#And immediately insults him in some backhanded way

[b-rainlet]

Crutchie and Spot are Bitch and Bastard Solidarity

[pacifythots]

Hello!! Can I request how the wind breaker boys if it’s too many just suo is fine on how they would react if someone hurts their s/o in front of them? Thank you

[!] THE AUDACITY?!

ⓘ THE AUDACITY TO HURT YOU INFRONT OF THEM!? gn!reader — fluff, hurt/comfort-ish, the writer laughed making this. includes. sakura, suo, umemiya, togame, + choji. (formatting this a bit different bc some have the same reaction, lmk if u want it differently).

"BEAT HIS ASS, BRO!" or, HE SWINGS IMMEDIATELY. no disregard for where you are. if its something like a serious fight, or someone ganging up on you, something of that sort. there's a kick that swings through the air before anyone can react. he might throw them, or finish the job before turning to you.

SAKURA simply throws them away from you after kicking them hard asf. he's about to continue, but he stops when he sees you in his peripheral vision and turns to you with worried eyes, nervously reaching for you, yet stopping because he as zero idea what to do or how to comfort you. he gulps and carefully touches your face, looking at your body to see if your hurt anywhere. he's shaking like a leaf, hoping you're alright.

CHOJI finishs the job. that person is done for, beat up, knocked out, just- incapacitated before he scurries over to you and bends down. his knuckles bloodied as he cups your face and looks you with worried eyes. "you're okay right?" he'll likely call the first person closest to him that he's familiar with to come help him and make sure you're alright.

CONT. that's if its a man. if its a woman swinging at you, sakura has restraint. he'll nervously push her away and yell at her for hitting you, horribly solving the problem. but he tries. choji, "equal rights, equal fights." i am so sorry, but i genuinely cannot see him as someone that holds back from a fight because of gender. especially, because the girl swung first. regardless, he (both) immediately checks on you when its over, acting smothering and cautious because he cannot have you hurt.

"ARE YOU OKAY?!" or, HE CHECKS ON YOU IMMEDIATELY. this man is immediately locked in on you. he rushes over to you, making sure you're alright, safe, and sound. he's calm, though, he can't hide his overwhelming worry for you. he's picking at you, lifting your face, lifting your arms, looking at your legs, making sure you can stand. he debates bringing you to the doctor as his worried eyes double scan you. he's not one to start nor continue unnecessary fights, so he tries to get you out of the situation as quickly as he can. if the other person is combative he tries to put the fight to rest with words.

SUO's calm demeanor can rub off on people different ways. he's normally good at reigning in his feelings during times like these, though if a bit of condescension or anger slips through, he couldn't help it. harming his s/o? in front of him? his tone can either come off as intended, calming and non-combatitve, more than likely leading to the end of whatever argument. or, his tone can come off as condescending which leads to the argument progressing. at this point, he's now using backhanded insults, other sly words, and intimidation tactics. if absolutely necessary, he'll fight. and embarrass said person.

UMEMIYA is trying his hardest not to fight. he deems it unnecessary, and he needs to leave with you and make sure your alright. he tries to de-escalate the situation. keyword tries. if he's not serious, he playful demeanor can be agitating. if he is serious, it's much easier. he gets the person to back off and he immediately scoops you up, he's carrying you bridal style, he does not need to.

CONT. that's if its a man. if it's women, neither of them are laying hands, regardless. its more likely that they would push her away and try to walk off and the townsfolk recognizes them and comes to help. that's if its outside/in public. otherwise, both of them are running away lmfao.

"ARE YOU OKAY?!" to "BEAT HIS ASS, BRO!" or, SELF EXPLANITORY. his first priority is you. it's always you. seeing someone hurt you, hit you, in public, in front of him? he's not having that. but he bends down first, carefully observing you and talking to you, making sure you're okay, then he'll handle whatever asshole hurt you.

TOGAME bends down, cupping your face with his calloused hands softly, "you alright, baby?" his eyes scan you, dusting you off and sliding his hands along you to make sure your fine. after double checking with you, he immediately swings. that's it. he's beating ass once you're okay. that person will understand and then he will quietly turn to you and help you up or whatever and leave with you. ;p

CONT. if it's a woman, he's not going to do anything, really. he'll like- give her a stank face or something. insults are a definite, but he's not laying hands. he might raise his voice but like, yeah he's tapping out and leaving.

a/n: sorry if this was bad lmfao

[raitonsfw]

Can you please PLEASE PLEASE!! do a Sukuna x reader where reader is like super super nice in public but behind closed doors is a whole different person I feel like he would find it SO amusing

Have a good day

he would, wouldn't he??

bully!reader (not in public), sukuna inhabiting itadori's body, slightly suggestive (sukuna just flirts/insults reader)

i can just see the smirk plastered on his face as you slammed the door shut behind you, your face falling flat immediately.

the entire day you had to fake a smile, quiet pleasures of 'please' and 'thank you' leaving your lips as you ran errands with itadori. and you fucking hated it, mind you- being in public was exhausting.

itadori wanted to grab snacks for his dorm and you agreed to go, throwing on your invisible mask as soon as you rounded the corner of out jujutsu high and somehow the king of curses ended up tagging along with you instead.

as you scolded him for overtaking itadori, your voice quickly diminished as a lady from the benches of the train station came over to ask you where the next bus stop was located.

and as sweet as ever, you gave a lighthearted smile- you know the ones where you could just melt away from how fuzzy you felt, seriously how could someone be so genuinely cushy? you didn't know, but it always worked like a charm whenever you were out and about.

the lady went on her way with your directions, unaware that it was the totally wrong way but she'll find her stop eventually. not that you really cared.

your day was completely ruined 'cause of sukuna- he practically tailed you the entire time, even sometimes stepping on the back of your heels to get you to drop the nice act. and some backhanded comments from him made you nearly spiral with rage.

"huh, didn't know you had that type of attitude in you..."

"think you could sweet talk me like that in bed, sweetheart?"

a light cackle sounded from sukuna as a scowl returned to your face when you slammed the door behind you. you looked at him incredulously and a smartass remark rolled off your lips as you watched him lean against the wall lazily- the insane amount of shopping bags falling onto the floor from your hands. oh, did you really think he was going to carry them for you? fat fucking chance.

and he continued the entire night too with his teasing - a coy smile complete with a bunch of flirtations that sounded more like insults - until he had to give up his front to itadori's desperate fighting.

"c'mon, use that pretty voice for me- the one you used with the nice lady."

"maybe a smile'll do you some good once in a while too."

imma incorporate this in one of my next sukuna fics, thank you for such a great idea hehe. might become a staple, to be fair.

[abyssruler]

like bread and pastries (you make me feel soft)

scaramouche x gn!reader

prince kunikuzushi can be described as mean at best, and a tyrant at worst. it comes as no surprise when years pass after his coming of age and he still hasn’t received any marriage proposals or even had a single lover. not that he would desire any of those small minded plebeians unworthy of his hand, but you, he decides, you might just be alright in his books. or — a prince and his baker.

fluff, soft scara (kinda), prince!scara, baker!reader, royalty au, bc i love the trope where the cruel and intimidating person is soft for one person and one person only

Prince Kunikuzushi’s love life—rather, his lack of one—has always been a topic of contention between the nobles of Inazuma. Some wonder if he will ever truly marry, what with his less-than-affable personality (which was, in high society terms, a sugarcoated way of saying he was an asshole). Others speculate that his mother might try to intervene and set him up with someone of reputable background.

What they don’t know—and if anyone ever found out, he would personally silence them to keep his secret safe—is that he is seeing someone. Just not someone they’d particularly find worthy or even interesting, but Kunikuzushi would beg to differ.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’re not allowed to eat the cookies until they’re at least cool enough?”

No one, not even his own mother or younger sister, would have the audacity to speak that way to him, let alone look him in the eye unflinchingly with a threatening spatula held in the air.

You’re covered in flour, from your hair to your clothes to the smear on your cheek that has his fingers itching to wipe it off. Your back is held straight, chin up and utterly unafraid to meet his stare head on as if he isn’t the heir to the shogunate and will one day rule the very country you reside in, as if his reputation for being all too happy to order someone’s tongue cut off for any insult, imagined or not, doesn’t even register in your head.

And if it’s you, well, then you have a perfectly good reason why.

Kunikuzushi drops the cookie he’d been in the middle of taking a bite out of into the tray, letting his displeasure known by crossing his arms and turning away from your chiding stare with a frown that could almost be called petulant.

“I pay you to make cookies for me, you know,” he grumbles, but you respond by huffing in amusement.

“Your mother pays her retainers, who then pay the right people, who then pay me to bake in the kitchens for the royal family and their guests.”

He raises his brow. “Practically the same thing.”

You pinch his arm for his sass, and any other person would have been met with a backhand across the face and an immediate order to be whipped fifty times in the public city square, would have had their hand cut off for even daring to touch, let alone harm, the Crown Prince of Inazuma, but you—

You make him so disgustingly soft. Like butter left to melt in the sun, and really, that’s what you are: a sun. Dazzling and blinding and so very unattainable.

“The point is, my prince, you can afford to have a little patience every now and then,” you tell him, lowering your spatula and placing it on the table.

“I’m a very patient person.” He smiles, the kind he knows unsettles you because, and he quotes, it gives you the heeby-jeebies to see something so fake and uncharacteristically sweet on his face.

“I doubt that,” you respond, poking the cookie with a finger to check if it’s cooled enough already. With a grin, you pick one up and bring it to his mouth. “Say aah.”

He looks at you blankly. “Not even a minute ago and you were scolding me for trying to eat one.”

“I’m a changed person.” You send him a cheeky smile, gesturing to the cookie still outstretched in front of his awaiting lips. “So?”

Kunikuzushi rolls his eyes. If anyone had dared to do something so childish, something so debasing and humiliating in front of him, coercing him to do something he would have never done in his life even under sword point, he would have had their heads cut off and fed to the monsters that lurk outside the city.

But since it’s you…

Fine.

He opens his mouth, face warm at the embarrassing display, and says, “Aah.”

You laugh in delight, bringing the cookie to his lips. The taste of dough and something that faintly reminds him of vanilla bursts in his tongue. It’s soft and chewy, like bread and melted chocolate. He isn’t one for overly cloying sweets, especially not the ones his mother so favors, but the ones you make are always somehow just right for him.

Leaning close, you eye him with anticipation. “How is it?”

He chews for a few moments, gathering his thoughts before he ultimately decides that he’s been far too lax in reminding you of who he is and his reputation. “It’s passable.”

…Is he really so far gone that that is the best insult he could think of on the spot?

He could name a few adjectives that he’s prone to use on the daily. Disgusting, revolting, terrible, abhorrent, nauseating, repugnant—to name a few. But, somehow, his mouth refused to form the words, so he was left to say passable instead.

“If it’s passable, then I guess it’s not enough for your refined palate,” you feign distress, turning to the tray of cookies and making a move to grab them. “I suppose I’ll have to throw these away…”

For the second time that day, he does something he considers beneath him and rolls his eyes. “Stop the dramatics. The cookie was…” the muscles on his mouth hurt with the effort to say something not unkind, “…good.”

You beam, all crinkled eyes and lovely upturned lips. It makes his heart palpitate, probably because of how adorable abhorrent he finds the sight. “Hehe, I knew you’d like it.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he tells you, lest you suddenly think he actually likes you, never mind the fact that he was the one who hounded your attention and made the first move to kiss you all those months ago.

“Whatever you say,” you sing-song, leaning on the counter beside him and getting flour on his immaculate robes when your arm brushes up against his. “But I was wondering why you came to visit me today. You told me yesterday that you had pressing matters to attend to.”

Ah, right. The reason for his sudden appearance in Tenshukaku’s kitchens. The conversation with his mother yesterday repeats in his head.

“My mother wants me to find someone to marry as soon as possible.” Kunikuzushi looks at you, eyes wide and expectant.

Your eyes suddenly dim, looking down at your feet in an uncharacteristic show of hesitance. “Oh. Then… I wish you and whoever you choose as your spouse the best of wishes.”

A muscle in his brows twitch. He can’t believe you didn’t get the hint. Are you truly going to make him say it?

Something distinctly uncomfortable tugs at his chest when he sees you fiddling with your fingers.

Tch. Fine.

“It’s you,” idiot, he wants to add, but his tongue seems to have a mind of its own. “I came here to tell you that you’re going to marry me.”

Your head snaps up, face a mixture of shock and hesitant hope. But then you grimace, “But you’re the prince, and I’m…”

He scoffs. “So? Once we’re married, any insult directed toward you is an insult to me as well. I’ll have them killed—if you want.” The last part is added only because he saw you go pale at the mention of killing people.

“Right, but…” you trail off, tilting your head to him and narrowing your eyes. There it is, that audacious spark that captured his attention from the beginning. “You’re supposed to ask me to marry you, not order me around.”

His face pinches.

“Well, my prince? Are you gonna ask me or not?” you tease.

The sheer nerve at your audacious request. If you were one of the mindless nobles that scurry about his mother’s court, he would have you whipped. Insolent, impertinent, brazen, and a mischievous smile that has him so utterly—

Whipped.

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms and feeling his cheeks redden. His eyes meet yours unflinchingly despite the erratic beating of his heart.

“Will you marry me?”

One month and many arguments and severed tongues later, the Crown Prince Kunikuzushi is wed to you.

And if Yae Miko uses that opportunity to write a light novel fanfiction about the prince and his baker, well, she responds to Kunikuzushi’s angry letter with a signed copy of the book’s first edition and a note about how much the people loved it and how his reputation has skyrocketed because of it.

[flippinpancakes64]

Can I request the cullens x reader whose love language is like playfully bullying, like insults and bickering but like in a joking way they don't actually mean to be rude but they cullens don't know that so they just think reader suddenly doesn't like them anymore.

Thanks for your time❤️

The Cullens with a reader who playfully bullies them

I’ve sort of got this issue where my normal speaking cadence is sarcastic and people don’t know if I’m being honest or not. So I understand the struggle.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He can tell when you’re joking

You know, reading minds and everything is pretty helpful in that scenario

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t get confused sometimes tho

He knows you like to tease him from time to time

And he never usually takes it personally

But for some reason the last comment you made on his hairdo really got to him

Somehow he missed the playful hint in your mind and now he’s sulking

Like actually pouting

He is up in the piano room sadly plinking on the keys

You have to go up there and personally apologize

Obviously he can look into your mind and tell that you’re being serious

This kinda thing happens from time to time, him missing those little cues

But he’s pretty easy to reason with afterwards

Just apologize profusely for hurting his feelings

Alice:

She’s got some pretty thick skin

Especially when it comes to physical attributes about herself

Except for her hair

Vampire hair can’t grow and in the books/graphic novel it’s a lot choppier and shorter

She does her best, but it can never fully live up to her fashion standards

So all it takes is one backhanded remark about her hair and she’s really upset

She won’t tell you, she just excuses herself

She’ll bring it back up later when she’s more calm though

She needs a bunch of cuddles and kisses to forgive you

And even then you might have to go shopping with her

Jasper:

He’s a bit insecure when it comes to certain things

Namely the scars on his arms

He doesn’t mind your playful bullying

But when you joke about something he’s so ashamed of, he shuts down

He knows that you know that it’s a touchy subject for him

So he assumes that you’re trying to hurt his feelings

He stays in the forest for a day or two

He intends to be alone

Since you don’t want him, he’ll stay away

You’re gonna have to go find him and stop him from moping and being sad

Apologize profusely right now

And tell him you didn’t mean it

He can sense the sincerity coming from you

And even though he is still a little hurt, he’ll forgive you

Just don’t bring up his scars again

Rosalie:

She’s also one to playfully bully you

Sometimes she crosses the line

But she’s always quick to fix it

She’s not going to let shit stew

If you insulted her in some way and didn’t seem like you were joking, she asks you about it immediately

Not one to beat around the bush

And as long as you clarify that it was a joke, you didn’t mean it, etc, she doesn’t hold a grudge

If you didn’t mean it to be harmful, she won’t take it that way

Overall she’s pretty chill when it comes to misunderstandings

However, if there’s ever a time where she can’t talk to you about it quick enough to resolve things, she’s angry

She starts second guessing herself, asking if you really meant it, why you would say that, other things

She just gets really pissed off

Like she could punch something

Not you of course

But again, she doesn’t wait around

As soon as both of you are available to talk about it she’s striking up the conversation

10/10 communicator

Emmett:

He’s got thick skin

But he’s also easily confused

He doesn’t understand sarcasm too well

He just hears the insult and he’s like “…babe?”

So if you wanna play bully him you’re gonna have to explain that it’s a joke

Usually he catches on if you start laughing afterwards

But if you don’t, he’s lost

It’s happened a couple times

Usually he asks right after you say it if you mean it

And he just looks at you with these wide eyes and you can’t resist

But if you double down, maybe you’re in a more playful mood, it just re-establishes it to him

And he just sort of says “oh…ok” and walks away all sad

You’re gonna have to go find him to apologize

And don’t do it again

Esme:

She also gets a bit confused by it

Like wdym your way of showing affection is by insulting me???

She doesn’t get it

And she’s pretty upfront with the fact that she would prefer if you were just… nice to her

We love a partner who can properly communicate their boundaries

Because of this, every time you do insult her and take it a step too far, she takes it personally

She gets really hurt

And when she’s hurt she tends to isolate a little

Please go find her and apologize

And cuddle

And watch a movie

And whatever else she wants to do

Carlisle:

He’s sort of similar to Esme

He’s not a big fan of the playful bullying

But he does understand it better

He’s not too fond of the fact that sometimes you make fun of his clothes or his hair

But he also knows when you’re joking

He doesn’t ask you to stop

But he does set very clear boundaries

If you go after something he’s insecure about or he feels you shouldn’t joke about, he tells you

It’s very very rare that he misunderstands you

He knows that’s just how you are

And he doesn’t usually take it personally either

What can I say he’s a very well rounded guy

Vampire! Bella:

She’s got some insecurities, we all know that

Specifically when it comes to the other vampires

If you say literally anything about her not being as graceful, as smart, as funny, literally anything, she is so upset

She wants to be like the other Cullens so bad that if you say anything like that she shuts down

She trusts you, and even though she knows you like to joke around, this is the one thing she can’t joke about

You’re gonna need to apologize a whole lot

And even then she’ll be touchy

Just don’t talk about that tho and you’ll be good

[seaslugfanclub]

Hi! How you doin? I saw that Clayton and Alameda fell under the "Crush/Romantic feelings" category in one of your previous posts and was wondering if I could request some separate imagines on them? Since there's not much mention of them in your other works (especially Clayton), just to get an idea of what they're like with (Y/N). Please and thank you!

Sure!! I’d love to write more about Clayton, he’s so underrated 😭 Enjoy!

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Clayton

He’s one of the more… aloof villains of the park. Unlike the others who parade around the park giving backhanded compliments and insulting the elderly, Clayton tends to stay more on the sidelines.

I mean… the only thing he really liked to do was hunt, and he can’t exactly skewer any living creatures at the “happiest place on earth”

Though what he wouldn’t give to make a new coat out of that sardonically scarred lion…

With our beloved park attendant (Y/N), they found a couple ways to get along with him.

(Y/N) asked him about his hunting expeditions and his time in Victorian England

As much as (Y/N) hates the idea of killing for the sake of killing, Clayton can tell one hell of a story. He becomes super animated, hands waving around and voice super loud. He even got Gaston’s attention.

Other villains walked in on both (Y/N) and Gaston sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor as Clayton relayed the tale of his expedition in Peru like it was story time

He LOVES showing off his skills and strength, and what can I say, (Y/N) loves a show

As for the romantic aspect of Clayton and (Y/N)’s relationship, I believe Clayton fell first

Clayton was a man from Victorian England, where it was risqué for a women to show her ankles

Now imagine Clayton seeing (Y/N) in small summer wear attire, it is Florida/California after all…

During one of Clayton’s tantrums, he ended up screaming in (Y/N)’s face. And what did they do? They slapped him across the face, shocking him to silence

No one has ever dared lay a finger on him, and as (Y/N) immediately apologized to him he could only think one thing; “that was hot”

Clayton isn’t used to someone being genuinely interested in his past, and the way that (Y/N) looks at him when he retails his adventures keeps the Englishman up at night

It’s weird, but (Y/N) loves how big Clayton’s hands are, like they take one of his hands and covers their entire face with it, much to Clayton’s embarrassment

(Y/N) is now Clayton’s official backpack, they cling to this man as he walks around the park. Clayton loves showing off his strength and (Y/N) loves being carried

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Alameda Slim

Cowboy time baby

Alameda is one of the most unknown villains, like no one cares

But (Y/N) does, (Y/N) always tries to get Alameda included with the Villains and park activities

Whenever there’s a big crowd, Alameda always gravitates to (Y/N)

The size difference between them omg

(Y/N) brings Alameda old country music records, he now has a whole milk crate filled with albums

Gives (Y/N) mini concerts, yodeling along to the records

They have movie nights together in the common area watching old westerns! Alameda always interrupts the movie pointing out all the inaccuracies

One time Alameda tried to show (Y/N) how to square dance, and accidentally made them go airborne when he tried to spin them around

(Y/N)’s super curious about Alamedas yodeling, does it only affect cows? They decided to experiment on a bunch of different animals around the park, much to the park goers dismay

Turned out the only other animal effected by yodeling is… pigeons

Alameda ended up running for his life, a horde of hypnotized pigeons chasing after him

(Y/N) ended up having to convince Alameda it was safe to go outside again, after he barricaded himself in his room

Alameda likes to plop his cowboy hat on (Y/N)s head when it gets to hot outside

[taintedtort]

Hello hello :>

May i req suna, tsukki, yamaguchi, and kenma x f!reader whos kinda chubby

Imagine she likes to bake, and like their school got another girl manager for the volleyball team

And her, matching the fact thats shes chubby plus she likes to bake decides to subtly pick on her so the others dont notice

And also imagine she likes character and she only picks on her cuz shes characters gf

Thank you!! Stay hydrated <3

" BAKER GIRL! "

summary. they stick up for you

characters. tsukishima, yamaguchi, kenma

warnings. f!reader, chubby!reader, bullying

a/n. i didn’t write for suna because i’m not 100% confident that i know his character that well, and i didn’t want to write something ooc and bad :(

TSUKISHIMA

☆ he notices almost immediately that the new manager is picking on you. she’s trying to be subtle, but he’s not stupid. he can see the way your expression falls a bit every time she says something backhanded, and it makes him pissed. you’re such a sweet girl, even to him, and seeing someone purposely make fun of you and belittle you makes him angry. he definitely makes it known that he does not like the new manager, so if she’s feeling any type of way about him, those feelings are soon gone. every time she says something to you, he’s quick to spit an insult back at her in your defense, because he knows you won’t do it yourself.

☆ he’s always the first to try your baked goods, and he’s not one to praise anyone, but he always has kind words for you. especially in front of her. if she says something nasty, he’s countering it and brushing her off.

☆ you two have a private conversation about it, and he reassures you that he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and that she’s just jealous of you. those words coming from tsukishima is definitely a confidence booster, so you try to just stop talking to her altogether.

YAMAGUCHI

☆ i feel like he’s able to recognize the signs of bullying because he went through the same things when he was younger… and maybe because of tsukishima as well.

☆ he isn’t a fan of anyone talking to you in a nasty way, and he wants to stick up for you because he was grateful when tsukki stuck up for him all those years ago. he wants to be like that for someone else too.

☆ i think he’d be more subtle about it than tsukishima though. maybe not direct insults to her, but definitely would whisper and giggle about her and make it obvious. shit talks behind her back 100%.

☆ he compliments you every day anyway, so there’s no need to feel insecure about some random girl that’s being rude for no reason. though he can’t even fathom how anyone would dislike you. he tries to just take up all your free time during practice so she’s not even able to get a word in.

KENMA

☆ definitely notices pretty quickly. he’s practically always looking at you, he’s got a staring problem. he’s watching you everytime she says something, and he sees the way you frown and grow awkward, trying to laugh off whatever she said. it makes him annoyed, you’re prefect in his eyes. people like that piss him off.

☆ he wouldn’t directly say anything, but he’d drag you off whenever she tries to talk to you. if he’s not able to, he advises you to basically ignore her unless it’s manager stuff about the team.

☆ he'd complain to kuroo about it because he’s captain, and because that’s his best friend. kuroo cares about you nearly as much as kenma, so you can bet that situation is getting handled pretty quickly. the whole team loves you, especially because you always bake sweets for them. it makes things awkward for the girl for a while until she eventually resigns as manager.

[inblackwoods]

More on why this is so later, but when Daniil talks to people, he tends to mirror their speech patterns. This makes even very short conversations with some people- Big Vlad, for one- complex. The first thing Vlad says to Bachelor is:

“Ah, Bachelor Dankovsky, of course… Who else could be so dapper… I’ve heard quite a lot about you… Have you taken a look around? Be sure to check the state of the industry around here… We have our own ways.”

To which the Bachelor immediately picks up on a certain, thinly veiled bitchy energy. He responds: “How curious! And what is the current state of your industry?”

Big Vlad and Daniil are unfortunately similar in some ways- adhering to social etiquette and politeness leads to a lot of subtle, backhanded compliments, carefully worded insults, and politicking. “Who else could be so dapper,” (you uppity little snob), is retaliated with a comment implying something might not be so grand about Vlad’s industry. But neither of them will say anything directly. “We have our own ways,” is also leading to the more interesting aspect of this conversation. Vlad speaks flippantly about the Bull Project, acting as if it were as natural and unchangeable as gravity, and furthermore is beyond an outsider’s comprehension, so it certainly couldn’t be criticized by someone like Daniil. Yet the entire time Vlad’s suggesting as much, he is avoiding direct statements on it.

He says: “Come now… It’s a complicated establishment with a thousand years of history. A special approach is required to control such a colossus. See where I’m getting at, emissary?”

And Bachelor responds: “But no! Such businesses always leave room for improvement.”

It’s the same airy, dismissive sort of manner of speaking that Vlad was using, but this time to challenge and dismiss the notion that the industry is beyond question, scrutiny, or improvement, even from an outsider. Bachelor is speaking in a way that lets Vlad know that he knows how Vlad is trying to manipulate him and he’s NOT having it. He’ll make it clear by recognizing and perfectly mirroring the evasive “polite” playing dumb that Vlad is doing. 

What’s interesting is that Bachelor cares to do all of this, to argue about something that doesn't really impact or benefit him. He isn't planning on staying in town, why care how the industry/power structure is designed? Why care to fight for the Kin (who do become major points of discussion in Daniil's conversations with both Vlads) even in the most indirect capacity? Daniil isn’t always kind to the Kin, though he can be decent depending on how you play him, and he does have an amount of fondness for and connection to Isidor. I think there are two other reasons. 

One, Daniil hates anyone who tries to control his reactions, thoughts, feelings, or words. Vlad wants to force Daniil into a certain perspective, keep him ignorant to exploit him instead of giving him any information. Vlad is trying to give him no other options but to agree with him. Bachelor doesn't take kindly to being controlled and it isn't easy to do (though it does happen a lot). Two, Bachelor is dedicated to absolute truth (despite his own deceptive tendencies) and the Olgimskys are some of the biggest liars. They treat the Bull Project like it's a natural fact of human existence and it is absolutely not. The subjugation of the Kin is cruel and violent and not at all the natural order of people or the world- pretending otherwise is blatantly false and gross, even to Daniil. Of course all of this would piss Bachelor "truth is my shepherd" Dankovsky off.  When Vlad says "The sanitary inspection last year testified that the Bull Project is in order. Nothing to cavil at. Everything’s fine," that should sound an alarm, and it does for Daniil.

If any of this is of interest, my transcription and analysis is here. This project is what inspired other posts like this one.

[rocksibblingsau]

do you have any specific ideas of things that Pop trolls would do that would upset Branch and other techno trolls in general?

How they would react to Branch coming back is a big one. Not just because they think Techno culture is weird and different (tbf all tribes think that of each other a bit so that's a given) but the overall attitude of 'of course Branch isn't acting right' and the attempts to correct his behavior.

Have you guys ever heard anyone say 'Never insult someone's smile/laugh because they will feel bad every time they are happy'? The Techno Tribe doesn't appreciate seeing Branch enjoying himself only to be told he's not having fun the right way. Especially when it's not a Techno-specific trait, but rather one he had while a Pop Troll.

Their passive aggressiveness and subtle rude remarks would also bother Techno Trolls because if you don't like someone, you shouldn't pretend to while also talking badly about them. They're also of the 'if you want to be rude to someone, have the confidence to do it right' mindset. If you wanna say someone is annoying, if you're telling everyone in town then you better tell them too. Obviously venting is a different matter but with Techno Trolls you'll know if they dislike you because you're the first person they'll tell.

The one crux of that is Techno Trolls can't actually really tell what's a backhanded compliment or snide remark, so they may be told one of those and not be able to tell it's meant to be rude, so they miss the chance to tell someone off.

An example:

Pop Troll, clearly disinterested: Wow Branch as fun as it is listening to you talk about kelp, do you have any other stories about living in the ocean with raving techno trolls? Synth, very interested: Yeah Bro, these are wayyy too many fun facts all at once! I'm getting too invested in kelp now! Oh we should totally have some kelp salad!

If in this scenario Synth had been aware that the Pop Troll was trying to insinuate that Branch was being boring and to change topics to something that they actually cared about, he would have probably said something like 'Hey! If you don't like hearing him talk, you have two legs you can walk away with!' He took the words as truthful though, and genuinely believe this person liked hearing about kelp but wanted to switch topics as a quick breather from the wonders and majesty of kelp.

Same with backhanded compliments/passive aggressive 'observations'.

Pop Troll: You talk a lot. Synth: Really? Cool!

It's possible for a Techno Troll to accidentally tolerate a lot of bullying simply because they don't know bullying is happening. If you point out to them the conversation they've been having for the past 20 minutes has actually been just a subtle insult-fest of someone however they will immediately go off on the person.

[hypewinter]

Ok Tim next: Now due to his upbringing, Timbo is an insecure little nugget. This leads him to surrounding himself with a less than ideal lot who basically just treat him as entertainment. There's a problem with this arrangement though. Tim is absolutely boring. Either he doesn't realize they're insulting him with backhanded compliments or he doesn't care. Plus it's not like they need his money or anything since all their parents are rich socialites too. This leads to Tim's "friends" slowly distancing themselves from him. Desperate to get them back, Tim unleashes his last trump card: he knows the secret identity of Batman and his gang.

Naturally the friends don't believe him because why would this tiny nerd know one of the most coveted secrets of Gotham? So Tim sets out to gather proof. He snaps pictures of the Waynes both in and out of uniform to prove that they really are the same people. This leads to him getting caught up in a rogue attack where he gets injured. Duke notices an injured civilian crawling into an alleyway and immediately goes over to help only to recognize the civilian as not only Tim Drake, the only son of the Drake family but also as the unknown nonthreatening presence that's been loosely following him and the others for the past few days. When Tim wakes up in the hospital with the Wayne children surrounding him, he thinks he's been caught and proceeds to babble out everything. As if that wasn't already concerning enough, Bruce can't get ahold of the Drake parents and even when he eventually does, they insist on finishing their dig site first... while their child is in the hospital. As you can imagine CPS is promptly called and before Tim can blink, he's now the Wayne family's new ward. Additionally seeing no reason to hide their identities, the Waynes let Tim into that Batcave whenever he wants (this leads to him helping out behind the scenes with Alfred).

As for Steph: Similar to Duke I'm not really changing much as her story takes place outside of the batfam. She ends up meeting Tim outside of school and they become friends. After noticing the tale tell signs of her being a vigilante as well as the others complaining about someone new running around Gotham, Tim puts two and two together and invites Steph to meet the family.

Alright who's next? Ah yes Jason: Bruce has met this tiny ball of rage multiple times as he often visits Jason's school for charity events. He immediately clocks Jason as not having a great home life and decides to keep an eye on him. Which is why Bruce is one of the first to know when Jason stops coming to school one day. He's also the one who pressures CPS to do a wellness check at the boy's home where they find no one. The address on file for Jason Todd is an old ratty apartment that has long since been empty and cold.

Bruce panics and immediately puts everyone on the look out for the kid. They're checking alleys, they're checking shelters, heck some of them even check the sewers (you never know). But Jason is nowhere to be found. After another night of fruitless endeavors Bruce tiredly makes his way back to the batmobile. It is only then that he notices in his desperate search for Jason that he parked in the one place in Gotham he avoided like the plague, Crime Alley. It is also in this place Bruce vowed never to near, that he sees Jason, trying to break into the batmobile. He almost cries with relief. Instead he carefully approaches the boy. It takes a long time (and a lot of bribes) to convince Jason to come with him to the police station. It takes significantly less time to get emergency custody of him. And it takes somewhere in the middle for Jason to warm up to the Wayne family. (While he does warm up to them, he does remain a little suspicious. Suspicious enough to find a clock in the study that leads to the batcave. This leads Jason to using practically every threat in the book to get himself added to the roster)

Part 1 Part 3

[kimbappykidding]

Part One Here

It had been weeks since your collaboration performance and you’d not seen Jeonghan once, which was odd considering you shared a work building. You figured he was avoiding you but heard he’d been on several more dates with Bomi. You were confused because she didn’t report him suddenly changing now he no longer had to make you jealous and then it dawned on you that Jeonghan’s bad behaviour might’ve just been about you. Did you just bring out the worst in him or something? Was the person he was with Bomi actually the real him? 

Confused you started seeing Joshua and you enjoyed it. He was nice, charming and hot but in a very different way to Jeonghan. While Jeonghan had been slender and soft Joshua was muscular and masculine. Both were good but you weren't sure which you preferred. You liked the security of dating Joshua though and he made you feel good about yourself which you needed after Jeonghan. 

When the other members found out you and Bomi were both dating members of the same group but never hung out together they found it funny. They teased the two of you about it until one-day Bomi admitted it upset her because in any other situation the two couples could’ve gone on couple dates but because you and Jeonghan hated one another she didn’t feel comfortable even bringing him round to your house. You immediately felt bad your vendetta was affecting Bomi that way and sought to take some steps forward. So you told Joshua about it and that you’d be open to double dating if he was. "Really?” he asked "you know that’d mean Jeonghan being there right?". You laughed "yes but we're all adults, I think I can be civil plus it's about time we bury the hatchet". Joshua smiled "that actually makes me really happy to hear, Jeonghan's one of my closest friends and I know you’d get on if you tried". You smiled "well for you and Bomi I can certainly do that" and you kissed him softly. You figured with Joshua and Bomi there it couldn’t be that bad. 

The date was arranged and you and Bomi came together. You were slightly nervous and she noticed. Bomi took your hand "thanks for doing this". You smiled at her "it's fine, I want us to become closer too". She shot you a huge smile that made it all worth it...then you saw Jeonghan. He looked good but then again when didn’t he? He seemed tense though. While Joshua grinned when he saw you Jeonghan looked down. Joshua was definitely the more welcoming whereas Jeonghan just muttered a hello and didn’t look at you or even really Bomi.

”Well you both look lovely” Joshua smiled “did you struggle getting here?”. You shook your head “no parking was easy”. “That’s lucky” Jeonghan said looking at you and you flushed but figured mentioning your driving was a coincidence so you didn’t comment. “It’s so cold though!” Bomi said and Joshua nodded chatting to her about it. 

You could tell Jeonghan didn’t want you here. You could feel the angry energy practically radiating off him and anytime he looked at you there was nothing but coldness there. He spoke to the others fine but his words to you were sharp and passive aggressive. You’d only been there 10 minutes and it was already grating on you. 

Joshua asked how the interview you’d done as a group earlier was. You and Bomi began to explain how one of the hosts was really rude. “He kept insulting up but in that backhanded way you can’t really accuse him of anything” you explained. Joshua groaned “I hate that”. Bomi nodded “and he was so rude to Y/n. She kept defending us and answering him back and he called her unlikable! Can you believe it?” she cried angry for you. You smiled at her when Jeonghan ruined it with one word.   "Yes" he muttered and you all froze. 

You were caught off guard and a little hurt. "I didn’t mean..." Jeonghan said noticing how everyone went quiet but you weren’t having it. "I think it's exactly what you meant" you replied and stood up "I'm going to the bathroom please excuse me". Joshua went to follow you when Bomi stood up "let me" and she glared at Jeonghan before rushing after you. "What the hell?" Joshua asked the second she left "can’t you see how hard Y/n is trying?". "Maybe that’s the problem?" Jeonghan replied "why does she always have to be a perfect princess pretending everything is okay?". "You know I always thought this was two-sided but now i’m thinking you’re the one with a problem not her but I can’t for the life of me work out why" Joshua glared "what has she ever done to you? Is this all because she almost scratched your car months ago?". Jeonghan sighed "no". "Then what is it? What’s so bad that you couldn’t put aside one night of being petty for Bomi and me?". Jeonghan shook his head in disbelief at what Joshua was encouraging him to tell. "I...I should just go. Tell Bomi I'll call her later" he said and he left some money before leaving. Meanwhile in the bathroom you felt awful. Jeonghan was obviously more hurt than you were about what had happened but you had no idea what to do about that. Then Bomi came in and you wiped your eyes “i’m fine I just need a second”. “No you’re not, come here” she said and wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry I just wasn’t expecting it” you admitted. Bomi nodded “he was horrible and I could see you trying so don’t you dare apologise”. “But I wanted to put this all behind us for you” you admitted and Bomi shook her head “you tried. You did that for me, it was him that didn’t and don’t worry I’ll deal with him. The way he spoke to you was not okay”. You went to brush it away but Bomi shook her head “no I’m not letting it go. You don’t have to be best friends and maybe double dates were a bit unrealistic but he won’t be rude to you like that. You’re my friend and I love you” Bomi said and you almost cried again. “I love you too” you smiled and she took your hand “now dry your tears and let’s go have a nice night. I bet Jeonghan’s left so we can have a chill night just me, you and Joshua. Okay?”. You nodded and followed her out of the bathroom. 

Joshua was just as apologetic about what happened. You told him not to worry about it but he wouldn’t take that and was determined he’d get Jeonghan to apologise to you. You hoped it was going to be one of those promises that nobody ever mentioned again but then your leader texted you telling you, you’d be doing another performance with Seventeen. Apparently the first one got a lot of views so your management had arranged a second one. You’d be seeing Jeonghan first thing on Monday morning. 

Great. 

The second you walked into the dance studio Jeonghan noticed you. His eyes shot to you and then he looked reluctantly to Joshua who was across the room. You pretended like you hadn’t seen him and didn’t know he was coming over. He greeted Bomi and then called your name “Y/n can we talk outside for a second”. You paused “if this is about the other night you don’t have to...” when Bomi interrupted “go with him Y/n, please?”. You couldn’t say no to her so you nodded and Jeonghan led you from the room. “There a small room we can use down here” he said and you just nodded. You tried not to think about how it was the practice room you first slept together in and just looked at the floor. Once inside Jeonghan closed the door firmly and turned to you “i’m sorry for what I said to you the other night”. You shook your head “it’s fine, there’s history here so forget it”. Jeonghan frowned “but I don’t like how I acted and as you said what happened between us is in the past. There’s no need for me to keep punishing you for it”. You looked at him confused “what made you have a change of heart? Three days ago you hated me”. Jeonghan sighed “I know but see I was so angry at you because I realised...you were totally right. The way we were around each other wasn’t good. Sure it was hot but it wasn’t healthy and the weird thing is I've never been like that around anyone before" Jeonghan admitted. You nodded "me either...I guess we bring it out in each other?". He nodded "yeah we definitely seem to". You sighed "but I don’t want to. It's so tiring hating someone and being angry at them". Jeonghan nodded "I agree but it doesn’t have to be that way right? We can decide to stop it?". You nodded “right?". “Okay so starting today it is a fresh start, there was no car incident, no...us, no terrible meeting in the restaurant. It’s a blank slate”. You smiled “I like the sound of that. 

The two of you managed to keep your word and this time around the collaboration was so much better. No arguing or glaring, just hard work and dedication. You and Jeonghan actually talked to one another and had a lot in common. There was already an air of familiarity between you so you found it easy to talk and get to know each other. You were actually starting to become friends. You realised you were very similar, stubborn schemers who thought they knew everything and you found it funny how you’d never noticed that before. You actually looked forward to seeing him at work and soon got a reputation for distracting one another with your joking around. 

You were learning the choreo for the end part of the number where you were all on stage together. Jeonghan was on the row in front of you and you had to weave in and out of one another for this section of the dance. The only problem was you were terrible at it and kept elbowing Jeonghan in the stomach. This time you elbowed him in the stomach AND stood on his foot. Jeonghan let out a dramatic cry and pretended to fall to the floor. In response you stepped on his other foot and Jeonghan let out another loud cry making everyone laugh while you insisted he was fine trying to yank him onto his feet. The choreographer was used to this but had the wrong idea. "I know you're dating but stop flirting for one minute and focus" she joked and immediately everyone froze. "Erm no we're not together..." Jeonghan said and you nodded "yeah he's with Bomi and I'm with Joshua". "Ow I just thought because you had so much chemistry and got along...I'm gonna shut up now". 

While several of the members laughed it off you and Jeonghan shot away from one another, you couldn't look at each other the rest of the day. Both Bomi and Joshua noticed and they thought it was odd. So they started paying more attention to the two of you and noticed there was something there. Something familiar in the way you interacted. Something that didn’t seem quite like a work relationship. It began to raise questions in both of their heads and suspicions began to form but nothing burst until the night after the performance.

Your second collaboration went incredibly smoothly and to celebrate Seventeen invited your group over to their house to celebrate. You all went and everyone was in pretty high spirits toasting to a job well done. Then the drinking games started and you started playing never have I ever. Some of them were pretty basic never have I ever forgotten a partner’s birthday, lied to another member etc and you were having fun. Especially when people started cheating. Dk had one finger left up but when the question was “never have I ever fallen asleep while eating food” he didn’t drink. This went unnoticed until 3 turns later when Woozi spotted it and they were currently debating if to give Dk another chance or not. You watched amused, thinking you’d gotten away with your own cheating but of course you hadn’t.  

"Well considering Y/n lied and didn't drink when you said the tattoo one I think DK should be excused" Jeonghan called and everyone turned to you. "You lied!" Dino asked and you laughed "I...might've just not have drunk and I thought nobody noticed". The group laughed and Dk was very much forgotten in this new turn of events.  Mingyu looked at you "okay so what's the tattoo of?". "The sun" you replied and he smiled "and where is it?". You blushed and everyone began laughing. "Maybe we should change the subject?" Scoups asked and Joshua went to nod when Jeonghan laughed "come on Y/n it's not that bad just tell them". You rolled your eyes at him but nodded "it's on the centre of my back, like right below the shoulder blades". The others all nodded finding nothing weird about it but Joshua did. 

"How do you know that?" he asked and the room went quieter. "What?" Jeonghan asked smiling uncertainly but Joshua didn’t smile back "Y/n never shows that tattoo off because she hates it. I didn't even see it until we'd been dating for a few weeks so how do you know she has it?". Jeonghan realised his mistake and he looked at you "I er...she told me about it". "Even though she denies it exists passionately? I'm not buying it, how do you really know". "Joshua..." you tried but he shook his head "no what's going on, is there something the two of you need to tell me". You went to explain when Jeonghan sighed "no Y/n let me...look it's no big deal just me and Y/n hooked up a couple of times". 

The whole room's atmosphere changed and everyone was shocked. You didn't know what Joshua had been expecting but it wasn't that. "What!" he cried looking at you "when?". "Ages ago! Before he got together" you told him and Joshua shook his head "how long is ages ago? How long before we got together?". You paused and Joshua repeated himself "how long?". "I called it off two days before our performance" you said quietly and Joshua's eyes widened "two days before...that wasn’t even a year ago! We went on our first date like a week later but neither of you thought to tell me?". "It meant nothing that's why we didn't say!" Jeonghan said "it was just sex but Y/n called it off and we stopped straight away". "Wait...but you asked me out before the performance" Bomi spoke up in a quiet voice that chilled the whole room "were you seeing both of us?". "No!" Jeonghan cried "I promise once I was with you we stopped". "But Y/n said it was two days before the performance, we went out the week before" Bomi said realising something was up. "Well yeah she didn't break it off until then but we never slept together in that week". "But she broke it off, her. Not you, would you have even stopped it if she hadn't?". Jeonghan sighed and decided to be honest "no...I told her to carry on but Y/n said she wouldn't do that to you". Bomi slapped Jeongahn harshly and everyone gasped "we're done!" she cried and rushed from the room. You stood frozen unsure what to do. Someone needed to comfort Bomi but surely you'd be the last person she'd want to see. You were about to go to your leader and ask for her help when Joshua stormed out the other side. You made eye contact with your leader who nodded “go we’ll take Bomi home”. You thanked her and rushed outside. You followed the general direction Joshua had stormed off in and soon found him outside. He was standing staring out into the garden with a dazed expression on his face. “Joshua” you said when you reached him “i’m so sorry you found out that way but you have to know it is ancient history! It was so long ago and nothing happened since I swear”. "Do you feel anything for him?" Joshua asked cutting you off. You paused "what?". "Do you have any feelings for Jeonghan?" he repeated with a gaze so cold it made you freeze.  You blinked "I...I'm dating you! I want you". "That's not what I asked" Joshua said and you looked down "I...it was difficult. I'm still not sure what was going on with Jeonghan but it's over. I just want to move forward please Joshua believe me when I say it’s over". Joshua shook his head sadly "but see I don’t believe you. It’s not over and I can tell by the way you both look at each other. I always just assumed I was being paranoid or misinterpreting it but there is clearly something between you and it’s better than what we have. So I'm sorry Y/n but it’s over".

Joshua walked away but you stayed put. You couldn’t face going back in so you sat on a wall outside and cried. A few minutes later you heard a voice and Jeonghan appeared "Y/n? Are you okay?". You shook your head "no...he broke up with me". "Joshua did?" Jeonghan swore "I'll go after him and tell him it was all me! I won’t ruin this for you". You shook your head "it won’t work, he doesn’t believe me and all the trust is gone...I've ruined it" you sobbed "I had the perfect guy! He was polite, sweet, and kind...he never ever hurt me and he was always so sensitive to my needs. He was attractive and charming and so beautiful but I ruined it". Jeonghan sighed and sat next to you "I'm sorry Y/n" and he wrapped a coat around you. He comforted you while you cried. "For what it's worth Y/n it will get better. I know you're sad now but you won’t feel like this forever and Joshua isn’t the only great guy who will want to worship you". "Because I'm a spoilt princess who needs worshipping?" you could help asking. Jeonghan shook his head "because that's what you do with goddesses. You love, cherish and worship them" he corrected you "it’ll get better I promise" he said hugging you tentatively and you leaned into him.

Once you’d stopped crying you paused "so what happened with Bomi?". "Ow she dumped me straight away". "She didn’t let you explain?". He shook his head "what could I ever say? I wanted to cheat on her and there was no recovering from that. It was clear she wasn’t my priority and I couldn’t lie to her". You paused letting his words sink in "I'm sorry". He shook his head "don’t be...I only ever dated her to make you jealous". You smiled despite everything "finally admitting it?". Jeonghan laughed dryly "yeah might as well". You nodded "I dated Joshua to try and forget you". Jeonghan paused scared if he said anything you’d stop talking and he really wanted you to keep talking. 

"After we broke up I just felt so...weird. I wasn’t happy but I was also relieved because I knew we weren’t good for each other. Still that didn’t help the jealousy, I knew you were still with Bomi and she’d tell me about all the things you did for her. How gentle you were with her, how loving you were, how you’d hold her afterwards like she was the most precious thing in the world...it made me mad but also sad. It made me wonder why I wasn’t good enough for that. Why wasn’t I worthy of that treatment. It messed with me and I think that’s what drew me to Joshua. I wasn’t as attracted to him but I wanted a gentleman. Someone who would be kind to me and treat me nicely...that’s why I dated him". 

When you’d clearly finished Jeonghan frowned "Y/n i’m so sorry for how I treated you. It was never because you weren’t worthy it was more I was insecure so I treated you badly to make myself feel better". You shrugged "it’s okay I know I encouraged it with how I treated you and responded". "Yes but I still could’ve stopped it and I didn’t so I'm so sorry. I meant what I said earlier. You deserve so much love and care...i should've worshipped you and maybe things would've been different". "Do you wonder that?" you asked. Jeonghan nodded and your eyes widened in surprise “do you think about it often?”. "Almost every day" he replied and that shocked you. "Every day?” you asked and he nodded "you could’ve been the greatest thing that ever happened to me but I let my anger push you away". "But I'm right here" you said softly "I haven’t gone anywhere". Jeonghan looked at you "that's true". You stared up at him and Jeonghan waited for you. He felt his heart hammering and time seemed to take forever but then you moved. Slowly you sat up taller and brought your lips together. You kissed him softly and Jeonghan melted into it. It was the familiar kiss he’d missed but was also so different now after all the time that had passed. He sunk into it and immediately loved it. Then he could taste your tears and that made him upset. He pulled away and kissed your forehead "I want this but we’ve both just been through a lot. Why don’t we wait to see how we both feel after we’ve had time to recover". "Okay" you nodded and he held you softly. You rested against him eyes closed and realised this was the first time you’d properly held one another. It felt nice. After a while you went home and just got a taxi straight there not wanting to go back inside. Jeonghan however lived there so he had to go back inside and the atmosphere was cold. Scoups smiled half-heartedly at him "you okay?'. Jeonghan nodded "where’s Joshua?". "Upstairs". Jeonghan nodded and went up to find him with Dk and Seungkwan. "Hey can I speak to Joshua" he asked. The two looked at Joshua who nodded and they left the room. Jeonghan closed the door "so I want to apologise. There are no excuses for my actions and i was a complete and utter dick. I was selfish and just took what i wanted without thinking of you. You have every right to hate me". Joshua was quiet for a while before he spoke "do you love her?". Jeonghan was shocked at the question "my feelings for Y/n are no excuse for how I acted". "You're right but if you did all this because you're in love with her...well that makes it hurt a little less" Joshua replied. Jeonghan blushed "I don’t know...I’m not sure I even know what that feels like but if I’m going to feel it for anyone I think it’s her" Jeonghan admitted, surprised at how nervous that made him. Joshua seemed satisfied with that and nodded "okay then, things won’t be the same between us and I'll need time to be around you again but I can live with it" and he walked out the room. The next day Jeonghan's first thought was you. He wanted to call you but also wanted to give you space. If you decided not to carry this on he’d respect that. Downstairs things were tense. Joshua was understandably very quiet and wouldn’t even look in his direction. Jeonghan stayed quiet too to show he was sorry and the whole thing had a damp feel. They managed to get through their usual schedule and when it was done everyone began leaving not wanting to stay. You didn’t call him that day or the day after that. He wondered if you’d got back together with Joshua but he didn't hear anything. Jeonghan was upset but more than anything he just wanted you to be happy. Part of him was even a little relieved because this way he definitely couldn’t hurt you anymore. You were safe from him. He hated himself for how he treated you and kept reliving it in his head, wishing he’d treated you differently. A week later he got a text from you. You told him you were still thinking. That you liked him but wanted to make sure you were in a healthier place this time and that you didn't have any feelings left for Joshua. You apologised for taking too long and having such a precarious reply. Jeonghan told you it was fine. He told you to take as much time as you needed and was surprised he meant it.

Jeonghan saw you a month later at an award show and he felt himself sighing without meaning to. Dk smiled beside him "you okay?" and Jeonghan nodded. "Has she spoken to you since?". He shook his head "no so I guess she still needs time or she’s changed her mind". "For the record I think the two of you did the right thing not rushing into anything". Jeonghan nodded "yeah but if I'd have just treated her right in the first place nobody would've got hurt". Dk wrapped an arm around him and sighed "there's nothing you can do to change that but you’ve got your whole future to make it right". Jeonghan nodded “if she lets me”.

Jeonghan wasn’t sure if you’d seen him yet but judging by your reaction he was pretty sure the answer was a no. He’d left the guys to go to the toilet quickly and while walking backstage you appeared coming towards him. You spotted him and stopped dead in your tracks, making your members bang into you. They paused and asked you what was wrong when they spotted Jeonghan. He didn’t know if to turn and run away or walk passed you and was debating the former when you whispered something to your members and walked towards him. 

“Hey” you said softly and Jeonghan was momentarily stunned by how good you looked. Of course he knew you were beautiful but he hadn’t seen you in weeks and you looked stunning tonight. “Hi” he replied “how are you?”. “I’m good...how are you?” you asked and Jeonghan nodded “good thank you”. “Can we talk?” you asked him “I know this is an awkward place but I don’t want to wait until later”. Jeonghan nodded “of course!” and heart pounding led you into their empty dressing room. He waited for you to speak and the seconds seemed to turn into hours before you started. 

“I’ve been wanting to contact you pretty much since it happened but knew we both needed time to think about this and really think about it. Bomi has forgiven me and I know Joshua’s too kind to hold a grudge but this is still a huge thing to just jump into”. Jeonghan nodded “of course” and prepared himself for the breakup line. He should’ve known better than to assume you’d do what was expected of you. 

“But I think you’re worth the gamble” you said and Jeonghan paused “what?”. “I want to try with you...if you still do?” you asked getting suddenly bashful and Jeonghan nodded “of course I still do!” and he wrapped you in a hug. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you for weeks and promising myself that if I got another chance with you I wouldn’t blow and I mean it Y/n. Things are going to be better this time and I’m going to treat you like a....like a...”. “Like a princess?” you asked and Jeonghan laughed “only if you’re happy with me calling you that”. “It’s kind of grown on me” you admitted and kissed him. Jeonghan could feel the passion and chemistry between you both again and it was intoxicating. He let himself revel in the moment and held you closely. He wanted you...but he wanted things to be different even more. "Y/n" he said pulling away softly "i think we should wait to be together again". You looked at him a little shocked "really?". He nodded "not that I don’t want to because God knows how much I want you but I just think we should wait. Slow it down a bit. I'd quite like to take you out to dinner first". You smiled up at him "I like the sound of that, so we'll get dinner first” and you kissed his cheek "text me when you're free and we'll try this dating thing". Jeonghan laughed “I’ll text you as soon as I get back to my phone” and you smiled “cool, so i’ll see you out there”. He nodded “you will” and your smile got even brighter. You waved to him and then disappeared out of the door. Jeonghan sunk in the sofa and let out a happy cry. Dk’s words about the future came back to him and he was determined to make them count. You might’ve had a rocky past but he was going to ensure your future was fit for royalty. 

__________

Okay so I don’t know if this is a concept but I really love the toxic to healthy relationship stories! 

I always try and reflect healthy relationships in my writings so quite enjoy turning a not so healthy couple into a loving and supportive one like this :)

[the-kr8tor]

ALGAE GIRLFRIEND ALGAE GIRLFRIEND. ALGAE.......GIRLFRIEND. I LOVE IT Daily Hobie HC!! For this au hobie's a single child with two parents Hobie's had a tough childhood. Although he was able to be provided with water, shelter, food, he often felt no love. It was always fights, yelling and screaming in his household, specifically between his mother and father. He would hide behind the door to his bedroom, sinking down to the floor with his knees tightly pressed against his chest. Hobie would press his hands against his ears, trying to muffle out the sounds of screaming. It wasn't easier at school either, with kids picking on him and calling him names. They'd poke and prod and insult him, shoving Hobie over or into things, crudely joke about how he has no future, and will end up in the back alley fucking any girl that's unfortunate to stumble across his path, and threaten to physically hurt him. Hobie could never endure a full day at school without hiding under the staircase and sobbing, not daring to make even an inhale that was too loud out of fear of being beaten up. Hobie would always run home after school, not wasting any time to get to the safest place he knew of in case some kids tried to pull him aside. He would always bolt into his room, tears running down his cheeks as he fell to the floor, his back pressed up against the wall and burying his face in his hands, sobbing into them. Because of the fact his eyes were bloodshot with tears, kids began to spread rumors that he smoked weed and that he wasn't safe to be around, causing Hobie to become more isolated than before. He would beg and plead to move schools, but they didn't have the money for it..and probably never would, considering the amount of alcohol bottles he found around the house everyday. The stench of piss poor alcohol radiated off Hobie's mother, yet she still had some kindness towards Hobie, even if it wasn't pure affection or love. His father wasn't usually there during the day, only coming back and picking fights with his mother an hour or two later. Hobie barely even saw his father, with the only thing giving Hobie a proper description of his father being a family photo on the shelf. Otherwise, although they lived in the same house, Hobie's father never made an effort to even try with Hobie, concluding to the fact his son was a fuckup from the moment he was born, and that Hobie wasn't worth his time. Once, Hobie accidentally broke a plate. Of course, his mother was furious, but calmly told Hobie to go to his room as his father suddenly approached, immediately backhanding the back of Hobie's head as punishment as the little boy ran off to his room. Hobie's mother began to scream at his father about hitting Hobie earlier, with his father screaming back about the fact Hobie was stupid and useless enough to break something. Hobie crawled to his bed and hid himself under the blanket, crying into the soft sheets as he was hit with overwhelming guilt of being the cause of his father's anger, and this specific fight. Soon after that incident, any fight occurring, Hobie thought, would automatically be his own fault, causing him to resign from the world with his blanket or having his head in between his knees with his back against the door. He was fearful of what his father could do to him. What if he decides he wants to do more to his son, and come into his room and start beating him up, like the kids at school? What if Hobie's mother gets too drunk and throws the glass bottles at Hobie? What if she does and it injures him? How would he survive and treat it? Or would Hobie just get infected and die? The only way to know how to take care of it is to have it, right? Should he do one on himself for learning purposes? -🐦‍⬛

Hobie will put u in a nice moist tank so his algae partner can flourish 🥰

Daily Hobie HC ❤️

You've heard of older! Hobie now get ready for--- oh shit it's angst 😭😭😭😭😭😭

*cracks knuckles* this made me so mad 😡 step aside baby Hobie I'm about to commit murder and after that i shall take him away somewhere safe (while I run from the law)

Poor Hobie 😭😭😭😭😭 who hurt u 🐦‍⬛ anon? *Quickly writes fluff to not cry and punch my wall*

[anaer]

wip wednesday (july 31 24)

the sukugo that snuck into my (no powers au) tojigo pt 2 rating: there's sex, and gojo will enjoy it warning: brief (tojigo) noncon flashback

Sukuna scoffs. “I hate neediness.”

“I hate you,” Satoru shoots back, too annoyed to filter how childish that is. Sukuna’s sudden grip on his wrists is tight, forcing his arms behind his back, but he still doesn’t fight it. It’s a tiny droplet of the pain he wants, and he laps it up all the same. Even if a big part of him chafes when Sukuna loops his belt around his wrists, restraining him.

“And yet you still think you have the right to demand things of me.”

He opens his mouth to respond, a mean insult sitting on his tongue. Words are cut off in his throat when thick fingers shove abruptly up his ass. There’s lube, too much of it when Satoru didn’t even notice – has no idea when Sukuna pulled it out. This is not what he comes here for.

Satoru sucks in a breath, only manages to choke out, “Don’t—” before his face is forced into the cushion once more.

“You know what your problem is, brat?” Sukuna finds his prostate immediately, too familiar with his body, and wastes no time away from it. “You’re far too much of a masochist.”

Satoru is already hard, has been from the moment Sukuna backhanded him, but it was easy not to think about before. Now he can’t do anything but, can’t even suppress each muffled moan, body trembling with pleasure he hasn’t asked for. This is not how he likes to get off. It makes him angry, grates at something deep inside.

“It makes things boring.”

Boring. The idea is laughable. Satoru tries to elbow Sukuna, but there’s no leverage – no room to get free, to punch and punch and punch until the man’s a bleeding mess beneath him (until he’s a mess, too) and use him how he likes. Satoru will fuck him up for this later. Right now, though, he’s forced to accept it. The pain he’d wanted is secondary now, overshadowed by the way his body dances along to Sukuna’s every whim. His voice is thin when he groans. Plaintive.

Sukuna’s amused hum is faint, too. “You’re not in control here, and I think I want to take my time with you.”

Satoru’s going to kill this man for sure one day.

He’s rocking back against Sukuna’s hand, and almost whines when it’s suddenly gone. Satoru forces the noise down successfully this time, forces himself to still, even if he can’t force himself to relax. He’s expecting it this time, when Sukuna’s cock pushes into him. It’s still not enough, but there’s no discounting the welts striping his body. He’s not expecting the hand on his own cock, though. By all accounts he should’ve.

It’s not rough. It should be rough (it’s always rough). It’s not—

—bleeding. He thinks he might be bleeding. It’s hard to tell past the pain.

“First time,” Toji muses, a dangerous edge to his voice. “I’ll be sure to make it special.”

Satoru wants to scream; can barely make his voice work past a whimper. This isn’t…this isn’t how it was supposed to—Suguru. It was supposed to be Suguru; they were supposed to—he’s dead dead dead and Satoru will be soon too, except he won’t because Toji said—because he’s unlucky enough that he knows he won’t get—

—what he wants. He can’t lose himself like this, finds himself too stuck in his head as he’s forced to suffer the indignation of Sukuna making him feel good. It’s nowhere close to Toji. That should be what he wants, but all it does is leave him unbalanced, struggling, gasping, and moaning with the discomfort of desire. Each thrust hits its mark: precise, too slow, too—

—much; it’s too much. Toji’s hand, tight around his limp cock. Squeezing. Dry. Chafing as he works it, determined to make him experience this. A better show  for the cameras, he thinks, half hysterical. Broken noises echo off the concrete, and the floor under his face is wet—Crying. He’s crying again, hadn’t realised he still could.

It goes on forever, and underneath the drug-addled haze, he knows that even when they’re done for now, it’ll go on some more later. Satoru can’t think—

His mouth slides open. There’s a plea on his lips, each individual letter coming together s t o—Satoru swallows it down before it escapes. It’s humiliating, that this is his undoing. Sukuna licks a line up the back of his neck, over the faintly visible scar that still exists, and Satoru shudders.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Sukuna knows. It’s obvious in the lilt of his voice, and contrary to what the question might imply, he’s not an idiot. Coming here, Satoru knows (he always knows), was a mistake.

Or maybe this is why he still does.

“Fuck,” Satoru croaks instead of anything worse, clear even muffled through the furniture. It’s a choice, a concentrated effort to finally relax where he’s been locked into tense, to squeeze out a laugh where he wants to snarl. If Sukuna wants to force him to enjoy himself, then he will simply fucking enjoy himself.

[thesoulesscollection]

Beat The Hand That Sins (Thsc Choc Fic)

Heya! Here's a little writer's blurb. I wanted to write a piece depicting the turbulent dynamic between Candy with her grandson, Choc. 

By the way, please read the tags, Candy isn't a good person, she's very flawed, traumatized even, and downright abusive, most if not all having it directed at Choc.

Choc ‘fun fact’ is he's ambidextrous, is able to write with both hands fluidly yet naturally born a leftie and has a better preference for it. 

Choc's the type of person who will talk about his trauma in a almost positively cheerful way, brushing it off as a joke he could laugh at now while anyone around him is highly uncomfortable and concerned by

^ Although at first, his advice would come out as helpful, if some were to really think deeper into what he says, it's far from so. It's one that's twisted up by trauma under the fatherly guise of ‘knowing what's best’ for people. 

Tw/Tags: Heavy Angst, Whump, Graphic Child Abuse/Neglect, Corporal Punnishments, Physical Abuse, Verbal Insults, Dehumanizing Language, Abusive Familial Relationships, & Implied Religious Themes 

1967: Choc, 11yo & Candy, 66yo

On the ground, curled up in a tight little ball, Choc's wheezing, his good eye not swollen shut is fixated to the wall ahead. Breathing ragged he stayed still, emotionless, crying won't protect him. Soon thereafter he goes imaging happy thoughts, more a sweetened escape from cruel reality until it breaks apart by the fantastical seams once he hears her voice. 

“Get up you inept brat” 

It's what kept him relatively sane for the most part. Until his grandmother hovers above his twisted little form with clear disdain. The ugly sneer on her wrinkled face, her strong french accent clipped in impatience at his sorry state, and gloved fists tells him it was far from over. 

“G-grammy… Please” 

A harsh scoff and her cold hand pinch around the back of his neck, immediately it shuts him up. Choc should've known better than to talk back, past experiences such as this reminds him as only pain will come to him if he chose to be stubborn. When he's made to stand on unsteady feet, nearly buckling under him, he does feel himself sway a little. Though that is when the backhanded slap across his face on the good side, not yet badly bruised such as with the other, elicits a startled gasp. 

“How many times do I have to remind you to not be so careless? To not speak unless you are spoken to?” 

Wincing at the sting freshly blossoming in his round cheeks, Choc swallowed back the pain, silently nodding along. Best not to show what hurts, always better to tough out, pray that it won't be too bad. Last time around the age of six, stupidly having been brought up through heavy wails, he was in pain and couldn't feel his legs. His grandmother decided to give him a plentiful amount of lashes on his back, on each corresponding limb, and left him to sleep in the mess that's meshed with his tears, snot, and other ungodly bodily fluids. 

After a while the punishments, getting severe with each passing year, eventually do tend to blur together. Is it bad he stopped caring or rather no longer felt a thing?

Choc pushed it back to the recess of his mind. 

“I shouldn't be expecting anything highly from you, should I?” 

Once again the boy responds mutely, keeping his gaze locked on the ground, fingers digs in the old unwashed shirt worn daily, smelling of rotting stink. She barely allows him to clean in the idea he was at fault for his messy disarray so he shouldn't be rewarded with cleanliness or anything remotely caring. Unless he pleads his case to her, pathetically miserable it may be to earn her forgiveness which would never be granted, he still does it and will do chores galore, even if it would last from dawn to dusk to do all. But desperation called upon so, he'll work down to the bone, exhausted terribly he can sleep anywhere. 

“You're a freakish imp in disguise of the devil's making. How can I be so blind not to see this. Your underhanded antics and cynical attitude” She rambled in vile anger. “What you wrote to deface me, our family and over what we believe” 

This whole (one-sided) argument and physical discourse started because the elderly woman had taken note of his left hand at work, writing in a little journal in his room. A raggedy book yellowing in aged use was his only safe place to scribble away his inner worries. She read it, every page detailing his feelings, his thoughts on her, the family's fight over social standing, and the religion she prayed on her knees so rigorously over. Now it's been torn to shreds and he was beat for it. 

“What you wrote was deplorable. Sinful. You don't dare begin to understand and know what I've done for you and your sister to be where we are now” While the woman firmly persists, her wide frame easily shadows his who's back is pressed flat against the wall. “You shall be thankful you are here in the first place, to be at mercy you aren't completely feeble such as with your mother. If it wasn't for our holiness, you wouldn't be a thing” 

Choc curled away, his shaky hands clenched to fists, fighting the weak urge to cry, took this as a cue to speak, “I'm sorry” 

“And what did I tell you, boy, about using your left hand?”

His right protectively covered the left hand, his cheeks were lit on the fire of shame. “I-I don't like writing with my right hand… It's. It's was un-u-uncomfortable” 

“Give me your left hand” She orders, given no room for argument yet Choc resists, laying his left hand deep into his chest. “Now” 

“I-I forget! Please!”  

No matter what he says or goes to do, she is quicker to grab him by the ear, neck, arm, or in this case, his matted blond hair. Then she went for his left arm and got roughly yanked behind him, Choc for sure heard the bone in his shoulder pop. A pained hiss presses out his clenched teeth when she decides to throw his thin body on the nearest table. He faintly hears past the ringing in his ears, the rattling of a chest drawer open, she's in a desperate search for something. The tingling ache in his limp arm already tells him she dislocated it, he panics over the realization. Breath caught in his throat Choc squeezes his eyes shut.

Though in hesitancy, he cracks one eye open a smidge to see what his grandmother literally brought to the table, being a long slender stick made from smooth metal. Anxiously switching his blurry sight to his left hand as it lays on the table, palm flat on the bumpy oak surface. 

“You made me do this. Take this as a learning experience as it hurts me more than it will for you” 

Eventually Choc is pulled away from the table, his free hand, his right, the proper respectable one, grips the corner for dear life. In a sudden he was close to doubling over, bruised knees knocking together, almost giving out once the metal hits skin. Not his left hand but instead it is directed at back, likely used as a sly tactic to surprise him to alertness. She knows the boy slips into another state of mind. 

“I want you to at least be conscious with me to learn your lesson. So stand up proper, I ask of you to keep your eyes on the wall and repeat to me the number of lashes I give you” 

With a shake of the head, tremors is what it's called, Choc simply does what's asked of him, straightens his slumped posture and he blinks away the tears. Arm outstretched, hand ready to take the lashes, he steadies himself to take the punishments given. Rather he should be thankful she's merciful to primarily give his left hand and back the treatment. Although having been beaten to an inch of his life, she can no doubt be crueler about it. 

“O-One!” 

Voice cracks to an inhuman pitch which Choc grew embarrassed by, biting down at his lips hard enough to bleed. Grandma Candy is at his side, hearing his groggy whines with keen precision, no considerations, and it earns him another hit. This time, probably miscalculated, though it wouldn't really take him by surprise if it wasn't, she aims for his upper arm, a sliver of a long cut slashed across his forearm. 

“Two!” He calls out. Then another two right after. “Three! Four!” 

Soon he loses count. Mind went cloudy with time and intensity. However she won't lighten up. All Choc knows is how his voice follows in repeating the number of lashes the metal ruler gives him. Musky sweat profusely seeped out cut pores, the sour scent lingers heavy in the air. 

In due time, she tires herself out, her old body can't keep up as it once was in her younger years. 

Choc heaves a broken sigh, unable to pull his locked gaze from the wall. 

Whatever his poor ailing mother had to deal with when she was alive, in her own childhood must've been ten times worse so he doesn't think harder on it. He wanted to do his best to preserve a positive memory of his mother and not sully himself into the idea his treatment was worse than hers. 

“Do you apologize and reap for what you sow with bad intentions?” 

“Yes, I have” Choc stumbled a little. Left hand was swollen and bruised like a bad fruit. Any movement whether small or big, even with an involuntary twitch caused him to wince. Likely the bruises will last for a couple weeks and he can take it in if it's broken. Either way he isn't looking forward to anything in the future. The side eyed glares and his need to give them half baked excuses. 

“Good. You do realize I do this for you to learn that you can't keep biting the hand that feeds and cares for you? One day and it always will return to slap you back down to the fiery pits of hell” 

As she dutifully promised he wouldn't be able to write as well as any remaining sinful deeds with said hand. It took a longer period for him to get remotely accustomed to using his right hand; it still was like a chainsaw to butter but he got there to garner less scrutiny. 

[sapphic-bats]

I think everyone collectively knows that Eddie would clock Will and Mike in an instant.

Like, “Hey, Eddie! This is Will!”

“Nice to meet you Will, heard a lot about you.”

Will flushing, because he’s just so shy from praise. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Wheeler here doesn’t shut up about you.”

Will glancing over at Mike, who was already gazing at Will. “Is that true?”

Mike immediately getting defensively flustered. “No! Well, kinda- uh, yes. But,” quickly glancing away, still not having looked at Eddie. “Because you’re so awesome, and shit.”

They smile at each other, and Will looks over at Eddie, who is squinting at the both of them with a smug smile that sees the familiarity. Will blushes, looks down.

Later, Will’s in his room, having gone upstairs to grow reaccustomed to his place in Mike’s house, when Eddie, accompanied by Steve, raps on the doorframe.

“Hey, can we come in?”

Will looks up, surprised. He blinks at Steve, encouraging smile at Eddie, then a soft on at the boy himself, and a comforting hand on Eddie’s lower back. Something much less platonic.

“Uh, sure.”

The moment they enter, Eddie kneels afront Will and grins. “Steve’s my boyfriend, by the way.”

Will feels the room go cold, or maybe only to himself. They haven’t even shut the door, is this some kind of inside joke? “What?”

Steve steps forward. “‘S true, Byers. We’re dating.”

Eddie casts a warm look up to Steve, who returns it affectionately.

“Why- why would you tell me?”

It’s not insulting, or backhanded. It’s a genuine question, because for all the sass that Will has inside of him, there’s no real malice.

Eddie and Steve share a knowing look, fleetingly quickly, but suddenly Will remembers earlier.

“If you don’t wanna tell me, that’s fine. I’ll pretend I don’t know.” Eddie nods at Will, beginning to stand.

“No, you’re right! You… you’ve got it down.”

Steve now kneels beside Eddie, hand resting on his boyfriend’s thigh. “It’s okay, Will. It’s not a bad thing to feel that way.”

“Yeah.” Eddie agrees, turning back to Will. “The word isn’t dirty, either.”

Suddenly, Eddie laughs proudly, knocking his shoulder into Steve’s. “I’m gay.”

“And I’m not.” Steve says back.

They both cackle loudly, like it’s some inside joke they share. Steve quickly corrects himself. “I only mean that I’m bisexual, not gay.”

Will nods, feeling his cheeks heat in joy. “I…”

They both soften their gazes at Will, waiting for his bated breath to carry his words across that impassable river of fear. But he has a boat, an oar in hand, so why not cross it?

“I’m gay, too.”

And soon after that, the other members of the party, including a jealous Mike, wonder why Steve, Eddie, Will, and even Robin are all so close all of the sudden.

[GO FOLLOW MY AO3! I’M POSTING A FINISHED STORY SOON!]

[batsplat]

throwback to a couple of my favourite backhanded sets of compliments that casey and valentino threw each other's way

“It’s difficult to say who is the most talented rider,” Stoner said. “Valentino has talent in several things that I lack, for example in dealing with the media. In some aspects he is more talented than me, in others I am more talented. It’s a speech that applies to everyone. Lorenzo has shown that he is more talented than Valentino, and he showed it when they both had the same bike. Dani [Pedrosa] also has great talent, and if he manages to have a great season, without injuries, everyone will have to deal with him.” “We [riders] are all here for the same reason,” the Australian added, “we have the same passion. We all take the same risks and we have to respect each other: there is no reason for hatred, for hating an opponent. We are mature people and we have to realize that. I have great respect for the riders who ride clearly, without doing stupid things. We know that there could be an accident at any time, and we know how difficult it is to stay at the front every week, the effort that this requires. I have great respect for Lorenzo, he is a great fighter. The same goes for Valentino, Dani, Andrea…”

(from 2012) the one-two punch of the media comment and the jorge comment to shit on valentino's talent is really strong stuff. bunch of obvious insults couched in language that's barely trying to hide it but is JUST enough for plausible deniability, like yeah he really did get way better at this whole media schtick bless

“Stoner did an amazing job at Ducati. When I looked back at his telemetry I used to wonder how he’d achieve such times!” Rossi said. “People used to think he was very quick – but not particularly intelligent. And that’s why, eventually, he was successful. The reality is that at Ducati he had to go beyond the limits. Go quicker and quicker. And, if you ride like that, you eventually crash! “We had completely opposing paths in our careers: he’d always ridden for one manufacturer, Honda, under the guidance of Luca Cecchinello. When at Ducati I think he must have thought: ‘Stuff that! This bike is good. I have to win!’ “I, on the other hand, had come from years of success with Honda and Yamaha, and I immediately realised that the bike wasn’t the best. I’m certain that, were Stoner to climb onto Dovizioso’s Ducati tomorrow, he’d still manage to finish a race in 6th place. He used to ride in an incredible way. He’s unique. “Do I miss him? On the track, yes. He has fantastic talent and was difficult to beat. But off the track, no I don’t miss him. Without him there is much better camaraderie between the riders.”

(from 2013) kinda the last time he spoke about casey in any depth for close to a decade, but it's a personal fave interview because there's a really neat 50:50 split between compliments and insults. incredible tonal whiplash in every line