” You hissed out, tears streaming down your face from how painful the ache in your head was. “They’re pounding against the lock in my head, I can’t-“

But you couldn’t finish the sentence. The box broke, and all the pain, all the suffering, all the trauma and rage came rushing out like a tsunami. You screamed out, the tears mixing with the dried blood on your face, creating a stream of red down your face and onto the floor. 

“Y/N! What’s happening? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on!” Bucky exclaimed, clearly scared at what was happening to you. 

But you could only cry. Sobbing great big sobs that wrecked your whole body. You felt detached from reality, the room around you, Bucky, his voice, it all fell off into darkness. You were crying out into what felt like a void, where no one would hear you. No one was coming for you. No one cared about you. And that made you cry harder. No one wanted you as a child. No one cared for you when you were grown. No one rescued you when you were forced to become this monster. And now, no one was going to pull you out of the abyss you were falling into. Your psyche was crackling with each cry. With each memory resurging you fell further and further. 

You were completely alone. 

A pinprick of light in the sea of darkness appeared when you felt like you were moving. You were being carried, possibly, but you were crying too hard to comprehend what was going on. Something was making noise, indecipherable to your ears, but it was insistent. You felt your clothes being tugged at, but you didn’t care. You felt hopeless, like nothing truly mattered anymore. The pain and guilt was suffocating you. The cries being stifled by a panic attack, you thought you might actually die. The pinprick of light fighting to stay alive as the attack was trying to snuff it out. 

You had never felt this way before. 

You screamed when you felt hot water hit your body. You lashed out, and scratched down the arm of the person holding you under the water. But they didn’t pull away, even when you were thrashing around, they only held you closer to them. 

“I’m here, Y/N.” The voice stated. 

‘Bucky.’

“You’re not alone. You’re safe now.” He told you. “I won’t let you drown in your guilt. Feelings and emotions are not weaknesses, they’re what make us human. You aren’t a monster, Y/N. You’re human, and you are good.” 

Bucky’s voice rang inside your head as the hot water cascaded across our bodies. Your vision began to refocus and you could finally comprehend what was happening. Bucky had moved you from his living room after you snapped and brought you to the shower. He had stripped you of your clothes, and you noticed he was completely naked with you inside the shower. He was on the floor of the shower, holding you tightly to his body as the water beat down on you both. You could feel his flesh hand rubbing at your head, streams of watered down blood streaking from it. You could see small trails of blood trailing down his own arm where you had scratched him. 

But as you both sat on the floor under the water, your cradled naked body in his arms, pressed up against his warm flesh, you finally felt a new emotion. 

Security. 

You sniffed as you felt your psyche mending, no longer feeling like you were hurtling towards a never ending abyss. The panic attack was abating, the security that Bucky provided you allowing you to gain clarity of the reality around you finally. Lifting your head from Bucky’s chest, you turned your gaze to look into his eyes. When he could finally see life in your eyes, his body relaxed significantly, his hold on you becoming more comforting and less like a vice holding you together. 

“I’m not a good person, Bucky. I did horrible things. Things that I-“ 

“Whatever you did in the past, it’s not you anymore, Y/N.” Bucky stated, still stroking your hair. “I spent 50 years being someone who wasn’t who I was at heart. Doing the dirty work of criminals, crime lords, cult leaders, and every other evil entity under the sun. Does that make me a bad person?” Bucky asked, looking at you intently for your answer. 

“You aren’t a bad person. But the things I’ve done, Bucky, they’re irredeemable. I don’t deserve to be cared about. I don’t deserve to be loved.” Your voice began to break again. 

“Tell me what you did, Y/N. You say you don’t deserve to be loved? Then tell me what you did that makes you believe that.” Bucky challenged. 

You balked slightly, “You really want to know?”

Bucky nodded his head, his eyes soft and sincere. 

“I murdered people. Innocent people,” you started, sucking in a deep breath as you watched Bucky for his reaction. 

But he only gestured for you to continue, continuing to stroke your hair to try and soothe you. 

“A few years ago, I was seeing this guy. He wasn’t a good person, but I thought I loved him. He was the first man to ever show an interest in me. The first person ever, really. After how I was raised, I was desperate to be loved. So when things got bad, I just took it. I wanted to be loved, so I just took it.” You saw Bucky’s brows furrow as you began to explain your past. 

“But one day things got really bad. He put his hands around my throat, he was trying to kill me. I never really had a hold on my powers, I always just hid them the best I could, always ashamed of them. But when he tried to kill me…I lost control. I obliterated him in seconds, just reduced him to ash. But it didn’t stop with him. 

“My powers had exploded, disintegrating everything and everyone within 100ft from me. 8 people, just 8 innocent souls living their lives, were reduced to nothing. All because of me.” Bucky looked solemn as you spoke, but didn’t dare interrupt you. 

“Shortly after that, HYDRA picked me up and detained me in a secret facility in the Nevada desert, under the guise of a SHIELD experiment. This was probably 5 years before you found me after HYDRA fell. That room you found me in earlier, with all the blood and…” Your voice fell off. 

Bucky nodded, knowing what you meant. 

“That was the place they used to hold me. That was me in the cell you saw. They kept me there to run tests and test the lengths of my powers. They placed me in a superpowered cell, locking me inside, unable to escape. They wanted me to be their new weapon. With how destructive I was, they felt the best way to test and research my powers would be to test them on the dispensables.”

“The dispensables?” Bucky repeated, raising a brow. 

“People they believed to be outcasts in the world. People they knew no one would miss. People they knew no one would even notice they had disappeared. And it was those people that they made me use my powers on. After the first one, I just shut down, like I did earlier. Locked away my humanity in a box and tossed it into an abyss in my mind. It made things easier.” You explained to Bucky. 

“What did they make you do to them?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. 

You drew out a long, shaky breath, “They made me kill them. They wanted to know how fast I could kill them, how many ways, how intense could I kill or how slowly could I drag it out. If I didn’t comply, they’d just unload a round into their head instead just to prove the point that no matter what, I’d be saving no one. So it was either comply, or let the blood be on my hands for not complying. 

“What happened in that shame-room, it was years of locked up rage and guilt that finally tore a hole in my psyche, and I just snapped. I killed them all. The guards, the assistants, the scientists. I did it without breaking a sweat. But the part that sent me into shut down wasn’t that.” You looked into Bucky’s eyes with a great intensity. 

“I shut down because I saw just how lifeless I had been inside that cage. And seeing myself like that hurt me more than anything else I’ve ever done. Because doing that to myself, trapping my humanity away, that’s when I created a monster. No one else created that. Only I did. And that realization was too much for me to bear, so I just shut down.” You finished, watching Bucky intently for his reaction. 

You figured you’d see disappointment. Shame. Disgust, even. But none of it ever came. What came instead was empathy. 

“I know what it’s like to shut down your emotions and create something you can’t recognize in the mirror, Y/N. But that’s not you anymore. And I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life proving that to you if I have to.” He declared. 

Bucky’s declaration sent a ripple of warmth through your body. You don’t know if it was the delirium from breaking down or the way he was looking at you like you held the whole world, but you felt desperate to be closer to him. You shifted in his lap, bringing your legs to wrap around his waist, lacing your arms around his neck. You were flush to him now, your head buried in the crook of his neck. You could feel all of him, his chest pressed to yours, his arms wrapped around you holding you to him. 

You could feel his length as the tip of him was pushed into your stomach. A heat generated in your core as you felt your own sex grind against him as you clung to him. His body had reacted to the friction you had created, and you could feel him pulsing under you. You pulled back and looked at Bucky, who looked red in the face, completely breathless. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, that was involuntary. I’m not expecti-“

But you cut him off, crashing your lips to his. He stiffened under you, not responding immediately. The hesitation made you pull back, mortification taking you over. You tried to scramble off of Bucky’s lap, but his arms anchored you down. 

“Please stop squirming.” He demanded, his tone dark, his eyes clamped shut. You could see the muscle in his taut jaw flickering. 

You went still at the realization of what you were doing to him. 

“Y/N, I want to do this. With you. I have for such a long time. But not like this.” He looked pained as he spoke. “You’re hurting right now. And what you’re going through right now, what you’re experiencing, I’ve been there. I know what it feels like, and this is only the beginning for you. We’re going to get you the help you need, because you deserve to be listened to and you deserve to be helped. We are going to get through this together. Something I never had, and something you’ll never have to experience ever again.” 

Bucky brought his hand to your face, smoothing back your hair that had fallen in front of your face. “You are not alone, Y/N. Not anymore. And never again.” 

And then he kissed you back. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t sloppy. It was slow and passionate, and Bucky took his time deepening the kiss. He wanted to savor the kiss, to savor you. To know that you wanted him as much as he wanted you made him excited, and it showed in how hard his length had become. With each movement in the kiss, he twitched against you, and it took everything inside you to ignore the instinct to grab him and show him just how much you wanted him. 

But he was right, after everything that happened, all the things you went through and are still going through, it wouldn’t be right. You wanted to do things right, to do right by Bucky especially, and what he wanted for you was to make you feel safe and loved. 

You aren’t alone anymore. 

Your hands were in his hair, his own hand tangled in yours as well. You both moved in perfect synchrony, the heat the kiss created making you feel like you were on fire. Like you could shoot sparks from your fingertips without even trying. His tongue swept your mouth, colliding with your own in a passionate dance. It wasn’t a fight for dominance, but a mutual desire to prove to the other how much they wanted them, how much they cared for them. 

When the kiss was finally broken, only the sound of your breathless pants and the trickling of water cascading down both you and Bucky could be heard. He pressed his forehead up against your own, his eyes falling closed. Your own lidded eyes struggling to remain open. 

“I could get lost in you, Y/N. You have no idea how much you mean to me.” Bucky confessed, and you felt your heart swell. 

He cared about you, he wanted you. He needed you. 

You aren’t a monster. 

“You can get lost in me as long as I can get lost in you.” You told him, loving the way his chest vibrated from the low chuckle that erupted from him, the heat returning to your core. 

“Deal,” he mused. “Just not too lost, doll.” Bucky’s radiant smile made you melt into him more, loving the newfound feeling of being truly seen. Truly cared for. And as you melted into him, he welcomed it with warmth, looking into your eyes with so much passion. 

And then his lips were back on yours.  

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[kick-a-long]

Mamdani being mayor or nyc. Obviously he’s an antisemite, he’s less obviously (but still convincingly) pro terrorism, but these things are not what primary voters cared about. They wanted a socialist to come in and make the quality of life cheaper and better as their gift to the poor who didn’t vote for mamdani. /S

Why would the poor not vote in droves for mamdani’s magical market model to fix all their woes? Because it’s bullshit. And not even the populous slam dunk of blame rich Jew lawyers, Jew bankers, Jew landlords and Jew bosses is enough to convince them otherwise.

First, mamdani has a vanishingly small chance of getting anywhere with any of his promises. He’s a baby in politics who knows no one of consequence and has no favors to trade.

Second, every promise he’s made would have the opposite of its promised outcome:

Set up free grocery stores? They will be a nightmare to run and stock (and frankly will be the target of scalpers who will just go in and buy up the subsidized products and sell them around town at market price with fake products mixed in.) they will fuck with the bodaga system, which is the local small business markets, as unlicensed resellers expand throughout the city and won’t need to contend with inspections and reputation of a brick and mortar store. They will get seriously hurt, they were already on life support and being kept alive by selling skunk weed and illegal vapes.

Freeze rents? The point is to bring rent down right? Well rent is high because landlords don’t want to deal with tenants or repair costs keeping old housing off the market and more importantly developers don’t want to lose money do there’s no new houses going up. You effectively tell the owners of houses not to rent them and the makers of new houses not to build in nyc.

Congrats 🎉 rich intellectual people! You tried punishing “non intellectual rich people” but only managed to further punish poor people and immigrants!! Fuck you!

It’s the same story with all his bullshit promises. This isn’t even considering how complicated keeping nyc running is. He’s absolutely not qualified to do that. Literally just getting the garbage taken out and the parks safe and open to everyone is spectacularly hard let alone the current gathering storms of nyc’s failing prisons, subways (which are controlled by the state not the city), terrorism prevention, water pipes, gas lines, highways like the BQE, legal cases, tax base, and budget.

I hate him for being a Jew hating terrorism promoting knob of shit. I also understand enough economics to know he’s at best going to do nothing, either way running the city into the ground by neglecting to addressing existential issues that are close to breaking point.

If you need to vote for a socialist, for the love of god please make sure they aren’t the kind who thinks setting their bed on fire in the middle of winter is a good way to save on gas heating.

[rekino2114]

Yoru x male reader scenarios

A/n:I really liked doing the death post, so I decided to do one for all of the horsemen...probably. also, just to clarify, asa is in here too, and you are also in a relationship with her, these scenarios are just mostly yoru centric

"Holy shit! Is that real?"

Yoru gasped and excitedly grabbed your hand and ran over to one of the tanks in display. she barely took notice of the red rope around the display and started inspecting the tank from as close as she physically could

"Well it's on display so I assume so"

"This is a soviet is-3 model it was produced near the end of the war to be an improved version of the is-2 which was made as a counter to the german's more advanced tanks, did you know it's the main inspiration for most post-war tank designs?"

"......that's.......nice to know"

"......how do you know that?"

"Why shouldn't i? I know basically everything about the wars you humans had, they're what gives me power after all, plus they're so entertaining to watch"

"...and you never helped me in a history test?"

"You never asked"

"If I had known you'd be this into it I would have brought you to a war museum earlier"

"What do you mean?"

"This is the first time I've seen you so excited for anything human....or to be honest anything that isn't killing humans or destruction, you look like asa when we went to the aquarium for the first time"

Yoru blushed and looked away embarrassed

"D-don't compare me to her, we're nothing alike!"

"You're going around spouting random facts and looking and pointing at everything, that's literally the same thing asa did, the only difference is you're talking about world war two and not marine life"

".................."

"I can't say he's wrong, even if it does feel kinda weird being compared to you"

"That's my line!"

"Anyway its nice"

"Huh?"

"I like seeing you happy and talking about something you're interested in..........even if that thing is war"

Yoru blushed even more and turned around, trying to hide her red face. However, you could see a small smile forming on her face

"........t-thanks I guess"

"It's nothing, should we keep going?"

"......yeah"

Basically as soon as you continued your walk yoru pointed at a uniform on display

"It's an actual Japanese war general uniform! Can I wear it?"

".........no"

"What? Why?"

"It's on display for a reason, you can't just wear it, you'll get in trouble"

"Tch, who cares about that? As if humans rules can stop me!"

"..............."

".......fine"

"Oi asa, what are those two doing?"

"Hm?"

Asa looked up from her phone and saw two kids playing with beetles on a nearby bench in the park

"Oh they're probably beetle fighting"

"........beetle fighting?"

"It's something some kids do around this time of the year in thiw country, they catch beetles and make them fight with each other"

"....so human children enjoy making lesser species battle each other for their entertainment"

".......how did you make a children's game sound like torture?"

"Sounds fun, can I play too?"

"Ugh, sure I guess do whatever you want, I'm not playing with you though"

"Like I'd ask you in the first place, I'm calling y/n I'll have way more fun with him anyway"

".............."

Yoru did end up calling you and telling you she wanted to play beetle fighting with you. You agreed cause it was rare for her to play a relatively normal game with you and so asa let her take control of the body while she went to catch a beetle, you did the same just picking up the first one that you saw

You waited for yoru at the place you agreed on for quite a bit, it seemed like she took quite a bit of time to pick her beetle

"I'm here!"

You saw her run towards you holding something in her hands

"Hey no peeking! I've trained Hannibal to be the best soldier possible, he'll destroy your beetle!"

".......you named your beetle?"

".......you didn't?"

"You're really getting into this"

"S-shut up! Let's fight now!"

You placed your beetle in the improvised arena made out of a tree stump, and yoru did the same. You looked at her beetle and saw it had something very........peculiar on top of its head

".....yoru....I am going to ask this in the calmest way possible.....but why the fuck does your beetle have a cannon on its head!?"

"Isn't it obvious? I had to make the perfect war machine so I just turned a random small bug in a cannon and put it on Hannibal"

"...You're taking this way too seriously"

"Shut up I'm gonna win this battle"

"It's a children's game"

"Who cares? Just start fighting before I make you forfeit"

"Well.....I can't just make them fight you know?"

".........huh?"

Yoru looked down to see that the beetles were not fighting but just kinda......lounging around not doing anything

"See?"

"....HANNIBAL! FIGHT!"

Her yell resulted in absolutely nothing as the beetles continued to not do anything

"You're a soldier! You need to obey me! DESTROY YOUR ENEMY!"

".....please calm down yoru"

Ironically not only did Hannibal not move but your own beetle started moving towards it and throwing it outside of the ring with its mandibles

"..h-huh? What!?"

"Oh....guess I won"

Yoru looked so dejected and shocked that she kicked the tree causing asa to get hurt in the meantime

"H-hey what's that for? Remember that's my body!"

"Shut up!"

You approached her and put your hand on her shoulder

".....would eating ice cream while cuddling help you feel better"

".......yes"

These next two ideas were given to me by: @michaelaftonhasjoinedthechat yes again, he has given me a lot of ideas for posts like this. Thanks so much man

"Hey asa, I don't mean to intrude but...what is that?"

It had been a while since you had been inside your girlfriend's room and as you entered you noticed something you hadn't seen before, some pictures of you two on dates hung up on a wall of the room

"O-oh that?....t-this is kinda embarrassing but I kinda like to put up polaroids of dates we go to on this wall. It's for the memories b-but I'll stop it if you don't want to"

"No don't worry I love it, it's really cute"

Asa blushed but smiled at you

"T-thank you"

"So.....do you wanna show me?"

"H-huh? You mean the wall?"

"Yeah of course"

"....oh...sure"

Asa was surprisingly by your enthusiasm but happily started to show you all the different photos of you two

"This is of our first aquarium date, and this is when we went to that cat cafe a-and this is one of my favorite it's when-"

In the middle of her explanation, asa's head fell down. You tried to shake her shoulder to help, but before you could touch her, she grabbed your hand and raised her while opening her eyes.....well they were red and had rings on them so they clearly weren't hers anymore

"Yo"

"Hi yoru, what's up?"

"I was watching asa show you all these pointless pictures and that reminded me I wanted to show you something similar too"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah look"

She got up and went towards asa's closet, opened it, and tossed out all of her clothes to reveal that on the wall of the wardrobe there were a lot of pictures of you two on dates too, just like with asa's wall only this ones looked......different

All of the pictures weren't held up by pins or tape but by knives and different types of small swords and blades, in the middle of all of them there was a specific photo, a selfie of you two holding peace signs while yoru stuck her tongue out with a bloody sword in her hand and an almost unrecognizable form in the background surrounded by the same blood. The picture was labeled "first time defending y/n from a devil" and it was completely surrounded by an array of small knives arranged in a heart shape

"So what do you think of it?"

".......it.......definitely shows your personality"

"Right, it's nothing like asa's basic stuff, do you like it?"

You looked at her, seeing her smile so brightly looking at your pictures was cute in a way, you knew her way to show love was.. particular to say the least but it was still love so you just put your concerns away and smiled at her

"Y-yeah I love it"

"I knew it, my wall is way better than asa's right?"

"You know I never answer stuff like that, I love both of you and whatever you do equally"

"You say that but I know I'm your favorite, there's no harm in admitting it, asa won't hear you anyway"

"....whatever"

A few hours after you left asa decided to go to sleep and so she went to open the closet to put on her pajamas....only to...see what was there

"YORU!"

"What is it now?"

"What the hell is that wall?"

"It's the same thing you have, what? You jealous cause mine is way better?"

"No, yours looks like a serial killer stalking her next victim, it seems like you want to kill y/n!"

"Hey don't even joke about that! You know I'd never"

"Y-yeah but you see the issue right?"

"What issues?"

"The knives for instance!"

"......I don't see the problem"

"...........I should have expected this"

"Hehe you're so cute"

The dog you were petting barked happily causing you to smile even more

"Awww you really are adorable, do you want a treat?"

It barked again and started panting

"Oh looks like you do!"

You started to dig through your bag looking for your sandwich

"This is supposed to be my school lunch but I don't mind giving some to you with how cute you're being"

You grabbed a piece of meat from your sandwich and fed it to the dog all while continuing to pet its fur

"There you go! Good boy, you're enjoying it aren't you?"

As the dog continued to eat while you looked at it yoru approached the two of you with a confused expression

"What are you doing?"

"Oh I just found this dog outside and I thought it was too adorable to just leave it alone, isn't it so cute?"

Yoru smirked and got even closer

"I can make it even cuter"

"Oh wha-"

To your immense shock yoru touched the dog and proceeded to turn it into an hammer, she looked it over for a while before smiling back at you

"See? Isn't it way better now? Bet I can use it to kill some pretty strong devil now"

"................."

"Hm? What's wrong y/n? You look weird"

"..............."

You knew yoru was.....unstable at best but you thought she at least learned that turning random people/animals into weapons was wrong, but you also knew just how patient you had to be with her so you just sighed and decided to let it go for now

".....i-.......it's cool yoru"

"Heh! I knew you'd say that, wanna go on a date now? I miss you"

"A-actually I think I'd prefer to go back home I.......I need to think"

Yoru raised her eyebrows at you. You didn't usually refuse going on dates with her or asa, but before she could protest, you were already on your way home

"Huh......I wonder what's up with him?"

"........you seriously don't get it?"

"Why would I? It's not like it's my fault"

"YES! YES IT IS!"

"Eh!? Why?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe cause you turned the dog he was playing with into an hammer right in front of his eyes for no reason!?"

".........I thought it was cool"

"Maybe you should learn that most stuff you think is cool is actually very weird and terrifying for humans"

"But y/n said it was cool too"

"Cause he obviously didn't want to upset you *sighs* and now I'm gonna have to apologize to him too cause you don't know how to do that"

"Hey I know how to apologize!"

"Then do that, go to him and sincerely say you're sorry"

".........I still don't understand what I did wrong"

"YOU TURNED THAT DOG INTO A WEAPON! and thank goodness it was a dog because I don't know what I would have done with you if it was a cat"

"Who cares? I'll just go to y/n say sorry and everything will be fine"

"...........I genuinely don't understand how y/n can love you too"

"OK yoru it's your turn"

Asa let yoru take control of her body as she looked down at the board that resembled a map of the world on the table in front of her

".........I don't get it, what do I have to do?"

"*sighs* of course you don't, you didn't listen while I explained the rules"

"You seriously think I'm listening to you talk about that for hours?"

"It took like 15 minutes max, plus you told us you knew how to play"

"Well it's a war game, i should be a natural"

"That's....not how that works"

At that point you decided to intervene

"I might not hear what asa is saying but I know you well enough to understand you're arguing, so can you please at least tone it down for game night? I specifically chose this game because I thought yoru would like it and asa can play too if she lets yoru out during her turns, so I just want a calm game session, can you please calm down?"

"....are you hearing him yoru?"

"It's not like you were any better"

"Just shut up and play"

"Fine.....for y/n, so what do I have to do?"

"Well you have all your troops so choose someone to attack and roll the dices"

"I'll attack asa"

"Eh!? Why? Y/n has way less troops than me in this area, why are you attacking me?"

"No way I'm attacking y/n, we're in an alliance"

"That's.......not how it works"

"Huh?"

"You....can't make alliances in this game"

"What? Then we're enemies?"

"......yes"

Yoru got closer to you and whispered in your ear

"Hey y/n, let's team up to destroy asa, then we can rule the world together, we'll split up all the territories between us and become rulers of everything"

"......you know I can hear you right?"

"Shut up you"

"Yoru.......I'm not starting a military dictatorship with you.....it's against the rules"

"Fine, fine......let me know if you change your mind though"

".....just play the game"

"OK, so I'll attack asa"

"......Of course you do"

"I just need to throw the dices right?"

"Yeah, if you get a higher number than asa then you get her territory and if you roll lower then all your troops get destroyed"

"Got it"

Yoru grabbed the dices and threw them on the table, they rolled for a bit before landing on.......double ones

"Ohhh looks like you got snake eyes, I'm sorry"

"Huh? Snake eyes? The hell does that mean?"

"You got double ones so......you lost"

Yoru widened her eyes and looked between the dices and you

"WHAT!? How? Asa didn't even roll yet!"

"In case of a tie the defending country always wins, so even if I do roll two ones too......you still lost'

"........I......lost.....at a war game? No way, you definitely cheated asa!"

"HOW WOULD I HAVE CHEATED!?"

"I don't know but you definitely did"

They continued to argue as you looked at them and sighed lowering your head

"...so much for a relaxing game session"

[velvetvexations]

One of the things you don't agree on are that I, OP's best friend, should be violently assaulted and then imprisoned (where I will be violently assaulted) if I use the wrong bathroom.

But putting that aside? Literally half of my blog is basically devoted to talking about the intersectional oppression transmascs face and the transandrophobia in our community. I know several trans women who also very, very vocally do the same. You have no idea what transandrophobia is, you don't understand it, you just classify it as men being mean to wymyn without even trying to understand the ways in which it actually works and how it manifests in structural oppression you wrongly put down to trans men having been AFAB.

You don't even understand that comments like this is simply bait for trans men who speak about transandrophobia to get called TERFs. Like, that's what's especially infuriating about it, you'll come in, say you support a theory you don't understand, and despite your post lamenting about how you're being rejected you've still given TRFs* ammunition to smear trans men by saying "look, this TERF believes in transandrophobia," which you objectively do not because it's just Misogyny Extra to you. It's like if Trump said gravity was real because of magnetic attraction and people who don't believe in gravity capitalized on how unscientific and inherently fascist believing in gravity is. Thank you for your fucking contribution, Jessica.

Fuck, do you know how much a cornerstone of transandrophobia in online spaces is about how TERFs supposedly treat transmascs so nicely? They see through you. They know how abusive you people are to them, and they have abuse denied over and over in the belief that TERFs only hurt transfems because you wear the skin of real transmasc advocates like me and put on this fake bullshit about how much you care about them, care about them so much you want young trans boys to go without treatment that keeps them from killing themselves, so much that you whine endlessly about how transmascs are committing the sin of making themselves less desirable to lesbians by excercising their bodily autonomy, care about them so much that you'll hold hands with anti-abortion Christofascists to limit their rights.

Were you sad when the Republicans won last year? Why? That's your side, girliepop. That's your team. Congratulations! You're getting ten year olds kicked off vollyball teams. You must feel so accomplished.

You want to help transmascs? Be more like me. You want to be liked by transmascs? Same, because I've gotten about ten fuckbillion messages about how hard they crush on me, so I think it's safe to say I've found the winning formula. Transmascs universally consider me a better feminist than you. Consider that.

But you know what, Tumblr user snarltoothed? OP's response to you is right. I'm deeply annoyed with you right now, in this moment, because every single time a TERF says some dumb shit about transandrophobia it makes my advocacy for transmascs that much harder, but if you wanted to talk, debate, or learn more about this here Tumblr community of transmascs and people who defend them, and what we believe, I would do that. I would DM with you and be nice and try to generously get us closer to the same page, because I believe very strongly that a lot of people have good in them. I talk to TRFs, I talk to TIRFs, and I'd be happy to talk to TERFs when I get the chance, because they're all just the exact same model of radfem with a few differences here and there.

But OP doesn't have my patience or my idealistic hope that not every bad person is a totally soulless demon we can write off as lost to us. He fucking hates your guts with the fury of a billion suns, and he's right to.

So here's what happened on Reddit:

A transmasc posted about how transmascs and trans men are often invisible, how our issues are dismissed, and how resources, especially medical ones, are almost always written with non transmascs in mind. They posted this both to r/Trans and r/lgbt.

A moderator of r/Trans responded by telling them to “stop bitching.” That’s the word they used. That’s the level of respect trans men get. Transandrophobic by the way, don't call trans men bitches.

The comment was deleted, quietly, after backlash. Then the entire post was removed. When asked why, a mod responded that the post was “playing oppression olympics,” and took the time to go through and dismiss each of the original poster’s points, including saying that trans men being sexually assaulted isn’t “unique to transmascs” and therefore not an issue, and claiming that access to testosterone isn’t any more restricted than access to estrogen, which is a straight-up lie, because T is a tightly controlled substance in most places and E is not.

The original poster was banned for three days.

Then a separate mod made a post saying, “nobody asked us our side of the story,” which is wild because people absolutely did, publicly and repeatedly. Users also started reporting that they’d had supportive comments removed or had been banned after disagreeing with the mods, some of those claims are still unconfirmed, but given the general behavior, it wouldn’t be surprising.

Then r/Trans locked down entirely. No new posts. The conversation was forcibly ended.

Some people posted about it on r/FTM, many of those posts were mass-reported, automatically removed by Reddit’s automod, or quietly buried. Meanwhile, r/lgbt also removed the original post, with no explanation.

One of the r/Trans mods eventually posted an “apology,” which was really just a soft-scrubbed PR post full of noncommittal language and distancing. They said they didn’t mean to call a trans man “a bitch,” they just used it synonymously with “complaining,” and they didn’t think about the implications until later even though the first post was about microaggressions just like the mod committed. They did not apologize for anything else, not for wrongfully banning people, not for accusing a transmasc venting like any other user of playing oppression olympics, nothing at all. They said they’re on break and can’t do anything about it. They said, and I quote, “please don’t be mad at the rest of the team.” even though the rest of the team are just as culpable for not stopping their behavior.

They also added that trans men are “a welcome part of the community” and tried to point at moderation history as proof. Because apparently we should be grateful that people occasionally get banned, every so often, for implying trans men aren't oppressed at all, wow, thanks, that is like below the bare minimum, cool.

The current state of things is: r/Trans has over 600,000 members, and trans men and transmascs were silenced, banned, and told to shut up for bringing up their own oppression. And the subreddit is locked down. There’s a mass exodus happening to the new sub, r/trans4every1, but let’s be real, the damage has already been done.

Now let’s talk about what this actually means.

This is not “just more Tumblr discourse.” This isn’t some random blog saying they don’t like transmascs. This isn’t a Twitter reply guy. This isn’t a niche zine or a spicy personal take. This is a massive trans-focused subreddit with over half a million users. It's easily one of the largest public facing trans community online, maybe even the largest, I've certainly never found a bigger one myself. And the moderation team made it crystal clear: they do not want transmascs to feel safe or welcome there.

This is what transandrophobia looks like on a slightly larger internet scale. When it’s in the hands of people who get to decide who gets heard and who gets deleted.

And for anyone who’s still stuck on “well they apologized” listen: trans men are told all the time that we’re being too loud, too angry, too entitled, too manly, too feminine, too confusing, too “binary,” too "Nonbinary", too much. We’re told that we’re “oppression olympics-ing” just for talking about our lives. And now we're getting banned and locked out of the spaces that claim to represent a huge portion of online trans people.

This isn't just online drama. This is a bellwether. And if it isn’t setting off alarms in your head, it should be.

The way transandrophobia manifests in online spaces absolutely bleeds into real life, into medical gatekeeping, into poor data collection, into the erasure of sexual violence against transmascs, into advocacy groups that write us out of the picture, into educational materials that treat us like footnotes, if they include us at all.

And if you’re sitting there thinking, “well it’s not that deep,” you’re part of the problem.

We need to start being more honest about this: Transandrophobia is real, it is widespread, and it is growing. We need to stop giving people the benefit of the doubt when they’ve shown us they don’t want us in the room.

And frankly?

We need to start making TRFs [Trans Radfems & transmasc-exclusionary feminists alike] deeply uncomfortable being open about their beliefs. We need to make them afraid to be TRFs, the way they’re trying to make us afraid to exist.

The same way we don’t coddle fascists. The same way we don’t tolerate TERFs. We need to stop tiptoeing around transandrophobia.

Because this growing wave of transandrophobia is going to kill people. Full stop.

Protect trans men. Protect transmascs. Protect your siblings; all of them!

Edit because I forgot to add it:

Another thing worth noting is that not only was r/trans deleting and banning any users and posts talking about the situation, they were deleting any posts talking about transmasc issues or transmasc positivity full stop.

Even when those posts had nothing to do with the current issue. They were being silenced. They were being actively erased, in a trans space.

[ablobwhowrites]

(For more shredder y/n, theres links to more of him! 1 part, 2 part, 3 part, you are here!)

I imagine tigerclaw in this is still the same but is shredder y/n's right hand man next to the other right hand man henchman #1 so some competition is there but for shit and giggles what if all of shredders henchmen from like the 2012 series version that are now was also shredder y/n's henchmen like with fishface, bebop, rocksteady Baxter stockman, Dog pound like those ones but from the 2012 version cause of how more intense and dangerous they are compared to shredder y/n.

Shredder y/n: "You have really done it now. You've tried to double cross me and now you face the consequences. Tiger claw, you know what to do."

Tiger claw: *let's his claws out* "On it."

Shredder y/n: "wait! Don't kill them! Like I just want you to scare them! I...okay you already broke their legs alright."

Y/n is kinda less stressed around bebop and rocksteady as those two aren't as blood thirsty as tiger claw is as y/n has had to say multiple times that they don't need to kill anyone and luckily that's doesn't happen but he does get worried when tiger claw suggests they kill anyone who tried to interfere on y/n's evil plan and everyone agrees on it but y/n has to basically scream they don't need too like at all.

Once Grayson asked y/n why he has a mutant tiger guy as his right hand man and y/n couldn't answer that because somehow recruited a actual top and feared assassin in aisa because y/n doesn't know how he even managed that.

I do imagine just shredder y/n can snap sometimes that he can kill someone but also he has a actual gun on him at all times like in the actual show in that one clip in the 1987 show when shredder actually take out a gun and threatens the turtles.

Evil villain from somewhere else: "People of gotham! I will destroy your precious city and then conquer the whole world! But first I'll extract the life to increase my strength for this human who thought they could fight me!" *Shows shredder y/n then goes back to the villain* "then ill- what whys the alarms on...BATMAN?! SUPERMAN AND IS THAT A FUCKING TIGE-"

Y/n did get kidnapped by a random villain once but got saved after the villain threatened to kill y/n so that's a experience but y/n will fight for Gotham cause he wants to rule all earth, not just a random villain can take is so easily without a fight.

I imagine y/n keeps everyone especially karai away from mutagen as y/n kinda feels bad for people who get turned accidentally as he secretly gave a bike to Batman to try and find a cure or a way to turn people back but karai is not allowed to even be near it nor his henchmen and foot clan soldiers.

Every Christmas y/n's henchmen and footclan soldiers do bascially white elephant and tiger claw, bebop, rocksteady, karai and y/n participate in it but y/n got a pare of those really tall boot heels and y/n wore them because it gave him extra height and he liked it until while running away it broke on him and had to throw it away because the other one was going to break and it matched his black tights so well and went so well with his outfit but the world isn't ready for another serving for shredder y/n in those heels again (also those heels aren't made anymore so y/n can't get any if he even wanted too.) Like karai basically did those tiktok of like "this is the shit my dad wears sometimes." And it's a video of y/n in the tall house heels just walking around doing something and comments were turned off cause karai knows people like her dad and doesn't want to read those stupid comments.

(anyways I'll see you guys later with hopefully more silly y/n or not. If you like this please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[kellykadesperate]

32: “If they find out, we’re dead.”

au: the sugdens vs the dingles rivalry

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Robert has a small stain on his white t-shirt that Aaron can’t stop staring at. It’s from the coffee that Aaron brought with him to the barn over an hour ago.  

Robert kissed Aaron so hard that the coffee cup went flying. 

Neither of them cared then. Robert doesn’t seem to care much right now either but Aaron just keeps staring at it for some strange reason. It’s something to focus on instead of the sick feeling in his stomach. 

“You’re thinking too hard.” Robert says, all calm and collected like he always is. Aaron watches as he throws on his denim jacket and smiles all confidently at Aaron. 

It’s one of the reasons why they’re in this mess. Aaron took one look at Robert and fell so stupidly in love with him and his smile that it’s led them here. Robert hasn’t always been confident. Aaron remembers the panic in Robert’s eyes when Aaron first kissed him, bruised his lips and made his heart thump so hard it nearly fell out.

Robert turns, then kisses Aaron’s cheek to get his attention.

“Aaron.” Robert says gently when Aaron still doesn’t look at him.

“I don’t get how you’re so calm.” Aaron whispers, even though they’re alone and no one in the world knows where they are right now. 

Aaron’s pretty confident that no one knows they even know each other’s names. They’ve kept this going as quietly as humanely possible. They’ve shared kisses against bathroom doors, held each other close as their heads hit brick walls. It’s been just them and now it isn’t.

“Charity won’t say a word.” Robert reasons, like they can do that, like it makes sense. 

“She saw us.” Aaron’s hands start shaking as he thinks about it. Aaron was kissing Robert, hands bunched in Robert’s coat as they stood on the bridge they thought no one would be near. Charity’s face said it all as she scurried away. That was yesterday. They’re on borrowed time already. “It’s one of the things my family bangs on about most, no grassing, no stealing from our own and no —”

“Sugdens.” Robert looks down at his jeans instead of looking at Aaron. “My dad says the same thing. No Dingles. No drama.” He almost laughs.

Aaron remembers hearing the countless stories of how the Dingles and the Sugdens have always hated each other.

Aaron gulps hard and thinks about what they’re doing. “If it gets out — if they find out, we’re dead.”

Robert looks up at Aaron, he suddenly has a hand on Aaron’s face. 

“Cain’ll —“

“You think I’d let that happen?” Robert sounds so determined. It’s almost endearing. It makes Aaron’s heart beat faster in chest at the thought of Robert defending them the way he clearly plans to. Cain would have him knocked out and in a boot within a matter of minutes.

Aaron doesn’t have the heart to tell Robert. “Robert, we’re just kids. That’s what they’ll say.” Aaron’s thought about this ever since Robert kissed him back, he pictured the moment he was brave enough to tell his mum about everything Robert makes him feel. 

Chas would tell Aaron that they’re twenty, stupid and naive. 

She’d also remind Aaron of stupid Dingle law that dictates who he can love for some reason. 

“They’d try and make us …”

Aaron can’t bring himself to say what he’s thinking but Robert understands. 

“I couldn’t.” Robert says. “Give you up? Could you?” He looks worried for a second, as if he needs to be.

Aaron kisses Robert, then pulls away and shakes his head. Now’s not the time to tell Robert hot utterly shit his life would be without him. They know. They know and they haven’t even had to say the words out loud.

“I don’t care what my dad would say.” Robert says, and then he shrugs his shoulders.

Aaron knows it isn’t true. He knows that Robert is trying to be brave for the both of them like he usually is. 

Aaron strokes a hand over Robert’s face, his hands shake a little. “Robert …”

“No Aaron I mean it.” Robert whispers, but his chin wobbles and Aaron pictures the look on Jack’s face. Robert kissing Aaron, loving Aaron, dropping his trousers for a Dingle. He would destroy Robert’s world with a look. Aaron wants to shield Robert, hold him so close as this bomb just explodes around them. 

Aaron caused it. That’s what he keeps thinking. Aaron saw Robert, this arrogant womaniser and somehow ended up getting Robert to fall in love with him. It still doesn’t make that much sense. 

“If Charity tells anyone, then we’ll face it.” Robert sounds so determined.

Aaron chews his lip. “Rob.” He sighs. “Your dad, Andy …” Robert pales a little. “I’ll punch them both in the face for ya. In a heartbeat.” He says, and it’s the most romantic he can get.

Robert laughs. Aaron doesn’t know a better sound.

Robert kisses Aaron then, hands cupping Aaron’s face like he’s his world. 

“I quite like you being a thieving Dingle.” Robert whispers against Aaron’s mouth.

Aaron’s eyes flicker. “I quite like you being a good for nothing farmer.” He whispers back.

[karmacharmeleon18]

re: mingi. yeah. you're not the only one who's noticed! i've been a fan of a few kpop groups for a while and i've never really seen parts of a fandom being so consistently unpleasant and critical about a member. or so obsessed with analyzing how he doesn't fit into a narrow idea of what they think he should be. maybe it happens in some fandoms, but it took me by surprise when i got into ateez a couple years ago and first explored the fandom.

mingi is just up there living his best life making music and having fun and being himself. and i think that's great. i don't understand the fans who can't seem to handle the fact that he's a real person and not a tidy collection of idol traits.

Omg thank you so much for this 😭 for the longest time I thought I was exaggerating, like I’m maybe too sensitive when it comes to Ateez? But I’m seeing more and more people notice as well and that’s reassuring… but also incredibly sad, because it means that there is something objectively wrong going on here 😟

Rant moment here, but the reason I don't use tiktok much anymore is that the comments have a character limit and everything is geared towards the easy consumption of quick videos and nothing else, which 1) makes having a public conversation impossible and 2) a video can go viral and reach and influence a big chunk of the fandom in a matter if days or even just hours

And this is how we recently got the “fuckboy Mingi treating women as disposable” drama. It started as something light, “look at him! he’s got such LA fuckboy vibes!”, but it quickly turned into “actually, he is a fuckboy and a misogynist and he makes women bark because he doesn’t respect them!!” 🤦🏾‍♀️

(as if it wasn’t us - Atiny’s delighted reactions the first times it happened during a concert - that made the barking a thing; Mingi would actually get flustered and giggle the first times, especially when the barking started unprompted, as it most often did… because Atiny don’t actually need Mingi to tell us to bark, we just do it for him naturally, thank you very much! We made it into a thing!)

This is also why we keep getting people making fun of his English, and of every tiny mistake he makes on stage. One day people are like "what a clumsy Princess ahah" but the next it might turn into "actually, someone like this does not deserve to be an idol!!"

(and I know that Ateez are the first to make fun of him, but they are his best friends of 10 years, you are a bunch of very loud and catty strangers)

But when the others make mistakes, it's quickly and easily forgotten about.

And the hip pads allegations? That still cracks me up, to be honest 😂 but it also makes you understand to what ABSURD lengths will people go just to criticize Mingi and generate more and more negativity around him. People need to make shit up to hate on him

Which brings me to the most infamous Mingi hater, a girl that one day in 2023 randomly decided to make up a story just to call Mingi a pedophile????? She posted a fancall with no audio where Mingi looks kinda distressed? and said he brought up a very graphic anime and he recommended it to her because he loved it (despite his expression saying the complete opposite). When I tell you people took this and RAN with it, I’m not exaggerating. This girl called Mingi a pedophile and all these people started doing the same, they started to call for a boycott of Ateez, for KQ to terminate Mingi’s contract. A few days later the real audio of the fancall was released: the girl brought up the anime first, Mingi reacted by looking distressed and saying he did not recommend it, he didn’t like it and actually couldn’t even finish it because it was too graphic for him (and this anime was apparently censored in SK so Mingi didn’t even see the real deal, but a less graphic version, and he STILL hated it). WHY WHY WHY???? What did she have to gain from this??? And it’s not like she was an Ateez hater trying to stir up controversy because they’re competition for her ult group. She was an ATINY, full-fledged, buying merch and going to concerts and actually stanning one of the members (maybe that was the issue? she was trying to tear Mingi down so that her fave would have less competition? I don't get it)

And it’s stuff like this over and over and over again. But only with Mingi. No one else.

(not that I want someone else to receive the same treatment! absolutely not!)

So I came here on Tumblr and the situation is vastly better, but STILL there are people that obviously dislike Mingi but call themselves Atiny??

Like, there’s a creator that constantly comments on how odd and out of place Mingi is, how he cannot speak well, not even in Korean, asking questions like “why is this guy even an idol?”, “whose idea was it to let him debut?”, “what is someone like this doing in Ateez?” and such, and saying that the rest of Ateez don’t care about anything Mingi says or does and pretty much just tolerate him and I’m like??????? Why? Are we seeing the same idol? The same group? Because to me it just sounds like they dislike Mingi and are projecting their dislike onto Ateez, and twisting reality in order to make other people dislike Mingi as well

And it doesn’t make any sense

Are you an Atiny or not??????

Like, there are some members that I don’t connect with, and you know what I do? I don’t post about them. Simple as that. I don’t understand being a hater. And above all I don’t understand being a hater while simultaneously claiming to be an Atiny

But the fact that all these people have absolutely no ground to stand on, that they need to make shit up and twist words and misrepresent interactions between members to make it look like Mingi is the worst idol ever, and everyone hates him actually, says a lot about them. And about how sweet and kind Mingi actually is

I can't get over the fact that this is a man that went on hiatus because of his anxiety and had developed some dangerous coping mechanisms, and still these people only see him as a show animal, not as a someone, but as a something that can be ridiculed and maligned and torn to shreds for their entertainment

"i don't understand the fans who can't seem to handle the fact that he's a real person and not a tidy collection of idol traits."

Exactly! Me neither

These are the same people that brag about ulting groups and idols that are so "unique and different!" but then when they see someone unique and different, react like this.

Apparently "unique and different" are only acceptable within certain parameters?

Too unique and different, and you stop being a human. And they stop feeling like they have to respect you.

[infiniteglitterfall]

It's the same shit people do when they pretend Hitler was a Zionist! The Zionists™️ negotiated with Hitler!! They're just like Hitler!!!

And then it turns out that in the '30s, after having been stripped of citizenship and rights, Jews were also forced to turn all their money and property over to the Nazis if they wanted to leave Germany. (Tactics that countries across West Asia subsequently used to monetize their Nazi-fed hatred of Jews.)

The Jewish Agency managed to negotiate with Hitler to let 53,000 whole entire Jews flee to Palestine, on the condition that their money would stay in Germany BUT they'd be allowed to buy German goods with it and have those shipped to Palestine. So it was ALMOST like keeping their money?

In a vile and desperate attempt to transfer blame for the genocide onto its victims, people routinely present this as if it saved Hitler from the international boycott against him. The Jewish international boycott, that really only stopped the fur trade between Germany and the US.

The one people wouldn't even have heard of, except that it's routinely trotted out to paint Jews as Nazis for saving the few Jews they could from the Nazis.

Things people never bring up:

Britain refusing to let Jewish refugees into Palestine after 1939.

Because rich fascist Hitler fanboy Amin al-Husseini had gotten money and training from the Nazis for terrorist militias to fight Jews, Britain, and most of all, Arabs who supported coexistence with Jews.

Britain making ships of Holocaust refugees turn around.

Britain putting fash-face in charge to begin with.

Britain leaving him in charge, and then acting all confused about why people couldn't just get along.

What I'm learning from all this is that it's really easy to blame Israel for anything.

Look for Jews whose lives were at risk.

Describe Israel helping them in a way that implies it was actually intentionally saving the bad guys' asses.

If it didn't help them, of course, you could just demand to know Why Israel Didn't Do Anything. It's such a nice neat catch-22.

[nanaluvsyouu]

haii! ! so I've got this req for enha hcs as your 'date' to a desi wedding and what they'd wear (infamous black kurta with rolled up sleeves mentioned) and how'd they'd be at the event type shit 😼

Mummy nu pasand - Fluff, slight crack

First of all, I LOVE that picture LMAO and here you go! I hope you like it!!

Scenario: It was your cousin's wedding. When you told him about the event taking part on your home country he excitedly asked if he could tag along. You happily accepted his request, so he joined you to her wedding as your date.

-Heesung would 100% watch desi movies to learn about the different wedding events. You had attended korean weddings with him and had educated yourself about what they entailed, so it only made sense for heesung to do the same.

He's the type of guy who would try and match his fits with you because he wants everyone to know your his and even if you guys were just friends, he'd match with you to keep other men/women away from you.

Let's imagine there aren't matching outfits available or you told him off for scaring the hoes, he would keep your jhumke in his pockets or your gajra around his wrist. 🤭

He's the type to get chai for you without you having to ask for it. The type to stargaze with you as you tell him stories about your village/ city and your love for your culture.

-Don't get me started on Jay. He's one of those dates that all the aunties swoon over because of his personality and attitude. The date that would spend time with your family, following you around like a lost puppy. The type to wear something not matching with you, but rather complimenting your outfit.

The date that would get mad at you when you mention something is expensive and remind you to just choose whatever you want and don't worry about the price because he's the one who will pay for it. You'd try and argue with him telling him to save his money up only for him to shush you by telling you as long as he walks this earth, his beautiful girl will never have to spend money in her account.

He is the type to make you chai as you come back from the event, as you're exhausted from the dancing and the chatting. The type to help you get unready as he massages oil onto your scalp helping you relax.

-Imagine having a date that everyone's childs go to. Yeah, that's jake. You'd want to talk to Jake about what he's going to wear at the [event name] only for some random kid holding jake's finger as the kid takes him to his dollhouse. Jake would giggle as he makes him play house with him.

The kind of date that randomly impresses the uncles and aunties with his physics knowldge. Your cousins and family members would be swooning over his accent as you roll your eyes at them.

Jake would try and wear matching accessories with you, if you were wearing silver he was wearing silver as well, if you were wearing gold he would incoperate gold into his outfit or wear a golden acessory as well.

He's openly flirt with you to help calm down your jealousy because of your cousins oggling him and swooning over his accent. The kind to roll back his sleeves as he hand feeds you saalan and naan/roti. (A/N: I need to be sedated).

-You know those men that let their partner pick their outfit? That's Sunghoon. Why you may ask. Well the reason is very simple, he knew that you knew him more than he knew himself and he also knew whatever you would pick for him would not only make him shine but also have people envy the beauty of you two.

He's the type to help you choose what jewellery to wear, calming you down when you panic about not being able to find the other pair of the jhumka as he calmly points towards your ear where the jhumka was already in. If you're a Hijabi, he's the kind of person to help you find a Hijab that matches your outfit perfectly.

The type to sneekily give your younger siblings/cousins money, bribing them to leave the two of you alone so he can spend his time admiring you without having to hear the aggrivating voices of the little gremlins.

You can't tell me that he won't befriend your sibling, spoiling them to get them to like him more than you.

-Imagine your boyfriend/husband doing your mehndi, that's sunoo. He's the type to learn how to do mehndi just so he can do yours and write his name in between the design so you can always remember him as you look at your hands.

Now he's one sassy and self assured man. He knows exactly what would flatter him and that's exactly what he's going to wear at the events. Shopping with you, nah, shopping with your mum and the aunties??? YES!

He loves hearing gossip about people he doesn't know from your mum and her friends and family, he's the kind of guy that would spend more time gossiping then actually buying the outfits, to engrossed in the conversation to care about the kurte he's meant to buy.

You are going to be kept in the loop as Sunoo discreetly points at the guests and tells you the gossip he heard when he was shopping.

-Jungwon is the date that would have already chosen what he was going to wear at the event when you had agreeded to take him to the wedding as your date.

He's highly organised, he knows exactly what he wants and he knows that he wants to visit places that mean a lot to you, this includes the graves of your loved ones or the place their ashes were spread.

Respecting your cultural belief he would pay respect to the dead, pray for them as he holds you, letting you tell him stories about how amazing they were.

The date that is helping your little sisters/nieces/cousins fix their hair, he probably lets them do his makeup and poke his dimples as they ask him questions about being a singer and if he can sing them a song.

He would happily agree as he starts singing romance bollywood songs, smirking at you, as the girls get really excited and happy and they start singing and dancing with him.

-You had begged ni-ki to match with you, he said no saying it was too cingy, so imagine the surprise on your face when he showed up matching with some of the men in your family. You scoffed as you saw them all wearing the same attire as you remembered ni-ki shutting you down for wanting to match with him.

He's not stupid, he notices the way your mood drops slightly as doubt takes over you. Ni-ki knew you were thinking something negative about yourself, he approached you as he asked for your forgiveness. You only pouted at him as you walked away ignoring him.

Ni-ki is that date that would start dancing to bollywood songs, mostly freestyling and some choreographed as he tries to get you to forgive him.

It's safe to say by the end of the performance you were too impressed by his dance to care about the non-matching outfits. You made him help you dance as you both did a couple dance at the next few events hyping up the crowd as you parents look at you two with love and admiration in their eyes.

[blushedfemmes]

hi im sorry if this is not the place n feel free to ignore, but i think im kind of realizing that im a stone bottom and idk what to do. idk why this feels so scary and monumental but i feel weird and shitty and lost and like. selfish?? i keep having the insane thought that im not attractive enough to make up for being stone. idk im just like. panicking. do u have any advice for people who are literally only 1 step into figuring this shit out </3

hi, i know the place you are in and i promise this is actually a wonderful and beautiful thing to have realized about yourself, even if it doesn't feel that way right now. from this point on you can pursue sex that actually feels good to you, and you have words to explain your own experience to yourself and to others, and- above all- you are not alone!! i've written quite a bit on here about being a stone bottom and the ups and downs of my self-acceptance journey, and have reblogged other really good posts: here's my stone identity tag.

honestly, the main source of your distress has nothing to do with you as an individual. queer and especially sapphic spaces treat sex like a chore, or a school project, in that if you aren't being an 'active participant' by their arbitrary metric (penetrating a partner or direct genital stimulation of a partner) then you're lazy and selfish. i can't stress enough how this is the exact same way one would chide a disengaged group project member, or a roommate who won't wash the dishes. and why THE FUCK would we treat sex like that??? sex is an opt-in, value-neutral activity that we can do in whatever way we want. the way that we do it matters only to the people we are having sex with. and i assure you that there are many people who want to have sex with stone bottoms. some of them are stone tops, some of them aren't! there are people out there who will find you wildly attractive and sexually compatible with them.

also, there is eroticism and joy to be found in your stone. as a stone bottom i like thinking of myself as a goddess to be worshipped, or as a fleshlight/toy for my butch to play with in my submissive moments, or leaning into that feeling of 'selfishness' and playing as a bossy and demanding bitch. a lot of people find these kind of dynamics really fucking hot. no matter what kind of dynamics you want to embody, the more authentic you are about what you like, the hotter your sex is, and the hotter you become as a result. sending you so much love and congratulations on finding your stoneness!!! 💖

[deebidabidoo]

i keep re-watching the pod to get my weekly dose of the wacklins but idk how much longer I’ll last

37:28 will caught looking at macklin’s mouth before shifting to look at his eyes

the whole part of the pod where they talk about stingpong is so underrated. so many crazy things from the pod, i feel that one gets overshadowed

i have seen that pod so so SO many times by now and i don't think even that is enough for me to catch every single twitch of their fingers and mouths and completely work through every single thing they talked about because there is just so much????

the amount of times that same shit happened is honestly astonishing

and the stingpong of it all....we DEFINITELY do not talk about it enough.

cat mentioning it and both of them going "yeah, we do that" with will cheesing like a maniac and mack getting this far away look in his eyes like he is remembering in great detail the sounds will made while they were doing...whatever that is to each other. the awkward shy look down towards his hand, will turning to look at him and both of them giggling....this is literally all just 5 seconds in that part and i coukd already write 13 page essay about it.

toff saying he got a photo from an equipment guy of their backs in welts from it, mack and will still just grinning about it......

and then will going on to make it even worse saying how they just play some music and play and that the workers come to check on them because they can just hear them screaming.....and then immediately turning to look at mack like this

and mack saying "yeah, 'cause they hurt" like no shit sherlock why the fuck do you keep doing it then 😭

them going between pingpong and stingpong and mack saying they go at it for 2 fucking hours???? backs are mangled and shoulders hurt from swinging so hard......how were they even allowed to do this is my question 😭 but then everything is okay actually and we can keep on doing it because the bruises go away in a day and a shower helps and then we are like new 😭😭

its wacklin and their weird little rituals of gotta do something together anything be it stingpong or sewer ball or anything but together please. and kinda being so secretive about all of it. private this and private that but also making sure that everyone knows that they hang out all the time and that they're the SAME behind the camera (wsh im looking at you)

and what better way for two dudes in sports to express they care for and love each other and hey i want to spend my every breathing moment with you than to do weird shit to each to each other like this stingpong ritual of theirs

not to get sappy or anything but kinda warms my heart to know they had this their rookie year. with how nhl is knowing that they could just be boys together playing these stupid games and reminisce about them with stupid grins on their faces later on is everything to me actually

[hadesoftheladies]

“your dreams were dead before they named you, baby girl”

i'm baffled by how you think this post contradicts my separatist sentiments, many of which i have outlined on this blog in recent months. i have disagreed with users who have refused to deconstruct the construct of het-marriage and dating or use lesbophobic/generally poor arguments against separatism. i have also consistently called out the gross, vulgar language some radblr users have thrown on het-partnered users. i can do both. also, my personal rants and opinions on dating and marriage have also been labelled as such on this blog. you can be a separatist and not a radfem the same way you can be not a separatist and a radfem. there is nothing in radical feminist theory that excludes het-partnered women from using that label. that is a fact. separatism is a subculture of radical feminism. it is not itself radical feminism. i am a proponent of both.

not only that, but i have called marrying men "non-feminist." that doesn't mean the women who do can't be feminist. it means feminists can do non-feminist actions. i've made at least two posts saying that.

A handful of angry young women talking shit about women who date men cannot come close to the damage it does to have the whole of society telling straight teenage girls “yeah, you have to be careful not to get raped, yeah you have to be careful not to end up with a man who’ll beat you up and then kill you when you try to leave, but it’s up to you to Pick Well! No one likes a spinster!”

okay? again, i fail to see how this is relevant to this post. women are allowed to be angry and messy. even feminists. but being bitter isn't a feminist strategy. being hostile toward women who make different choices is not furthering feminism or raising female-consciousness. i'm not saying women hating on het-culture are immoral. i'm saying it isn't activism, lol. i do, however, draw the line at bullying. as for me personally, while i do rant and make space for other non-het-partnered women to rant, i don't actually believe my rants are somehow feminist action. bc they're not. they're just rants.

Oooooooh, you’ll take away my radfem card! Good thing my radfem card isn’t where my voice lives.

you're the one who inserted yourself into this post. if you feel called out by it, then that's that i guess. i can't take anything from you, lol. i'm literally just talking theory.

As for socialism, while I support it, it sure would be nice if you’d tell socialists to clean up their misogyny too.

now see, this is where socfems and marxfems gag y'all. quite a number of you have started talking about politics like you're ordering off of amazon. "i want my socialism less misogynist please." "i want my pride events less misogynist, thank you." if you want political movements to be less misogynistic, guess what? you have to join them and get more women to join them. you have to be a part of it to change it. you have to fight for it yourself. you have to actually BE a socialist working with other socialists and teaching them how to work with WOMEN. it has to be YOU. but y'all don't like that. so you'll just keep complaining about how misogynistic this and that political party is. this whole world is misogynistic. it only got less misogynistic when women threw themselves into the mess and fought like hell for change. they didn't tut online about how they deserved better.

and let me say this. as much as i believe i've been mostly consistent in terms of my values and beliefs in what i blog about, i definitely come across some of my old posts and disagree with them. some i've deleted, some i've been deconstructing or choose to leave up as proof of my journey and imperfections. because i am constantly growing, and i'm happy to change and mature for the better. i've been reading more theory and learning more about how to involve myself with irl activism. i'm not perfect, but i'm serious about it, and that's why i keep trying and keep learning and keep pushing. i've also talked to women different from me and tried to understand their perspectives, and they've definitely influenced my journey. (shout-out to @djuvlipen, @paleo-violet and @not-yet-so-broken and many more who have unfortunately left tumblr for their insights and callouts!)

so if my tone seems different, then i'm glad for it. i feel more level-headed about things than i used to be.

it's so funny seeing "radfems" call themselves that and claim a need to "gatekeep the movement from corruption" when they don't even believe in feminism: the collective political action that furthers women's liberation beccause they a) don't believe in women's liberation as like a real thing that can happen, or feminist progress as real or evident and b) have zero intersectionality or socialist political views. i promise the women who do a and b but are married to men are more in line with radical feminism on here than these doomers. radical feminism isn't a "correct opinion." it's political action that benefits the collective. if you're just a separatist that yells on the internet and nothing else, you're neither radical nor a feminist. so many radblr users these days are radicalized instead of radical. like i promise you there's a difference.

[infriga]

One piece chapter 1154 thoughts:

Part of what sucks about Loki's situation is that it's happening because of Harald being absent but I can't blame Harald for being absent because it's made clear that he's out doing really important shit for the sake of his people, basically rehabilitating his country's relationship with the outside world after generations of them burning all their bridges. And if he hadn't been doing that then stuff like the famine would have ended up so much worse, so those outside connections are crucially important for Elbaph's economy and resources. The problem is that Harald is being kept in the dark about what's happening with Loki, who has basically fallen through the cracks without Harald having any way of knowing since he's not there and nobody is telling him. And Loki's ability to trust his own family is obviously going to be in the toilet by this point so that's probably why he's never said anything. And it sucks because Loki turned around and started doing the same kind of things to Hajrudin and other giants, perpetuating the cycle of abuse and unfortunately feeding in to his own bad reputation. And it makes sense why he'd lash out like that, but it's rough because it's only isolating him more.

Hajrudin and Loki as kids seem to represent the two different sides of Harald himself, with Hajrudin taking after Ida more, reflecting Harald's change in attitude after meeting her and learning not to take his size for granted or view other different races as inferior to himself, and Loki reflects Harald's younger attitude, when he was abusing his size and looking down on humans like they were insects. But Loki's attitude is notably also a reflection of Harald before he'd made any personal connections with Ida or humans and gotten some much needed perspective. Maybe Harald had also been like that before due to a similar sense of isolation and a desire to lash out, since his role as royalty definitely seems to be forcing him to keep a greater distance from the people he loves and his own people in general, and there's a lot about his own life he doesn't have any control over. He was forced to take Estrid as a wife, forced to live separately from Ida and Hajrudin, forced to leave Loki alone because of his obligations and duties as king. Especially now that he's taking those duties seriously and trying to do the right thing as ruler. We didn't get to see what influenced Harald to act the way he was in the beginning of the flashback, so maybe there's a reason why his earlier behaviour was so similar to Loki's.

The more we learn, the more I'm wondering how Loki and Hajrudin's roles will end up as half brothers and, well, princes. Hajrudin's dream is to become the King of Elbaph, but I feel like Loki also has a lot of potential to grow into a leader similar to how his father did. I've noticed that giants seem to often get paired up together in partnerships, especially the men, like Jarul and Jorul, Dory and Brogy, Oimo and Kashi, etc. I wonder if it's possible that Loki and Hajrudin could both become king together. It would reduce the isolation of the role, they would act as a unified front that reflects the two sides of their father and their people, and it could be a good bonding opportunity for them after all the years they've spent at odds for all the wrong reasons. Loki has spent so long feeling alone and like he has no true family, and he could stand to connect with his brother instead of taking his anger and isolation out on him, and Hajrudin also has a lot to learn himself about brotherhood and how sharing the same mother isn't the end all be all of what makes someone family. A big part of what made their father a good man was his willingness to reach out and connect with others and try to understand them from their perspective. Sure it took Ida's influence to open his eyes, but it's clear the potential was always there because he took to it so quickly and easily, when he easily could have dismissed her opinions and ignored what she had to say. But he took the time to listen and learn, from her and humans and other races. But for Loki, the first step to connecting with people would likely be connecting with his own people, and his own family. With that in mind I think him and Hajrudin becoming co-rulers is a possible outcome, especially after seeing that Imu wants both Dory and Brogy to rule together under the government's influence rather than just one or the other ruling alone, so the idea of Elbaph having 2 rulers has already been established as a possibility.

I don't think it's likely that Loki will actually join the Strawhats, even though I know a lot of people would love if he did. He really is just very big lol and it would be difficult to figure out how to have him travel with the crew at his size. Plus I feel like he needs to find a sense of connection with his own people before anything else after being ostracized for so long. But I also don't feel like him becoming the king on his own would feel quite right, at least not as things are so far, but him and Hajrudin finally forming a connection and ruling together feels like something that would fit the themes of their backstory and make sense within the more modern Giant culture as it's developed, plus it would mean Hajrudin would be able to achieve his dream as well. But that's just a theory. I guess we'll see what direction things go in as we learn more.

[camficdiner]

[1.5] younger man x older woman (i’m thinking 20 and 22) [2.19] [3.1/6] (up to you) [4.3]

i’m thinking she’s also a hockey player, it’s summer so she just graduated and is now drafted. she’s on the taller side, 5’8, plays defense, a black cat, paired with will who’s a golden retriever. in his cubby is a polaroid of him and her at the draft, he’s so proud it literally goes with him everywhere, especially in his locker during training. maybe they are practicing together and she clocks it in his locker and he’s just so proud of it while the other people training that day just roll their eyes knowing he’s whipped for an older defense(wo)man who could easily knock him on his ass anyday…

☕️ cams fic diner — order 119

🍒 thank you: to the reader who said “what if she’s older, a hockey player, and he keeps a polaroid of her in his locker like it’s holy.” this is yours.

💬 “locker room shrine”

✨ description & prompts:

character: Will Smith

prompt: he keeps something of yours in his locker for good luck — you finally find out

type: younger man x older woman, mixed fluff-smut, hockey gf/bf, golden retriever x black cat

🍒🧁🛼✨

It’s just a summer skate — casual training, nothing intense — but Will’s showing off anyway.

You’re laughing behind your glove as he dangles the puck past two defenders, then wipes out trying to toe-drag past a third.

“You’re an idiot,” you call from the bench, stretching one leg onto the dasher.

“Yeah?” He skates over, flushed, grinning, sweat beading at his hairline. “Bet you’d still pick me for your pair.”

“You’re not a defenseman.”

“I’d play wing for you.”

You tilt your head. “That’s not how pairings work.”

He shrugs, mouth twitching. “Still true.”

—

The locker room is hot and loud after. You’re one of the few girls skating with this group, so you’ve got a separate cubby off to the side — shared with a few others who come and go.

You’re halfway through unlacing your skates when your gaze drifts across the aisle.

Will’s locker is open.

There’s tape, a water bottle, a mouthguard. And tucked behind it — right above his backup stick blade — is a photo.

A polaroid. Of you and him.

You’re in your draft suit — messy bun, a chain glinting at your throat — and Will’s in street clothes, grinning with his arm flung around your shoulder. It was taken right after you got drafted.

He didn’t even go to the same event. He just showed up to support you.

You blink. Then blink again.

Because the photo’s worn. Not from time. From touch.

The corners are soft. The edge is smudged. Like it’s been taken in and out. Like it’s gone with him. Everywhere.

“Will,” you say quietly.

He turns. Stops short. Sees what you’re looking at.

“Oh,” he says, ears reddening. “That. Uh. Yeah.”

“You keep that in your locker?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah. I mean. You look good in it. And it was a big day. I was proud.”

You stare.

He shifts his weight. “It’s kind of dumb, huh?”

You cross the room.

Will doesn’t move as you step between his knees. Doesn’t blink when you take the photo gently down and hold it in your hand.

“You carry this around?”

He nods. Quiet now. “I had it in my gear bag all season.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes me feel like I can do hard shit.” He swallows. “Like if you believe in me, I’ll be fine.”

Your throat tightens.

You glance up — and the look in his eyes is too much.

You kiss him.

It’s not soft. Not chaste. It’s the kind of kiss that’s been threatening to happen since you both laced up skates at seventeen and pretended not to stare.

You kiss him like you’ve waited all season. All year. Since your draft night, since your team clinched a win and his hands were shaking when he hugged you.

And Will kisses you back like he’s starving.

His fingers find your waist. Your jersey rides up slightly and he hums when he feels bare skin.

“Wait,” you breathe, smiling against his mouth. “We’re still in the locker room.”

He blinks. “Right. Yeah.”

You drag him to your car anyway.

—

The sex is slow but messy — more laughter and hands than finesse.

You’re back at your place. You’re in your sleep shirt. Will’s shirtless, golden skin and lean muscle and nerves under your palms.

You straddle his lap on the couch, kissing him dizzy.

“You know I could flatten you in a game,” you whisper in his ear.

He laughs, breath hot. “You already do.”

“You like that?”

“Love it.”

His voice breaks when you roll your hips down.

He’s hard beneath you, breathless as your mouth brushes his jaw, your hands roaming under the waistband of his shorts.

“You want me to take care of you?” you murmur.

He nods, flushed. “Please.”

So you do.

You guide him slowly inside, one hand behind his head, the other on his chest, pressing him back into the cushions. He grabs your thighs, your waist, anything he can reach, while you ride him slow and deep.

“You feel so good,” he pants, eyes dark. “So fucking good.”

You lean down and kiss him again. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

He nods. Again. Again. “Yours. Always.”

—

The next day, the photo’s back in his locker.

Only now there’s a new one tucked behind it.

A shot of you this morning — wrapped in his hoodie, stealing a sip from his water bottle, smiling like you’ve never been happier.

And every guy in the locker room rolls their eyes when they see it.

“Jesus,” one mutters. “He’s so gone.”

Mack snorts. “Dude’s whipped.”

Will just grins.

Doesn’t care who knows.

Because you’re his lucky charm — and he’s never letting go.