#I have a lot of feels for these dumb fucks

[justluxy]

Hot Roommate Extended

Hot Roommate x Bottom Male Reader

Tw: Mentions of Sex, Alcohol, reader is a bit immature, dub-con (i think since reader is drunk and can't think straight?)

Word count: 1.7k

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You recently moved to an apartment in a new city, but who would have thought it was so expensive to live there? You couldn’t afford to pay for the apartment and groceries. So, you decided to look for a roommate! You had two rooms so it wouldn’t be that bad. You made a post and someone answered, he seemed nice so you agreed to share with him, his name was Owen Palacios but damn… he was hot… I mean really hot…

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The first thought that came to your mind Owen was damn… how can a man be so hot? Literally he looked like a fucking model! He was muscular and tall. Even his personality was hot, he was nice, kind, and living with him was NOT easy for you I mean, he always walked around in just shorts! You could even see his dick through the shorts and man… that made you pop a boner a couple of times

“Heeey [name]!~” Owen said with his usual sweet tone while grabbing your waist with his big, manly hands and resting his head on your shoulder

“What do you want?” You said coldly, you sometimes hated the way he acted with you because he was so flirty like he liked you but at the same time didn’t! He was playing with your feelings and you hated it

“Sooo I have something to tell you!” He said with the same tone, “I’m having a girl over tonight so I was asking for your permission and thank you!” He said before leaving the apartment and he didn’t even let you answer… What a jerk!

“Son of a bitch” You said before going to your room and started studying for college, usual boring activities but you didn’t complain, you actually liked having a normal, boring life

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Fuck… you hated this. You could hear a loud, annoying girl moaning from Owen’s room and you hated it! That girl was so fucking loud and annoying you could not even sleep! You hated the annoying girl and you hated Owen… but lowkey you wanted to be the girl… I mean what?

You couldn’t handle it anymore so you went to the living room and turned the tv on and try to ignore the girl. That was becoming common for Owen, always bringing girls over and being loud… you really needed to talk to him about it

Finally you saw the girl leaving, her legs shaking like jelly and you just sighed and then Owen got out of the room, his clothes and hair messy and with a blush and dumb smile

“Well that was fun…” He said with his dumb smile and sat next to you at the couch while trying to fix his hair since it was all messy from the previous event with the random girl

“I don’t wanna hear about it” You said annoyed and it was true, you didn't want to hear your hot roommate talking about his sexual life in front of you!

“Aww why? You’re jealous?” He said teasing you with his usual smirk that you secretly loved but would never tell him

“Ew never” You said annoyed before going to your room while Owen only chuckled

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It was the next day and both you and Owen were in the apartment, the tv was on and you were scrolling through your phone while he was cooking, his food was perfect as always, was there something that man was bad at!?

“Heey [Name] I have a question!” He said while turning the stove off

“What” You said not interested while scrolling through your phone

“My friend is hosting a party and I’m invited so I was wondering if you want to go with me?” He said smiling and sitting next to you on the couch

“Why would I want to go? I don't like getting drunk and loud people” You said still scrolling through your phone but then you felt his big hand around your shoulder 

“C’mon [nameee]! It will be fun! There will be a lot of girls there! And I promise if you go, I won't bring a girl tonight!” He said with his face terribly close to yours

“You promise?” You said with your eyebrow raised and he nodded happily, “fine i’ll go with you” you said before sighing

“Yay! Let’s go!” He said before grabbing your hand and practically running to the door and then his car, “Hey I didn't change my clothes!” You said annoyed, “It doesn't matter, it’s a casual party and we are a bit late anyway” He said before turning the car on and driving to the party… you just hoped nothing crazy happened… oh how wrong you were

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You didn't like it, no, YOU HATED IT! You were seeing your semi-crush dancing with every single girl in the party! You were… jealous? Why would you be jealous of the annoying guy… right?

You wanted to kill him and the girl! They were so annoying! You didn't want to see them anymore so you went and grabbed some drinks to try and forget him

After three drinks you were ALREADY super drunk and you couldn't even speak properly or think properly so you went and talked to Owen and the annoying girl he was dancing with

“Oh hey [na-”, he said before you cut him off, “Be… q-quiet and let’s go home!”, you said trying to speak properly but it was hard, even walking up to them was hard 

“But-” He tried to protest, “Now!” You said creating a scene where every single guest looked at you two, “Sorry cutie, i have to leave okay? Ciao~” He said to the girl as you clung on Owen and giving the girl a mean glance 

“Okay let’s go my boy…” He said while carrying you in bridal style to his car and placed and buckled your seat belt and started driving to the apartment, every few minutes Owen looked at you to see if you were okay

Then when you guys got home, and, he carried you to your room and placed you in your bed. He was about to leave when you grabbed his arm with your hand and pulled him down your bed so he was on top of you

“D-Don’t leave…” You said, still drunk and not thinking straight. Then you grabbed him and mare him lay on the bed while you got on top of him while he looked at you surprised

“What are y-” He said but you put your finger on his lips, preventing him from speaking. “You said you’re not bringing any girl tonight… let me satisfy you tonight” you said moving your hips on his crotch, still a bit drunk and not thinking straight

“Mmm… it’s finally happening then~” He said with a smirk as he took off your pants and underwear as you moaned as you felt his hands on your ass

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You woke up feeling sore… now you remember why you stopped drinking and going to parties. You looked around and you realized you were in your room but wait… your pillow felt hard and it moved, god did you sleep with someone?

You looked up and you saw… OWEN!? Did you have sex with him? No no this was not good! So you pushed him out of your bed

“What the hell Owen!?” You screamed as you threw a pillow at him

“Shit…” He said rubbing his eye and standing up

“PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” You said as you threw another pillow at him while he tried to put his boxers on

“I can't believe we had sex!” You said while you covered your face of embarrassment with your hands

“If it makes you feel better, it was amazing! Did you know you’re pretty intense at sex?” He said happily but stopped smiling when you gave him a mad look

“Get out of my room!” You said as you tried to walk up to him but failed as your legs felt like jelly and you fell

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly but when he got close to you, you punched his balls, “Ahh!” He yelled before sitting on the bed while holding his balls with his hands with a pain expression 

“Get out!” You said and he ran away, not wanting to get punched by you again

This was bad… really bad. You felt good that you finally slept with him but you felt bad and sad that you were drunk and that he will probably forget it and act like nothing happened when it meant a lot to him… you didn't want to be just a fuck buddy

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Finally when you calmed down you decided to talk to Owen and finally get this over with. He was sitting on the couch doing nothing when you sat down next to him

“We need to talk…” You said seriously while looking at him

“Yeah… listen… I’m sorry okay? I know I messed up… I should not have done that… I knew you were drunk and I still did it… and I understand if you’re mad…” he said with a sincere tone

“It’s just… I like you a lot… but I don't want to just forget it and pretend it didn't happen…” you said looking at him

“You like me? Actually? Wow… I like you too, you know?” He said with a surprised tone

“Actually?” You said surprised too, “Then why the hell you bring girls every single night!?” You asked

“Hehe just to tease you” he said with his usual smirk, “So… [Name] do you wanna be my boyfriend?” He asked while holding your much smaller hand

“Tsk fine…” you said embarrassed and looking away with a blush all over your face

“Then… now you will be the only one making noises at night… no more girls” he said smirking while you could only blush and hide your face in your hands

[razorblade180]

Streamer AU 8

Part 7

Weiss:*concentrating*

Blake:Yooo. Another night, another stream. Where’s she at?

Jaune:Alice in Wonderland. She’s still getting used to the controls.

Blake: Chat should keep count of deaths.

Weiss:Chat, you’ll get timed out. Don’t listen to her.

Blake:Are you at least having fun?

Weiss:Oh definitely! I actually was in a play about Wonderland when I was little. Feels nostalgic.

Sunny Day: “We’re you Tweedle Dee or Dumb?”

Blake:Haha haaaa!

Weiss:Sun stop trying be funny now that Blake is here.

Sunny Day: “I’m always funny.”

Weiss:Wrong.

Ruby:*joins call* How’s our little gamer doing?

Weiss:I wish enemies have health bars.

Ruby:Oh, oh so you don’t know?

Weiss:…What?

Jaune:Remember how you chose a weapon and it affects your stats?

Weiss:Did I cheat myself out of a health bar!?

Ruby:You’ll get it, but you would have it already if you picked the sword. Chat, nobody tell her what level she needs.

Weiss:WHAT!?

xxxxxx

Yang:Sorry I’m late to the-

“DEEP FREEZE!”

Yang watches the Weiss run around enemies blasting blizzard and clearing areas rather proficiently.

Yang:Someone is gaming.

Weiss:Everything changed with this spell.

Yang:I am not surprised.

“Goooo!”

“The spamming begins”

“Literally in her element”

“How she fights in real life”

Jaune:Pfft, Weiss, can you actually shoot ice like this in a fight?

Weiss:Ummm, I don’t see why not.

Ruby:By the end of this game, Weiss is gonna change her entire fight style to be like Sora.

Yang:Honestly that would be a really cool IRL stream! Just a list of abilities that Weiss has to try to do! Weiss! How much money!?

Weiss:*shrugs* I gotta beat the game first.

Ruby:I’m starting a poll in chat.

Blake:For what?

“Who do you think is most worthy of a keyblade?”

Blake:No, don’t do that! I won’t win!

Weiss:This means a lot to you I guess.

Blake:Some people have their dreams of going to Hogwarts; I wanted a keyblade.

Jaune:I wanted to go to Hogwarts.

Lotus Chef: “Just sneak in 👍”

Jaune:Ren!!!!

Yang:Listen, he beat me to it.

Weiss:Ba- *clears throat* Hey how long is every world?

Jaune:Maybe an hour so? Generally speaking.

Weiss:Cool. Maybe we can get two done.

Ruby:Or get stuck on the worst boss in the game.

Weiss:…*looks at Jaune*

Jaune:It’s not the worst boss.

Weiss:*squints*

Jaune:It’s true!!!!

Combat Ready made a prediction poll. Will Weiss beat the boss in 10 or less tries?

Ruby:Oh yeah, betting time! Penny your brain is beautiful!

Weiss:My chat and call are full of enemies.

Sunny Day: “I’m here for you.”

Weiss:Fuck off, Tweedle Dumb.

Blake:Is Neptune Tweedle Dee?

Neptune: *joins call* Neptune has been minding his own business. Sunny Day is acting on his own. *leaves*

Ruby:Leaving your leader like that is crazy work.

Yang:I respect it.

Ruby:Hehe whaaat?

Weiss finally makes it back to the table in the game, spawning Trickmaster.

Weiss:Oh…

Ruby:God, it’s so ugly now. It used to red and black.

Blake:90% voted you’d lose by the way.

Weiss:And just like real life, 10% of people are gonna eat like kings.

xxxxx

5 attempts later, Weiss is staring at the game over screen deeply.

Jaune:…Need a break?

Weiss:I’m just processing.

“You’ll get it in the 11th try”

“Please, I need the points!”

“This is a fucked up boss to have in the beginning.”

“Cheat and use Jaune.”

Weiss:Guys I’m not even mad yet. Also he’s for hints and guiding, not cheating. I beat FFX alone! I can handle this!

Ruby:You’re only level 10, on proud mode. Kinda have to remember that.

Weiss:Yeah…is it cheating if I grind? *hits continue*

Everyone:It’s a JRPG

Weiss:Fair enough. I’ll get a few levels.

Jaune:No more than lvl 14.

Weiss:Oh trust me, I do not plan on being here forever. You guys might have to entertain chat a little bit while I zone out some.

xxxxxxx

Blake:You never did answer who you played as in Wonderland.

Weiss:Cheshire Cat.

Blake:Really!?

Weiss:I was the only one okay with wearing the ears.

Yang:Damn….

Ruby:Are you trying to tell me little kid Weiss was somehow the least racist in her class?

Weiss:Little kid Weiss wasn’t racist.

Cross Hare: “As supposed to grow up Weiss!?”

Weiss:No! I’m not- Velvet we had lunch together today! Look, all I’m going to say is young adolescent Weiss saw a lot of White Fang member incidents and formed opinions…

Blake:That’s fair.

“Sounds suspicious to me.”

Blake:Guys, my parents love Weiss. That might actually be the only approval that matters.

Jaune:Didn’t Weiss amaze all of Menagerie.

Blake:Uuuugghh, why’d you remind meeeeeee.

Weiss:Tell the story.

Blake:Chat? Chat, I love Weiss, but I fucking hate this woman. Historically speaking, she’s a bad cook.

Weiss:“Historically” is insane.

Yang:Blake invited us to Menagerie to meet her parents and take part in what’s essentially an island cookout feast.

Cross Hare: “I REMEMBER THIS DAY!”

Blake:Without telling anyone, Weiss decided she was going to practice cooking this seafood gumbo that’s well known m the island to try and make a good impression.

Ruby:In hindsight, you did invite a Schnee into essentially enemy territory.

Blake:All she had to do was be polite and wave! Instead she asks my own mother if she could use the kitchen and make a traditional cuisine! I was stressed for the first half hour until suddenly…a scent is in the air. Spices. The correct spices. Now there’s an entire community looking around as this petite woman in an apron is swaying to our music and cooking our food.

Yang:I’m going to fucking honest, it’s so easy to forget Weiss is musically trained. Meanwhile Blake has two left feet.

Blake:I could live with that. What I couldn’t live with was when the food- *breathes in mic* When the gumbo was ready, it tasted better than any I ever made. My own mother told me this, and I couldn’t disagree.

Ruby:It was sooooo good!

Blake: Weiss “I had a cake butler” Schnee, showed up to my home island, cooked a dish with my, and danced with my people better than me. She out Faunesed a Faunus and I have sworn I can never let this happen again!!

Weiss:Everyone said bye to me! They were so nice.

Ruby:Weiss I’m letting you know right now if I ever take you back home and I discover you practiced wrangling horses, we are fighting in the dirt.

Yang:You get one time to bake an apple pie for my dad and if it’s better, hands. You don’t see me learning opera.

Weiss:I am an over achiever.

Jaune:Keep in mind, she’s still weak with most dishes.

Weiss:Cooking is hard!

Obtained Ripple Drive

Weiss:Oh, new stuff. *opens menu*

Jaune: *looks*… Weiss? Why isn’t dodge roll equipped?

Weiss:….*covers face*

“Weiss….”

“Girl…..”

“How have you been living?”

“You are throwing!!!!”

Yang:*wheezing* It could be worse. You could’ve beaten the boss first.

Weiss:Alright everyone, back to the boss!

xxxxxx

Attempt number six was practically a joke. She beat the boss in four minutes flat.

Weiss:Are you kidding me!?

Ruby:Shake it off. Now you know to double check. Penny, please pay out the believers.

Ruby:That was half my channel points…

Weiss:YOU BET AGAINST ME!?

Ruby:I hate this boss! I thought it would cause trouble.

Jaune:Imagine if Weiss is better at this game than you?

Ruby:I’d cry.

[sturnlsstuff]

FAMILIAR STRANGER | last chapter

what's gonna happen when you find out about your enemy's biggest secret?

ghostface!chris x enemy!reader

chapter seven

— warnings: smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, making out, unprotected p in v, riding, creampie, mentions of murder, cursing, pet names, - english isn't my first language!!

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you weren't a person who could get easily scared. always being able to watch horror movies with your friends completely unbothered, making them all amused at how calmly you sat through the entire thing. you weren't afraid of the dark, ghosts and other things like that. there was nothing that could make you jump out of fear. the only person who sometimes scared you was your ex, but he's gone now so technically you should be living a peaceful life.

but the moment you opened the door and he stormed inside, your heart was beating faster than ever before. it was that guy from the party who was flirting with you and were friends with jake. and now you were alone with him in your apartment for almost ten minutes, not being able to get rid of him. to put some distance between the two of you, you found yourself on one side of the kitchen island, ready to defend yourself if necessary, and he was on the other.

"i wonder..." he speaks up again. he hasn't said anything important yet, except that he won't leave until he finds out the truth. you didn't know what he was talking about. "-- how was it possible that you were able to face jake? he was always stronger than you and he definitely wouldn't let some whore like you kill him. so how did you do it?"

"what?" your breath hitches in your throat at the mention of jake and him being dead. "what are you talking about?"

"don't play fucking dumb with me," he walks around your kitchen like he owns the place. "you had so many reasons to kill him."

"yes i had," you admit. "but i didn't kill him. and honestly? i regret that it wasn't me." he stops, giving you a quick glance and clicking his tongue against his teeth, "bold."

"true."

"you're really brave, huh?" he raises his eyebrow, "or stupid."

"you're stupid coming here and throwing suspicions left and right without any good basis."

"oh, i have a lot," he leans on his elbows on the kitchen island, looking directly into your eyes. "jake accused you of cheating and made everyone know what a whore you are, then recorded the video he was going to post but didn't manage to. it probably pissed you off really bad, didn't it? his phone also disappeared, the cops didn't find it. who else knew about it? only you..." he remains silent for a moment letting his words sink in. "-- and sturniolo."

something shifts in the air, you feel your ears ring at the mention of that name. you could bear the accusations against yourself, but against him? it was too close to the truth. at that moment you realized that this might end up bad.

"ahh, did i get it right?" he notices your expression, a grin appears on his face that didn't reach his eyes. "wait, oh shit," he chuckles, shaking his head. "maybe you cheated on jake with chris and your new little boyfriend didn't like how it could ruin his reputation? you know he likes to bang a different girl every weekend. so was it him that killed him? and you two threw suspicion on that ghostface killer? spill the tea, c'mon. unless..." a frown appears between his eyebrows, something in his gaze changes. "unless, it's him. he's the ghostface? wait, holy fuck-"

"you don't know shit–" you cut him off, the wave of nausea washes over you. "it's not true–"

"oh, i'm pretty fucking sure it is," he retors. "that would make more sense, you wouldn't be able to fight jake on your own. so what, you're dating a psychopath? i mean, you must be pretty fucking insane yourself..."

"the only psychopath i dated was jake, so shut the fuck up," you say annoyed, adrenaline rushing through your veins. you didn't like him talking about chris like that.

"so it's true, huh? chris is the ghostface? and you know about it? what's the reason? i thought you hate him..." he tilts his head to the side, thinking. everyone knew that you and chris dislike eachother, so he was pretty fucking confused. "maybe you let him fuck you? must be good if you keep silent about him killing people—"

"shut the fuck up," you snap at him again, feeling the blood drain from your face as his words really hit like a kick to the gut. you tried not to think about why you really don't want to tell anyone about what you found out about chris. however, now this situation has triggered emotions in you that you has been pushing aside until now.

he walks around the kitchen island towards you immediately causing you to step back putting some distance between you two. he could sensed your nervousness which made him feel like he was better than you, determined to take revenge, thinking he had it all figured out.

"i'm gonna ruin you two. you won't have a life in this town once everyone finds out about what you and your boyfriend—"

"he's not my boyfriend—"

"great, so you're just admitting to being a whore," he has you backing out against the wall. "i will get proof and once i do, you two are done."

even though you felt it in your bones that it would be the best to stay quiet this time, your personality won and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "if you make it."

you thought that your words would somehow discourage him, that maybe you two would be able to come to an agreement, but he just smiled as if he had just won the lottery. like he was waiting for you to say something like that. then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and waved it in your face, "i forgot to tell you, it's recording. so i in fact made it, you basically admitted to everything." he takes a few steps back, looking at your shocked expression with satisfaction. "he will be the one who won't make it. i'll go to the cops before sturniolo comes at me, then he'll get what he deserves. along with you."

he slowly backs out of your kitchen, leaving you with pounding heart, wanting to scream to stop him somehow, not believing that this was happening, but your body was glued to the floor.

he adds, "in jail you won't get the same cell so he won't be able to fuck you anymore. must suck, hm?" and with a big grin on his face, he leaves your apartment, the tension in the air making your head spin.

it took you about five minutes to even understand what had happened and how dangerous it was for chris. you didn't think at all about the consequences for you, you didn't think about anything other than to make sure he won't get caught. you feel the urge to protect him but don't know how. this guy has already left and there's not much you could do.

on shaky like jelly legs you ran to your room, finding your phone and staring to call chris. he didn't answer. you left him twenty messages, called him fifteen times, and he didn't answer.

you felt as if the walls in your room suddenly began to close in, squeezing you between them. you couldn't catch your breath, your heart was pounding as you keep pacing around the room, calling chris over and over again, but all you could hear was his voicemail. you even called matt, but he didn't answer either, which made you even more nervous. your palms were sweating as you texted chris again, trying not to panic, knowing that he definitely wouldn't get caught that easily, but the anxiety was making your intrusive thoughts overpower the logic.

you were sending messages like in a trance, trying to explain to chris that you didn't want to do what you did, your messages so chaotic that even if he read them, it would be difficult to understand anything. however, the silence continued, the minutes lengthened, giving the impression of hours, your stomach twisting in knots. it felt like forever. you wanted to go to the triplets' house to see what was happening, but at the same time the uncertainty that you would somehow make everything worse was making you hold back for almost an hour. though after overthinking every options you had, you found yourself pulling on your shoes and opening the front door ready to storm out of your apartment, but instead bumping into someone's body.

the person was quick to push you back inside, locking the door behind you two. your wide eyes look up, the ghostface mask right in front of you, causing a wave of heat and relief to wash over you.

"chris—"

he cuts you off with his mask flipping upwards and pressing his lips to yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. but before you can do anything, chris pulls away and whispers against your lips, his breath mingling with yours, "just shut up. don' say anythin', yeah? just..." he sighs and kisses you again, but you put your hands on his chest to push him away gently. "i called you so many times, we need to—"

"everything's fine just stop talkin'..." he leans in again, but you turn your head slightly causing his lips to brush against your cheek. he let's out a quiet groan in disapproval, though it doesn't discourage him and instead he leans down to trail kisses down your neck. "did you see my messages? this guy from that party a few weeks ago, he was here and just... i didn't mean to say anything and i didn't really told him much, but i think i accidentally... oh- shit, uh, i think.... i— c-chris wait—"

but chris didn't care. his senses were filled with your scent, his heart was pounding in his chest. he already had you pressed against the wall, sucking and biting on your skin, marking you. his gloved hands roaming all over your body, grabbing your ass and lifting you off the floor, your legs and arms automatically wrapping around him to keep from falling. "s'all good, ma, i promise..." he mutters against your skin, hands moving under your shirt.

"but— what happened, did he... did you—"

"i was faster than him."

"but how—"

"i said is fine," chris lifts his head up meeting with your confusion. "you trust me or what? 'cause you gotta. at least in this case." he waited in tense silence until you nodded, his eyes sparkling. "good. now can ya stop interrupting and lemme do what i wanna do?"

"god, you're annoying..."

there was no way you could stay focused when he immediately started working you up, not only with kisses but also with how he was dressed up. the fact that whenever he was around you as a ghostface was turning you on more than it should've, was a bit embarassing, but you couldn't control your emotions. that's why you dropped the topic for now, letting him do whatever he wanted.

you don't even know at what point you're lying flat on the bed, your and chris's clothes tangled somewhere on the floor. he was teasing you, his lips kissing down your chest, his tip brushing against your core through the material of your red lace panties. a wet stain visible through the fabric, his dick throbbing at the sight.

"always sooo eager f'me...." he mutters, smirking against your skin and looking up at you. "ya sure you hate me?"

"i'll hate you more if you keep playing with me," you respond slightly breathless from the make out session from a moment ago and the desire overpowering your body.

"aww, is that so?" he lifts his head up to your level, tilting it to the side and balancing himself on his hands on each side of your head. "and what'cha want, hm? my mouth? fingers? my dick?"

you give him a look, annoyed that he's messing with you knowing full well what you want, but at the same time it gets you even more aroused. you would never admit it and it was very out of character for you but when he had you at his mercy, it was only making you more turned on.

"just fuck me—" after he raises his eyebrows amused, clearly waiting for something more, you add, "please."

"thereeee ya go, princess." he slides your panties down your legs, settling between them and giving himself a few strokes. he slowly pushes inside, taking his time on purpose to torture you just a little more since he loved hearing you beg for it. "chris, please, more..." you whine, chewing on your plump bottom lip, getting a smirk in response.

"y'know..." he whispers into your ear. "-- you're the only one i ever want to fuck like this."

"like— like this...? what— oh! uh, what does that... mean?" you stutter when he pulls almost all the way back and then moves his hips forward again, going deeper.

"i mean..." his thrusts picking up speed and force as he settles into a steady rhythm, already making your vision to go blurry. "like, i wanna fuck you so rough, you'd forget how to walk—" he pounds into you almost to prove a point, your bodies slapping together loudly. "but also, sometimes— fuckkk, sometimes... i wanna take it slow and all nice and shit— but i can't fuckin'... decide. not when you look and sound like this—" his words followed by a groan when he feels you clenching around him. he looks at you, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. "is this makin' you fuckin' cum already?"

"what? n-no— mmmm, fuck!" embarrassment was all you could feel, when the knot in your stomach was quickly growing, making your legs tremble because of how hard you tried to hold back. chris let's out a low chuckle and wraps his lips around your hardening nipple, his tongue swirling around it what sends vibrations straight to your throbbing cunt.

he barely started and you already felt the pleasure overwhelming you, his words affecting you more than you would like to admit. you don't know if he understood how intimate that sounded and if it meant the same to him as it did to you, but it was enough to turn you into a moaning mess.

"c'mon, don't hold back, is fine... actually hot as fuck how fast i can make ya come— mhmm, thaaaat's right..." he pulls away from your breast with a pop, his breath catches as he feels your muscles tightening around him. he licks his lips watching as your expression turns into a full, clear pleasure. you're pathetically fast to let euphoria consume you, your tight heat sucking him in. "fuckkk, milkin' me so well—"

"chris—" you whimper as he fucks you through your orgasm, not even going to slow down, loving the effect he has on you and how you let him have such control over your body.

"shh— m'not done yet and.... we won't be for a while—" he captures your lips into a kind of demanding, but somehow gentle kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he continues to fill you over and over again. "fuck, you always take me so deep..." he mutters against your lips.

for you, it felt like being on another planet. not being able to understand how it works that chris made you feel things you couldn't normally feel, not only physically but also... emotionally. you were embarrassed, but too caught up in how good it felt to worry about it yet.

"see, i can't control myself around you 'n this shit is— pissin'— me off—" a choaked moan leaves his lips when he punctuates his words with deep thrusts, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"oh my— feels so good, chris, please—"

"didn't fuck you for almost two weeks and it felt like a fuckin' nightmare—" your long manicured nails digging into his back, marking him just as he did with the hickeys on your skin before. it only spurred him on, his cock throbs deep inside you. "holy fuck, i love this pussy..." he pulls back slightly, grabbing your ankles and placing them on his shoulders, folding you nearly in half. the new angle lets him pierce even deeper, stealing a muffled scream from you.

despite the fact that you were practically in heaven right now, you were still yourself and couldn't help, but mutter proudly, "i know."

he smirks, "that attitude... fuck— y'know, i missed your smart mouth too... gonna use it to tell me how well m'fuckin' you right now?" when you're unable to respond because of the constant moans escaping your mouth, he reaches with one hand for the ghostface mask that was lying next to you, and puts it on with a shake of his head. "maybe this gonna make you fuckin' scream more—"

"oh— chris...fu—ckk..." your eyes widen as you see him, not understanding how it works and why does it have such an effect for you only with him, but your pussy immediately start to tighten around his cock again.

"shit, ya really love this, hm? that's so— hot—" with your legs on his shoulders, chris is able to drill into you even deeper, his balls slapping loudly against your ass with each thrust. "but i'll stop if you... fuck— if you don't tell me how good it feels—"

"so good!" your eyes roll back as you keep talking with a shaky voice, "no one can do it better..."

"no shit," his pace quickens knowing you're about to reach another peak, the bed creaking beneath the two of you. "-- no one can and no one fuckin' will."

"chris, m'so close—"

"oh, this is really workin' on ya, huh?" he grins under the mask, groaning at the way you looked right now. he wants to see you like this every day.

your thighs quiver on his shoulders as you try to accommodate his relentless thrusts. he notices your closed eyes, his grip on your hips tightening, "eyes on me— yeaaah, look at me while i make you fall apart on my dick— no one else's.... fuckkkkk—" his own orgasm building up rapidly as he pounds into you, your eyes open again, locked onto his ghostface mask just as the waves are crashing brutally over your body, getting you creaming around him. "fuck, look at that... how fuckin' g-good— shiiit— how good y'look..." a low moan escapes him as you're coming apart beneath him, sending chris spiraling over the edge. "fuck, gonna fill this pussy up so full..."

"mhhph, soo... full–" you repeat after him, squirming around on the mattress, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open. he buries himself balls-deep one final time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he floods your spasming pussy with his hot seed.

sated, chris collapses forward, propping himself on his hands and keeping most of his weight off you. both of you panting, your legs falling down from his shoulders onto the mattress. he knows how obsessed you are with the ghostface mask but his obsession with feeling your lips on his is bigger, so he takes it off and leans down to kiss you. it wasn't heated and hungry like previous make-out sessions, for you it felt almost... sweet. can't help but wonder if chris felt it too.

he's first to break the kiss, his messy hair slightly falling into his eyes. after pulling out, he lays down next to you, you both staying quiet for a moment, his thoughts clearly occupied with something while you tried to come back to your senses, after not only the intensity of your orgasms, but the realization that he didn't kiss you after sex before.

after clearing his throat, he's first to speak up, "i thought you snitched on me for a moment." it catches you off guard, but he continues, "i got a text from that idiot saying that he knows everything and that you were the one to tell him. i believed at first," he admits. "but then he said he knows it was me and you who killed jake, that's how i knew he's bluffin'. and i remembered what y'told me when you... y'know, had that fever a few days ago—"

he gives you a quick glance, having your full attention so he keeps going, "you probably don't remember, but you said that you wouldn't say anything 'bout me being the ghostface 'cause you can be the only one—"

"--to ruin your life." his eyes snap to you with surprise at the interruption. "if someone else do this, where's my satisfaction in that?" you repeat your words, fully remembering saying this because you meant it.

"yeah—" staring at each other for too long, he finally breaks it and speaks again. "yeah, uh, so i remembered your words and i was like there's no way you'd just do that. i was gonna talk to you first, but i found him leaving your apartment and that fuckin' pissed me off so i came after him and— y'know. he spilled everything, what he knew, what he told ya, that he was recordin' your conversation... already took care of this too," he says catching on as you're about to ask about this. "so you good, no need to worry 'bout shit."

you nod, relieved that chris knew that you kept your mouth shut, and only unintentionally said something that led this guy to the fact that chris is the ghostface killer. "m'glad you didn't say shit 'cause it'd make me—" he's about to say angry, pissed of, but he knows better than that. he would actually get his heart stabbed if you decided to betray him. "-- upset."

"upset?" your eyebrow raises as you try to process his words. he immediately rolls his eyes, trying to play it off, "yeah, no big deal, just sayin'."

"pretty big deal to me," you respond. knowing chris and how closed off he was half of his life, how you never saw him sad, hearing him saying he'd be upset if you decided to snitch on him meant more than it should've.

"a'ight, shut up..." he mutters, shifting on his side so he could see your face better. "what m'tryin' to say is, everything's fine and this guy won't bother you again. actually no one fuckin' will..." he smirks, "besides me, of course. 'cause if someone else do this, where's my satisfaction in that?"

trying so hard to bite back a smile, but you can't help it when he just simply repeats your words. now you roll your eyes, "what, gonna be my bodyguard now?"

"more like a guardian angel," he matches your sarcastic tone, getting a stare from you. "angel? you? are you even hearing yourself?"

"oh yeah, pretty fuckin' clear too."

you hum, but the smile stays on your face. remembering about something, you sit up and without even realizing it, you put on his shirt, which reached halfway down your thigh. but chris notices it, and not only does he almost immediately become hard again at seeing you in something that was his, but he also feels a warmth spreading across his chest, as if desire was mixed with something else he couldn't quite name.

you are looking for something in the desk and then come back to the bed, siting down and giving him jake's phone that chris left you on that unforgettable day for you. his expression questioning you so you explain, "i don't want anything that's his. don't want that pathetic apology or anything else, just need to be free from him. take it back and break or something, i don't really care."

he raises his eyebrows, but nods without putting a fight and grabs the phone, putting it aside. the fact that he was still naked distracts you, but he doesn't seem to care at all, so you reach for the mask, running your fingers over its features to distract yourself. there's so many things swirling in your head that you wanted to ask him about out of curiosity, but you knew you had to be careful with him. chris can switch really fast, starting to ignore you or even leave. that's why you think about what you can ask and what you can't so as not to scare him away. "why did you decide to start doing it? you know, killing people isn't exactly... i don't know—"

"men," he corrected you, but there's no usual bite in his tone. "killin' men. couldn't stand the fact how annoyin' they are 'bout everything, thinking they're the one in control, doing with women what they please."

"isn't this what you're doing though?" you blurt out, quickly looking at him, immediately regretting how it sounded. "i mean, like, you fuck girls all the time and don't care about anything."

"yeah, never said i ain't a hypocrite," he agrees smirking. "but i told ya already, i always keep things straight from the beginning. the girls i'm sleepin' with know it's only a hookup." you bite your tongue not to ask why he didn't tell you the same thing at the beginning, but you remember how he reacted when you asked him about it the other day. chris notices your expression, "c'mon, say it. since when you hold back? where's that badass spirit?" he playfully nudges your arm.

you roll your eyes, looking back at the mask, "you didn't tell me we're only fucking. i mean, i know, but what if i didn't? and you act sooo respectful to women out of sudden—"

"okay now, i ain't exactly a perfect gentleman and i know that, i'm not tryna look like one. but i also have my rules, y'know..." his tongue clicks against his teeth as he thinks. "i didn't tell you, 'cause i wasn't expecting us to just fuck then 'n i didn't really could focus on thinkin', when i had you on my desk like this—" his smirk widen after the glare you give him, he notices the blush creeping up your cheeks, adding it to his lists of how many times he made you do it already.

"okay, what about after?"

"i don't know, is not a big deal, like what do y'want me to say? i thought it's clear we only fuck."

"it is," a frown appears between your eyebrows. "actually not really. why did you help me when i was sick? did you even come to my place to hookup again?"

this question makes irritation slowly start to take over chris's body, the territory you entered was dangerous and the shift in the air was clear. felt like you were on thin ice, though you just had to know.

he's quiet for a moment, seeming to have ignored your question, but his brain was racing. ever since he had that conversation with matt, it was all he could think about for the past few days. he didn't care about anyone except his brothers, but you are making him feel complicated emotions.

just when you're about to tell him to forget about the question, thinking he won't answer, he speaks up. "i told you, i thought you're ignoring me and i don't like when people do that shit." his tone too casual, chris clearly failing at trying to play this cool. "i saw you feelin' that bad and... like, i know you think i'm the biggest asshole ever and probably it's true, but leaving you with that big ass fever would be just insane even f'me."

he couldn't admit that he cared a little about the state he found you in that day. he couldn't let you figure him out like matt did.

"okay, but you didn't have to let me be all over you."

you tried to forget how it felt, even though it all seemed like a fever dream, you knew it was real. you were practically glued to him and felt a little confused when you thought about it, knowing how nice it was, even though neither of you were the type to cuddle.

"what'd you wan' me to do?" he raises his eyebrows, but his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, which makes your eyes widen. this man doesn't blush like ever. "push you off your own couch? nah, got some manners, y'know."

"oh really?"

"yeah."

"so you didn't enjoy it even a liiittle bit?"

"you'd want me to?" he's fully convinced you will disagree.

"and if i say yes? then what?"

he clicks his tongue against his teeth, his blue eyes slightly darkening with... lust, perhaps? and something more. "then we have a problem." he grabs your wrist, pulling you on top so that you were straddling him, his hands resting on your thighs, which causes your stomach to flip.

"and why's that?"

"'cause maybe i want you to want me to enjoy it."

"what a good play on words."

"yeah, m'good at that."

"what else you good at?"

he narrows his eyes, gripping your hips and almost urging you to rub against his half-hard dick, stealing a quiet whimper from you. "i think you already know."

"maybe i need a reminder–"

"what a greedy girl," he smirks, pulling you into a kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. you already feel yourself getting turned on again, now moving your hips on your own. "and it wasn't even twenty minutes..." he mutters against your lips proud of the effect he has on you.

"shut up..." you keep grinding down against him until he gets fully hard again, a groan leaving his lips. he asks out of sudden, "you wanna keep doing that? hookin' up?"

"we shouldn't," you answer, positioning yourself above him, teasing you both with running his tip along your sticky folds.

"yeah, but m'askin' if you wanna, not if we should—" he grabs your wrist to stop you from taking off the shirt. "so?"

you know it's not a good idea, but you nod against your own logic. "yeah, i want to."

"good. now keep the shirt on, and— put this on too.." he points to the ghostface mask you still had in your hand, remembering how the last time he told you to put it on, he almost went crazy. you don't think twice and do what he said, at the same moment sinking down onto his dick, your gummy walls immediately wrapping around him. chris was obsessed with the way you looked in his shirt and mask, on top of him. it almost makes him cum right then and there. "shiit, you're so sexy—"

you respond with a moan, starting to move your hips slowly, "you sure you hate me?" a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as you repeat his question from earlier. he grips your hips tightly, savoring the feeling of being inside your heat again. "didn't decide yet," he retorts sarcastically, as you quickened your pace, leaning back a little to put your hands on his thighs for some balance.

he watches how you ride him, his brain racing with thoughts but he decides to say a little more, the way you're on top of him makes him relax and less embarrassed to talk about such things. "i really couldn't stand the thought of you ignorin' me— fuck, that's why, i, uh— came to your place to check if we good—"

"i wasn't ignoring you..."

"i know," he nods, thrusting up to meet your movements, causing you to see stars. "but i'd care if you did—" your heart swells at his admission and it only makes you want him to feel so good, that he won't ever need anyone else to satisfy him. "fuck, y'look so pretty like this— even hotter in this fuckin' mask, holy shittt—"

"you need to trust me that i won't tell— mmhpp, oh my— f-fuckk, that i... won't tell anyone about your secret..."

"mhm, i know this now," he nods, fucking up into you harder, the pressure building up until he thinks he might lose his damn mind. "fuck, you're squeezin' me so tight—" he groans, his fingers digging into your ass and hips as he tries to hold on. "oh my god chris—" you whine and moan, legs starting to hurt from the hard and fast pace you're keeping, but you don't care at all.

"y'know, i think i decided 'bout the hate thing..." his hips bucking upward, taking over the control when you lean forward, propping yourself on your hands on either side of his head. he can't believe how hot you look in that ghostface mask. "might tolerate you a little more from now."

"y-yeah?" you start clenching around him, getting a hiss from him as he tries to find relief from the torturous tightness.

"fuck, y'hurt so good—"

you smile under the mask, eyes rolling back as you feel your orgasm building up. "see i think that i tolerate you n-now as well— oh!"

"thaaat's it, gorgeous, holy fuck," he purrs, your entire body shake as you come apart on top of him, your inner walls clamping down on his dick in a vice-like grip. it's too much, and he let's out a feral groan as he buries himself inside you and explodes, his release so intense it leaves his vision go blurry.

after riding out both of your highs, you slowly get off him, taking off the mask as well. his eyes are still closed, almost like he didn't want to see your reaction to what he's about to do. feeling you want to pull away, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side so that your head rests on his shoulder. shock washes over you, not expecting him to do something like this, though you're fast to tell yourself that maybe it's just post orgasm bliss. but when your eyes meet, there's a new warmth in his gaze, a tenderness that contrasts with the way he always looked at you before.

"not good at cuddlin' 'n shit, but i guess y'gonna teach me now, huh?" he tried to maintain his sarcastic tone, but couldn't help and genuinely smile.

relaxing in his arms, his grin is getting to you making you smile like a fool as well. "we have a problem, because i'm not that good at this either."

"good. then we gonna learn together."

neither of you slept that night, too busy with each other. you couldn't stop that feeling in your chest, those butterflies. and it was so weird, so out of character for the two of you.

it felt as if you were some familiar strangers.

a/n: oh my god 😭😭😭 my babies 😭 thank you guys sm for all the love for this series and for me as well, i appreciate it soooo much !! i had a blast writing this story 🤍 i'll still be taking requests about ghostface!chris if anyone has some just lmk, i'd love to write some oneshots about him!!

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Otome Isekai Roundup

With the new year, I feel the need to make some kind of year-in-review list. So even though I've largely stopped reading comics (the desire to read ebbs and flows every six month), here are the otoisekai that stuck out to me the most in 2024

Crimson Lady/Resetting Lady

What can I even say about the GOAT? As we crawl towards a conclusion, the despair only grows. Death is the only answer, death must be avoided at all costs.

The Villainess Who is No Better than an Extra Cross-dresses to Be a Love Interest

I never talked about this one, namely because I'm not sure how to describe it without focusing on its wokeness. But it is woke. It's bizarrely, strangely woke, as well as genuinely enjoyable, but I keep getting fixated on all the genre-unusual progressiveness, like

BELIEVABLE female crossdressing in a shojo manga

her older brother is fat, a good person, and nobody ever comments on his weight (this point is the most shocking to me honestly)

Older brother is loudly supportive of his gnc sister and male cousin

Unclear if MC is gay, transmasc, or just doing this out of survival, but it says something that becoming a love interest was her *first* response

Boy the MC bewitched in girl form as a child is thrown off by her handsome appearance as an adult, yet awkwardly asks if she wants help breaking her engagement with a man

I forgot, originally he was the stock "sexist love interest who dials it back for his one true love" type, but this one shatters the mold not by making her the one girl he isn't mean to, but instead having him step back from his feelings and step UP as a genuine, actual, fr ally and continuing their friendship. Insane upgrade.

And it all feels pretty organic! They'll hint at complicated feelings from the people around her without grandstanding or molding medieval-y types into 21st century values

Like I can't emphasize enough how weird it is to see a child drawn like this and they're not evil

Behind Her Highness's Smile

I never talked about this one for the opposite reasons of the above. Um. Extremely horny ethicsplay* thriller about a mentally-challenged princess forced to marry a duke (who, in turn, was forced to marry a mentally-challenged princess). What if you were the abused sexy sensual prisoner princess forcibly married to a smoldering tall dark-haired duke AND you had brain damage.

Let me say that I enjoy this story sincerely and that her issues are not played lightly, but it is absolutely going for eroticism. Like oh nooo, you're not mentally competent enough to consent 😉😉 the duke could do whatever he wants and you're too dumb and doll-like to do anything about it😉😉😉 also your maids roofied you😉did I mention your sick bastard brother-king made you like this? And that he takes immense pleasure in that fact?🤫

But I know what you're thinking. Because I was thinking it. For chapters and chapters. "Surely this is a ruse. They didn't actually write a mentally handicapped female lead, not when it's already so horny. This is just to add to the fucked up atmosphere that feeds into everything because there's no fucking way anyone would keep to this premise. Wow she's really committing to the bit lol, not giving an inch. If I were gullible, I would believe they're actually going to fuck. Wait. Was that guy supposed to represent the writer talking to the reader? Hey?"

Did they? Read to find out :)

*I've always hated describing stories as problematic (positive). Ethicsplay, like the story is fucked up. They know it's fucked up, YOU know it's fucked up, and that's why you're here reading it.

A Splendid Revenge Story of a Super-Dreadnought Cheat Villainess

I don't have a lot to say about this one other ​than it's a refreshing revenge-centric OI. It's not treading new ground, but it executes the genre's tropes well. The villains are exaggerated caricatures of hubris, brazen leeches who've forgotten whose blood they've been surviving on, each with their own distinctive brand of arrogance introduced at a measured pace to keep the true hero's OPness from getting boring, all with a unique stylistic flair.

Princess revenge stories are frequently derailed by dull romance or the desire to reinvent capitalism, so the fact that Super-Dreadnought commits itself to smiting Lunaria's enemies without straying from the path makes it a high recommend.

Turning the Mad Dog into a Genteel Lord

I realized I don't have enough screenshots to prove my controversial opinion (that this is less puppy dog bf fantasy and more crypto-age reggressor/caretaker right up until they knew it would mess with the overall light and goofy tone), and I can't say those kinds of things without proof. so. I'll save that for another day.

Anyway. Plot: Priestess Diarin, who is so hot I have more screenshots of her than any of the men, has to tame an abused beast-like 6'8 shredded ex-child soldier into a noble. She's the only one who can change him, she's the only one he can be vulnerable with. Middling plot, heavy slapstick/reaction face-based humor, but everyone is sexy and there are mild to moderate sadist-on-the-art-team impies, so. Recommend.

On an unrelated note can tappytoons please stop picking up manwha with good art? Their translation choices make me unreasonably mad.

If they draw shoes like this, please let Lezhin handle it? I can't take the comma stutters and obvious tone neutering.

[rodolfoparras]

due to again retail busy and I forgot how dumb and infuriating people can be and I have a fucking short fuse of an anger— have this before the smut for build up sugar cube :) again, merry Christmas to everyone here, I hope y'all are having a much better day, just wanna know how actually I'm proud to see the anons here saying great things they have achieved, including you Alec because moving into a new house especially where you feel like now you don't have to restrain from anything is a great feeling I can understand and I hope your staying safe out there (quite literally)

It started off as a joke. Really.

You stayed behind with some rookies after training them, a lot of them have questions from diet advice or their perks and Price was there due to needing to ask you for that report you were meant to write on his last mission.

Sure, kids are young, they'll let their mouth fly pass like a damn wind. Price understands that, but—

"Colonel, look at this reel, it's so funny." It was a video of a hairy male who at first mouthing lyrics to a rather ludicrous song about nasty acts, to when it suddenly transitioned to him wearing a bra that somehow perfectly cups his chest to look like a woman's.

The other, more sensible recruit of course elbowed his friend for showing this kind of thing to you, their superior— but Price didn't miss that subtle smirk you had and once glance towards him and his chest. To which that leads to here. Price still checking himself up in front of the mirror, after that day he impulsively bought a pair of blue sets of panties and bralette.

Insecurities makes him feel funny in this, even humiliated— sure, he could have read the room wrong, and god knows where'd his career he if it's true but... this could be a perfect chance for him to gain your attention, not as superior to subordinate, but with lust. He had fantasized too much on how your rough hands would feel like, that's for sure.

Price puts on his military suit again, the feeling of cotton material rubs against the thin lacy undergarments just puts a reminder on what he's doing— he needs to play his card right and maybe... *he'll get more than he bargaining.*

With that, Price knocks on the door of your office, taking a deep breath before straightening himself. In the back of his mind, doubts and doubts flood in— but the feeling of silk rubbing against his chest and the fullness of the plug nestled between his ass is enough to make him stay put and stand tall.

A low grumble was heard before the door swung open. You were there behind him, in your military suit as usual, looking down at him with an expectant look "Price, what is it?" You asked.

Price takes a gulp at the sight of you then, fuck he wants you. "Colonel, can I talk to you in private?" You nodded at that, letting him in and you closes the door behind him. "What is it?"

"Can you lock the door? Make sure no one's around?"

'I guess it's that confidential of a detail for a mission.' Is what you thought as you take a glance around before locking the door, hearing something shuffling and rustling behind you. "Price, is something the matter—" You didn't even get to finish your sentence as you were met with a sight of Price hurriedly stop undressing his military suit, revealing a skimpy lace bralette underneath, chest hair protrudes the cloth.

"I— was gonna say don't turn around.. yet."

Jesus Christ. You didn't know how long you were standing there, Price's hand still frozen by his belt before he looked down to see a dark stain in front of your straining bulge that look like it hurt. Oh. Did you just came, by just looking at him like this? He didn't know it'd work this well, or is it because it's him?

"Colonel?" "Ye— fuck, yeah?"

"Don't you wanna have a closer look?"

Let's just say, his confidence went racking up ever since that day and how others notice how often Price came by your office, often coming out with a satisfied look, and a limping legs.

Perhaps a hint of lace if you squint your eyes at the opened button on his chest.

🪂

AWOOOOOO AWEOOOOO AWEOOOO WEEPOOOOO IM GOONG YO LISE MU MIND IM GOING TO OOSE MY DAMN MIND LET ME ON LET ME IN LET MEN I RN

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Some various ramblings around CDDs and the internet to welcome in the new year.

> you will not split an alter just because you like a character or fixated on a show/game/etc. Either you've gone through some kind of stress/trauma during the time of the split (and may not be aware of it given, yknow, its a DISSOCIATIVE disorder), or you're bullshiting to excuse roleplaying in regular places.

> while there can always be exceptions (given this aspect of the disorder isnt a focus for study), I personally feel it's much less likely for a "fictive's source" to be a fronting trigger than people act like online. Its also more likely to be an uncomfortable and upsetting experience than people portray it. See example of: "fictional alter split because an abuser heavily used the media in question within that time/abuse, therefore alter is triggered out by exposure to it".

> I don't give that much of a shit about if "source separating" is or isn't needed to heal, but some of yall are way too content with treating alters like characters and not parts/alternate states when online. Putting them on display and making the "DID is so funny bc (insert fictive doing normal behavior)" jokes will never not piss me off a little bit as a result.

> on the subject of that joke mentioned above its just objectively not funny, and doesnt even work as a joke without the prerequisite of painting the alter like a Character In Your Head. Alters that arent introjects of (popular) media doing normal ass behavior isn't remotely funny, so what about it being an introject is supposedly a joke?

> some of yall take "disabled people dont owe you misery" way too far in the other direction. Believe it or not based on the literal criteria, if you aren't in some fashion debilitated by the experiences around having a system, then you don't have a CDD and dont belong in those spaces. And also, disabled people dont fucking owe the internet being all sunshine and rainbows and radically inclusive either. Disabled people aren't all "suffering internalized ableism" for recognizing and complaining about the debilitating and distressing aspects of their fucking disorder.

> DID is in fact rare, and no amount of comparisons and twisting the statistics will change that. 1% of the general population may be a lot of people, but it's still a very small cluster compared to how many people are on the planet.

> The literal worst comparison I've ever seen is comparing it to being ginger and saying "you wouldnt walk up to someone with red hair and say its fake, so why do that to people with DID?" Its almost like someone dyeing their hair red doesn't affect anyone, but also doesn't make them a ginger. Being ginger isn't a disorder. There isn't some grand community for natural gingers that people with dyed hair are insisting they be included in. Theres not strict conditions in which someone stops being considered a ginger if their hair is naturally red. There's a laundry list of reasons why this is a dumb as shit comparison.

> overt DID is not nearly as common as covert DID, and neither involves how you choose to act online. Overt DID doesn't mean everyone could clock it or you have dramatic visible switches ("*no one in the body*" tiktoker im looking at you), it means that an outside party would have an easier time catching on to the fact that you are mentally ill. Covert presentations are difficult to pinpoint because even the person experiencing it doesn't immediately catch on that something is wrong.

> personal anecdotes on how a disorder works stop having credence the second they go against the diagnostic criteria, with the only real exceptions being when comorbid disorders are the cause for that discrepancy. (Anecdotes on how it may *feel* is a different story, but should always be taken with a grain of salt when coming from randos online).

> if you can't handle the idea that someone online for any reason might not believe you about your disorders, then dont make a public fucking social media profile about it. Ive said it before and I'll say it again - fakeclaiming from strangers is not the absolute crisis I see it getting treated as and some of you should be showing your blogs to a therapist and getting legitimate help instead

[pendarling]

Spying Through Binoculars

Villain licked their lips and leaned closer, their eyes presser further into the binoculars in their hand as Henchman sat in the nearby bush looking bored as ever.

"Why are we doing this?" Henchman spoke.

"It's just principle."

They had stayed like this for days, looking for a sign of anything of interest from Hero during their off-time at home, but Henchman was convinced that they were doing this for far more selfish reasons than simply to fulfill a mission.

"Can't we come back tomorrow?" they whined and lay down on the grass. Henchman's eyes stared up at the empty, dark sky.

"No," Villain said sharply, "We aren't leaving yet. Not until I find out..." They trailed off. "Something."

Henchman rolled their eyes. They knew there was no significance in any of this at all, yet they kept their boss entertained for this long. Henchman released a long, drawled out sigh and sat up. "Well, I'm bored. I think I'll go home now." They started to move out.

"What—" Villain's eyes temporarily pulled away from the binoculars. “I need you!" they whispered harshly. “Get back over here right now!"

Henchman shook their head, "Please, I think you have this all under control; besides," Their head gestured toward the open window, looking straight into Hero's kitchen, "Hero doesn't seem to be a threat like this."

"Threat or not!" Villain looked back through the lens. "They're definitely up to something."

"Like what?" Henchman frowned.

"Like...." Villain tapped their finger on the binocular, "Like... uh.." their focus quickly distracted. Henchman tsked under their breath and went out of their way. If it was going to be like this, then it was time to clock out.

Villain's eyes stayed firm on their target; Hero looked far different outside of their hero uniform, much more calm and natural. None of that feral gaze in their eyes.

They walked away from the kitchen as they set something down on the counter. "Dammit," Hero moved away from their line of sight, and Villain quickly crawled to the next side of the house, eagerly searching for their nemesis. They found a small crack between their window and Hero behind the curtains; Villain tried moving closer without making noise to get a better angle. They bit down on their lip and tried to make out the movements as best as possible. They seemed to be in their room now, a much more private space, it made Villain feel a certain kind of nervousness, but they couldn't look away, especially as Hero's hands went to hook themselves at the hem of their shirt and pull it up so easily. "Fuck." Their eyes left the binoculars as they looked away, instead gazing at the row of trees in an attempt to temporarily find a distraction until it felt like it was safe to watch again.

'But what if they're doing something suspicious now?' Villain thought.

It couldn't be possible; it would be stupid, wouldn't it? Why in the world would Hero do something dumb while they were half-dressed? Unless, of course, they knew someone was watching them. Damn them, they were as slick as a fox.

'It's all a show.' Villain couldn't help but agree with their reasoning; Hero was smarter than they looked after all. They nodded and quickly returned to their sights. It wasn't like this was for their own guilty pleasure anyway.

'It's all part of the job; I have no interest in a good little hero such as them.'

Instead, Villain was met with Hero's refined waist and skin marked with faint scars from previous encounters. Their face turned hot, and Villain once again snapped their eyes away.

This was getting a lot harder than they thought. Hero wasn't supposed to be a problem for them at all; they're usually never this threatening to Villain when out on the battlefield. Someone so easy to defeat? How was it possible that they could get away with making Villain feel this way?

Villain's eyebrows furrowed, and their pulse quickened.

'It's nothing.' They took a deep breath. 'Nothing. It means nothing.' Yet the image never left their head; Hero's less-than-appealing form stayed imprinted in their vision like a curse. They could still see what little skin they showed underneath their shirt, and Villain wondered how many of those scars came from them. How many times did Hero look at themselves in the mirror and think of them through each bruise and every cut. It made them grow lightheaded just thinking of it.

Their stomach churned; it must've been an illness overcoming Villain, but they had to brave it out. Villain wouldn't let this get to them at all; they took a deep breath as if it would change the speed of their heart. But as soon as Villain caught sight of Hero again, taking their sweet time going through every single shirt in their closet, disregarding their current vulnerability, it made Villain melt under pressure.

"Hey, boss, do you have the car keys?" Henchman returned.

"What?" Villain blinked and looked beside them as Henchman tried making out Hero's figure between the leaves.

Henchman squinted. "What's going on?"

Villain slapped a hand across their eyes, "No, don't look!" They shouted.

Hero's ears perked up at the sudden noise, and they looked around them.

The two quickly ducked under the bush, stilling their movement as best as possible until Villain was certain Hero had left.

"Did you find anything, boss?" Henchman whispered. Villain straightened up and immediately looked for Hero again, only to find the curtains fully closed.

They cursed themselves. "No...." Henchman caught Villain's disappointment.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." Villain tucked the binoculars into their coat, "Let's get out of here."

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Ch. 10

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N - Hi guys! Like and rb!! it means a lot ! I post a new chapter every Tuesday & Thurs! Check out my masterlist

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BPOV

“Finneas… What did I do?”

“Nothing, Billie. It’s not something you did. Remy wasn’t even there. It happened when we took you back to our place.” He reassured me. I could tell he was being careful with the words he chose.

“Okay? I know I was saying a lot of rude things. Did I hurt your feelings? Or Claudia’s?” I asked, concerned.

“No, no it was nothing like that, Billie.” He shook his head. “Actually, you were telling us some really personal things… About how you feel.”

My palms began to sweat as I took a sip of my drink.

“I don’t know why you didn’t come to me about this earlier, dude. And, I’m not necessarily surprised, just wish you’d told me sooner.”

“Finneas what did I say, please tell me.”

“A lot, actually… At first, while Claudia tried to help you change into pajamas, you kept calling her Remy, and nonstop apologized to her…” he tilted his head back and forth as he spoke. “And I don’t know if you remember, but at one point you were crying inconsolably. You told me how much you loved Remy, that you wanted her to love you back the way you love her.”

I swallowed hard and for a second I forgot how to breathe.

Finneas continued, “You went on and on about how badly you need her, how far you’d go to keep her in your life. Like, Billie, you never told me how much you liked her. I always had a feeling in the way you look at her and the way you protect her… but I thought maybe that’s just how you guys are. I wish I would’ve known, I would’ve been there for you.”

“What else was I saying?” I asked, quietly, trying not to be soft.

“You begged me to tell her to come lay with you. And when I told you she was already asleep, you tried to leave and go to her. I had to fight you for the keys, dawg, and Claudia had to hide them from you. She hid your phone too so you wouldn’t drunk dial her.”

I rubbed my forehead, closing my eyes and shaking my head.

“You told me you’d lose her if you didn’t stay, and you wanted to cancel the tour too. When I finally got you to stay in bed, I tried to calm you down, get you to drink some water. Then, you ran to the toilet to throw up, and on the bathroom floor you told me how badly you messed up. How you wish you’d kissed Remy at the party, before anything else happened.”

I groaned to myself, leaning back into the seat.

“You said you wanted to keep her safe, and make her happy. That she’d be happier with you, that you wanted to give her the life she’s always wanted… Billie, I haven’t seen you so desperate, so devastated in so long. And you can’t just make realities for other people. That’s not- That’s a whole other conversation we need to have. Are you sure you don’t remember any of this?”

“I don’t remember any of this. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause so much-“ I cleared my throat feeling anxious for some reason. “You said you already knew?”

“I knew you had feelings for her, I just didn’t know you knew. I thought maybe you were figuring them out, not that you were hiding them for so long.” He shrugged. “Like I said, I wish I knew sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, dude.”

My eyes trailed off, staring out the small diner window. My heart kind of dropped. I didn’t feel embarrassed or anything like that. It bothered me how badly I wanted to suppress these feelings for so fucking long. For years, I just wanted to stop feeling so intensely. When it came to Remy, I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had built, or mess up the dynamic we had locked down. I knew she’d never feel this way about me and it broke my heart.

“No… I- I’m sorry, I didn’t want anyone to know. I wish I didn’t want her like that. I didn’t want to say it out loud and make it true. I wanted to just believe I loved her like a friend. We’re best friends, it’s so dumb.”

“Billie, why? What’s wrong with it?” He held his hands out in disbelief.

“She’d never feel the same way about me. She’s not into girls.” I shook my head.

“Has she ever said that? Like actually?”

“I mean, no, but she’s never really dated women. She doesn’t really date much at all. She just has really short phases where she talks to guys but they never work out- It doesn’t matter, because it’s never going to happen. She can’t find out, Finneas. I don’t want to lose her as a friend.”

“Lose her? You haven’t even talked to her in two weeks, Billie. You keep swearing up and down that you’re angry, when you know you’re just so deep in your emotions you can’t fathom the fact that she’s chasing something else. You’re hurting, but she doesn’t even know she’s hurting you. You’re not being transparent with her. Stop masking the problem.”

“I need to focus on this tour. There’s no time to-“

“No, dude. Because you’re miserable and I know it. You guys have never not talked. Not like this… Billie, you’re pushing her away from fear that your feelings won’t be reciprocated. And trust me, I get that, I do... But this whole attacking her for taking her own path is not okay. I know you have good intentions, and your heart is in the right place, but you’re hurting the girl you love the most. And I know you know that.

“Finneas, I am mad, I am hurt.”

“You’re not mad because she’s a hard worker, you’re not mad because she’s chasing that job she’s already put so many fucking hours into. You’re mad and you’re hurting because she’s not dropping everything to be with you. You’re hurting because you can’t be the whole reason she’s happy or fulfilled, and you want to be.” He spoke gently, but matter-of-factly. “You rather her take advantage and suck you dry? No pun intended?” He stifled a laugh.

“No,” I answered, acknowledging his joke.

“No, because you love the fact that she’s independent, and unconventional… You admire that she’s self-sufficient-”

“And head-strong.” I added, “She never gives up on what she wants. When she puts her mind to something, she’s unrestrained. And she’s not afraid to be alone, which scares the hell out of me. She doesn’t need anyone to take care of her, and-“

“And you want to take care of her.” Finneas pointed out.

I nodded. He was right, about everything. Even though I hated to admit it.

“But you can’t change who she is. You know that. You have to be okay with that.”

“I know.” I ran a hand through my hair, sighing.

“You also have to be honest with her.”

“I can’t, Finneas.”

“I understand why you think that, but you’re going to ruin your relationship with her regardless, with all of this in the background.” He wafted his hand around.

“Yeah. I get what you mean.” I nodded. “Please don’t say anything to her.”

“I won’t say a word to anyone. Just please, think about it. You’re my sister and I don’t like seeing you like this. At the end of the day, I’m on your team, always. I just wanna see you happy…” He paused for a moment before continuing, “And if being just friends is too hard to do, then maybe you need to let go of that too. I can’t let you fall into a dark place, again.”

“I know…” I looked at him, reading the worried look on his face. “I’ll be okay, I promise.” I held out my pinky and he intertwined it with his.

“I know you will. I just worry about you. You can’t change people. You’d never let anyone change you. And Remy would never try to change you.” He let go of my pinky and stole one of my french fries, which were starting to get cold.

“I love you, Finneas.” I smiled, stealing one of his fries to make it even. “Thank you. And I’m really sorry for making such a scene at your house. God, what a mess. Claudia must hate me.” I shook my head, trying not to laugh.

“Bro, you’re fine. You definitely owe her one because she cleaned up all your puke. You have terrible aim, by the way.” He laughed, pointing at me.

“Fuck off! That’s terrible!” I cringed.

“Dude, it’s okay, she was just worried about you. She made me come check on you a bunch of times when you finally knocked out. She was scared you’d choke on vomit in your sleep.”

“Aww, man. You guys are the best.” I smiled. “Thank you for talking to me. And coming to see mee.” I said in my best little sister voice.

“Don’t thank me. You’re paying!” He laughed.

******

The next few days went by so fast. I couldn’t believe another week was almost gone. Tonight, I’ll be playing Madison Square Garden in New York City, one of my favorite places to perform. I looked out the window of my hotel, watching the people walk swiftly past each other on the sidewalks, down the stairs to the subway, and into little bakeries and shops.

Being in New York made me nostalgic. Maybe because it’s Remy’s favorite city. Some of our favorite little spots are hidden here. God, I wish she was here to visit them with me.

As I updated my instagram story, I saw a post she made recently. I tried to stay off socials for this reason alone. It was a few pictures of her bedroom, where she had removed the furniture and laid a tarp down on the floor, with blue tape to cover the antique baseboard and crown moldings. On her wall, a heavenly mural of clouds in the golden hour sky. It looked like straight out of a Pinterest photo. I scrolled to see the day by day progress she made. I was stunned, admiring the talent. I didn’t even know she could paint like that. I’d seen her sketch and paint on canvas before but seeing her art displayed on a wall almost brought me to tears.

I liked her picture out of habit, causing my heart to drop a little. I considered leaving a comment but decided against it.

I opened iMessage, and texted her directly. I typed and retyped what to say. Everything sounded stupid.

I saw your wall. It’s incredible. 10:03am

I miss you. I wish I was there. 10:04am

[literaryavenger]

I Can't Believe That Idiot Got Into My Head - ch. 1

Summary: It's just a regular Tuesday morning when Steve decides to fuck with your head.

Pairing: Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, Platonic!Bruce Banner x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Teasing. My poor attempts at being funny. Not much for this one, really.

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I'm so excited for this! Enjoy the first chapter, I hope it's not too tedious but it gives a lot of background info that will come back later. Happy New Year again, by the way!

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You sigh as you walk into the lecture hall where your History class is, coffee in hand, already tired of this week and it’s only Tuesday.

You sit down in your usual seat and take out your laptop, taking notice that Steve, Bucky and Sam, the only ones of your friends that take this class with you, aren’t here yet.

Looking at the time you realize it’s still pretty early, so you take advantage of the peace an quiet to start your homework for other classes due next week as you wait for your friends and the professor to show up.

After about 10 minutes, Steve comes in, sits next to you and smiles at you. “Hey, beautiful.” He says in a playful tone, like he always does.

“Hi, Stevie.” You say while chuckling.

Steve is a bit of a flirt with you, but only because you both know he doesn’t really think of you that way; You tried dating freshman year but realized you were better off as friends. Still, he feels more comfortable with you than with other girls, so he flirts with you a lot while he’s pretty shy around girls he actually likes.

He gives you a charming smile and looks at the computer screen to see what you’re doing. “What’s up, nerd?”

“Not your grades, jackass.” You tease him back with a grin.

“That was uncalled for, you jerk!” He chuckles and then, when he notices you’re doing homework for other classes, he frowns. “Shouldn’t you be studying History?”

“I already handed in my essay, so I thought I’d get ahead on my homework for next week.” You explain, your eyes still on the essay you’re writing for your advanced lit class.

“You do know that you're not supposed to finish all your homework, right?” He looks at you in mock disbelief and scoffs. “That's against what the college experience is all about… You’re supposed to be irresponsible about studying until the deadline is almost up only to panic and start studying at like midnight.”

You finally look at him and laugh, his expression so shocked you’d think you told him you killed someone. 

“That might be the way you jocks do it, but doing it my way allows me to go out and have fun and get drunk every single weekend without worrying about failing.” You say playfully, teasing him about being a football player.

Almost all the guys in your friend circle (Steve,Tony, Bucky, Thor, Clint, Sam, Scott and Pietro) are on the university’s football team, and Steve is the Quarterback. only Loki and Bruce aren’t, while you, Natasha and Wanda are cheerleaders and you’re the head cheerleader.

Steve crosses his arms and tries to act annoyed to keep the joke going, though he can’t help but chuckle. “And it allows you to be an obnoxious know-it-all. That's why you can’t keep a boyfriend.”

“Ouch!” You say while dramatically putting a hand above your heart, pretending he actually wounded you. “Low blow, Rogers.”

You laugh together, it’s not like it bothers you, you’re not ashamed that you don’t have a boyfriend and you know Steve is only teasing. So you tease him back.

“Didn’t think you’d stoop so low.” You shake your head, pretending to be disappointed. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Tony.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never told me about how many of my girlfriends were dumb as bricks.” He rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “Also, you think Tony’s the one who spends too much time with me?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and you know where he’s going with this. “Who was the one that came with me to the Super Bowl last weekend?”

“Guilty as charged.” You say while chuckling as you think how much fun you had last Sunday together when he took you to the Super Bowl because neither Bucky nor Sam could make it. “But, in my defense, some of your past girlfriends were dumb as fuck since they only wanted you because you’re the team’s quarterback and not because of the amazing person you are.”

It may sound flirty, but you’re just being honest. Steve may be hot, but he’s also really caring, sweet and one of your best friends. It’s a shame a lot of girls can’t see past his football player status.

The fact that you said that still surprises him, though. He smiles a bit, not expecting you to point out how shallow the girls who only date him for his status are. Though he quickly hides it, acting like a jerk again.

“You say that like you're any different. You're the head cheerleader and you're a goddess. The only reason anyone would want to date you is because of your beauty.” He says it with a playful grin, just trying to mess with you.

“Which is why I’m single.” You reply back playfully. You know you’re in his same situation but, unlike him, you stay away from dating unless you know the person actually likes you for you.

“Most guys on campus think I’m dating you, though.” You add absentmindedly while looking back at your computer. “You know, because of the whole ‘head cheerleader and quarterback’ thing. It also doesn’t help that you flirt with me relentlessly.” You chuckle.

It’s not like it bothers you, but he does flirt with you a lot in front of other people that don’t understand that both of you just see each other as friends. Which is also why a lot of girls hate you, and a lot of Steve’s past girlfriends had a problem with your friendship. Thankfully, Steve never let any of them influence the way he acts around you.

“Let them think what they want.” He says with a cocky grin, before his face quickly turns serious. “Actually, there is a guy on campus that asked me if you had a boyfriend.”

“Do I even want to know?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you look back at him.

“Probably not, but I’m going to tell you anyway.” He leans forward, pretending to whisper in your ear just to be dramatic about it. “His name starts with ‘T’ and ends with ‘ony Stark’.”

You let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in and groan when you realize he’s just messing with you, the jerk.

“You’re fucking with me.” you roll your eyes and look back at your computer.

You both know Tony doesn’t see you like that. He’s had a massive crush on this girl Pepper since freshman year, even if he’d never admit it out loud. But your whole friend group is aware of it. 

You personally have some classes with her, but you’re not exactly friends. Still, you think she’s a pretty cool person, though she’s friends with girls you don’t really care for.

Steve laughs at your reaction. “Yeah, I know, but the look on your face was priceless.”

You roll your eyes again, focusing on your essay for a minute before his voice captures your attention again. “But now that we’re on the subject… Who do you think likes you?”

“You mean besides every guy on campus with a cheerleader fantasy?” You ask playfully with your eyes still on your computer.

“Besides that, you dork.” He says chuckling. “I mean… Out of all the guys in our friend group… Who do you think likes you?”

You suddenly stop writing on your computer, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “Do you know something I don’t?” You ask him suspiciously.

“I might…” He says casually, shrugging before adding. “Let’s just say that a certain friend of ours has been asking about you quite a lot.”

“Are you gonna tell me who it is?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at his cryptic answer.

“Nope.” He grins. “You’ll need to guess.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.” You tease him while looking back at your laptop, not really in the mood to play this game right now.

“That’s because you’re gonna go crazy trying to figure it out.” He chuckles and turns to look at the window as if he’s thinking. “Do you want a hint?”

“Fine, I’ll bite.” You say with a sigh, your essay completely forgotten now. “Give me the damn hint.”

He chuckles and thinks for a moment, before carefully saying, “The guy in question is the opposite of me in pretty much everything.” he stays vague, not really trying to make it too obvious to you.

You frown. The first name that immediately pops into your mind is Bucky. 

Everyone on campus knows they're complete opposites; sure, they're both tall, muscular dudes with blue eyes, but Steve is blonde, sunny, outgoing and friendly, while Bucky is a brunette, brooding, closed off and more of the shy type. Yet somehow they're best friends, almost brothers. Everyone thinks they're the Yin and Yang of best friends. 

But that can't be who Steve's talking about, right?

Before you can answer, Bucky and Sam come into the lecture hall and take a seat next to you, Bucky on Steve's other side and Sam on yours.

When they arrive, both you and Steve quickly try to look like he hasn’t said anything at all, but Bucky and Sam quickly realize that something is up by the way he’s acting and by the fact that you’re clearly only pretending to be focused on your laptop just to not look at them. 

Sam gives you a curious look but doesn't say anything, knowing that if something’s up you will probably tell them later. Bucky, on the other hand, just glares at Steve. He knows him too well and he knows that Steve was probably messing with you.

Thankfully, before anyone can say anything, the professor comes in and the History class starts. Although, admittedly, this is one time that you’re having trouble concentrating because damn Steve got in your head.

After a few minutes of lecture, Steve leans over to talk to you quietly, so the others couldn't hear him. 

“So, have you figured out who it might be yet”? He says it with a devious grin, enjoying the fact that you’re now stuck thinking about it during the whole class.

“I hate you.” You whisper back but the small smile on your face makes it clear that you don't mean it.

He lets out a small chuckle. “So, that’s a no.” He says it in a playful, cocky tone.

“I'm trying to pay attention, if you don't mind.” You say playfully while nodding towards the professor who's giving his lecture undisturbed.

“Alright, alright.” He lets out a small chuckle. “I'll let you pay attention to the class.” 

He leans back on his chair, acting like he didn't do anything to make you curious about who might like you. Though, he has no idea how distracted you really are now, only one thought clear in your mind.

I can’t believe that idiot got into my head.

After your class ends, you gather your stuff as fast as you can. “I gotta get to chemistry.” You say to the guys as an excuse and quickly walk out, which is not really a lie since you do have chemistry class next. 

You walk into the lab and find Bruce already sitting there, so you sit next to him since you're lab partners.

Bruce is already working on something, and when you sit he doesn't say much, he just nods to acknowledge your presence as he continues to work on whatever he’s doing.

He seems to notice that you look distracted as you put on your goggles and he says to you quietly. “You good?”

“Yeah, just Steve being a jackass.” You joke. Bruce knows as much as you how much Steve likes to joke and he knows you don't really think Steve is a jackass.

“Classic Steve.” He chuckles and nods before going back to working on your chemistry project.

He's pretty good at picking up when something is troubling you without you having to actually say it, though, so a few minutes later, he speaks up again.

“Are you sure that it was just Steve being a jackass?” He says in a genuinely concerned tone.

“I'm okay, Brucie.” You tell him with a smile, grateful for his concern but it's not needed right now. You shift the focus back to your project, helping him make progress.

He just gives you a smile when he realizes you don't want to talk about it but doesn’t push it. He knows that you will tell him when you feel like it. So, instead, he focuses back on the project too.

Half hour into working on the project, he turns to you and says. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what is it?” You ask a little distractedly while you keep my attention on your project with a small frown as you try to fix the formula in your notebook.

He sighs and looks down. “Well, you know how Steve likes to tease you a lot, right?”

“Yeah?” You say back, not sure where he's headed with this. “So what?”

“Well, I guess what I'm trying to ask you is…” He looks up to you again. “Do you think all those times he was teasing you, he was just being annoying or…” He trails off, not sure how to finish his question.

That finally catches your complete attention and you put down the beaker in your hand. “Or what? He likes me?” You ask incredulously as Bruce nods.

“Steve doesn't like me like that.” You say with no hesitation. “We dated for like a week back in freshman year and we both agreed it didn't work. He just teases and flirts because he's comfortable with me. I'm one of his best friends.” You say casually while picking the beaker back up and continuing to work on your project.

That's not exactly the reaction Bruce expected. “Wait… you dated?” He raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued as he looks at you with a curious grin.

“Yeah, it was before we had our friend group.” You say absentmindedly. “He was cute and all, so we went on a few dates and got along pretty well, but after one kiss we realized there weren't any romantic feelings there.”

That's actually how your friend group started: Steve introduced you to Bucky and Sam, then they joined the football team and you became a cheerleader where you met Nat and Wanda and you all just kind of started to hang out together. 

Then the guys got closer with some of the other football players on the team, so Thor, Scott, Tony and Clint added to the mix, Pietro too since he’s also Wanda’s brother. Loki joined you just because he was Thor’s brother, but you all ended up getting along, and you introduced Bruce to the group since you’ve been lab partners since Sophomore year. Then, lastly, Vision started hanging out with you when he started dating Wanda, but he’s not that much into ‘the friend group’ thing, as he once put it.

Bruce is silently surprised by the fact that Steve and you dated, his attention locked on you as he says, “So… I take it that you see Steve as nothing more than a friend? Even with all the flirting?”

“It doesn't bother me,” You shrug. “I know he doesn't mean it. And it helps him practice too, he used to be so shy around girls.” You point out before chuckling. 

“I mean, he still is around girls he likes, but, trust me, it used to be much worse.”

Bruce chuckles. He knows Steve can be shy, he can’t imagine him being even shyer. “Well, he certainly seems more comfortable flirting with girls and talking to girls he is interested in now.”

He then pauses for a moment, thinking about what you two just talked about before speaking up again. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Sure.” You say while you keep working on your project that he doesn’t seem to be as interested in today as he is in your love life.

He sighs for a moment, seemingly hesitating when he finally asks his question. “Have you ever thought about dating anyone from the group lately?”

Your face gets a pink hue and you try your best not to stutter, the question completely unexpected. 

“Uhm… Maybe.” You say cryptically, but making it clear that you don't really want to talk about it.

Bruce has no trouble reading your reaction and, with how close you two are, he is even more curious about it since you haven’t mentioned anything to him. “Can I ask who?”

You look at Bruce and sigh. He's always been a very good friend to you and you have no reason not to trust him. You know he would never tell anyone a secret, even your friends. 

“Well, maybe… Maybe lately I've been thinking about how cute Bucky is…” You say quietly, your eyes down on the formulas you're working on.

Bruce is surprised by your answer. The thought had certainly crossed his mind, but he didn't think that you would be interested in Bucky.

His expression changes to a smirk and you internally groan, immediately regretting saying anything. 

“Bucky, huh?” He teases you a bit more than he usually would, knowing that he can. “I would've thought that you would've been more interested in Tony.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Why does everybody keep saying that? We all know Tony's head over heels for Pepper, even if he'd never admit it.”

Bruce laughs at your comment. “Okay... let's forget that for a second.” He has a mischievous grin on his face, since he loves teasing you. Though, he always makes sure not to go over the line.

“So, what do you like about Bucky? Is it his eyes? The fact that he's handsome? His big muscles?” He's definitely doing his best to tease you right now.

“Okay, maybe you're the one with a crush.” You tease him back before actually taking a moment to think about the answer.

Bucky’s always been kind of a mystery, and maybe that’s part of the appeal, and he’s certainly hot, but… Truth is, the more you know him, the more you like what you discover about him.

“I know he seems like this hot, broody, intimidating football player,” You start quietly, looking at the beaker in your hands. “but when you get to know him, he's sweet and funny and caring and sensitive… He's a lot of things.” you finish, your mind filling with all the memories you have of Bucky, both with your friend group and those rare times it was just the two of you.

Bruce can't help but chuckle with a smirk on his face. “So, you definitely have a thing for Bucky then, huh?” He's enjoying this immensely, and he still has a smirk on his face as he decides to tease you a bit more.

“And here I thought that you would prefer someone more muscular, like Thor.” He can't help but grin mischievously when he says this. He's definitely enjoying this too much for your taste, so tease him right back.

“We both know Thor is more your type.” You say with a grin, knowing Bruce has had a crush on Thor since forever.

He raises an eyebrow, seeming surprised that you called him out like that. 

“Oh, so now I'm the one who has a crush on someone!” He chuckles. “Thor's not my type, thank you very much.”

He looks down and smiles, he can't really deny it and he knows you know it. “Besides, he's not one to date anyone, we both know that.”

“Maybe that's because no one he likes has tried to date him…” You say cryptically. 

You’re convinced Thor and Bruce are both crushing on each other, but they're both too chicken to actually do something about it. Maybe you should take matters into your own hands.

Bruce's eyes narrow for a second, as if he's suspicious of what you just said and he clears his throat. “Well, maybe no one has tried to date him because nobody would think that Thor would be interested in them, right? And who's to say that someone like you hasn't tried to flirt with Thor and got rejected by him?” Bruce tries to play it cool, but you can see right through him.

“Oh, trust me. A lot of girls like me have tried to flirt with Thor and got rejected. I guess they just weren't his type.” You say with a grin, enjoying the way Bruce is blushing at what you’re implying.

Bruce turns his head away completely, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by your words. He clears his throat before he lets out a small chuckle. “So, you're telling me that just because Thor rejected all those girls before, it means he’s just waiting for the right one?”

“Or maybe it's not about waiting for the right girl.” You try to drop a hint, but it seems like, as bright as Bruce is, he's not getting what you’re insinuating. Or he’s pretending not to.

“So, what do you think he's waiting for? The right guy then?” He chuckles, finding the whole idea funny. Especially since he has no clue that you're actually trying to play matchmaker, something he never suspected you would do, but the idea is already forming in your mind.

You shrug casually. “I don't know.” Is all you say but, before he can say anything else, your class is over. “I have engineering next. See you at lunch?” you ask Bruce since everyday your group of friends has lunch together.

He nods, still unsure about what to make out of your answer, though he decides to drop it for now. “Yup. See you at lunch.”

Bruce packs his things and heads out of the lab. He still has an hour before lunch and he's definitely still curious about what your answer meant and what you might have been implying. 

He can’t help but think, I can’t believe that idiot got into my head.

[averydrawscomics]

I'm an illustrator so I've seen lots of artists claim that art is what makes us human. And I'm like. I agree but aren't I biased? Doesn't every professional at the top of their field and life's work also claim that what they do is the secret or key that makes humans fundamentally different from other animals?

Film writers say writing and story telling makes us human, prop builders like Adam Savage say he Its because we use tools and tell stories. Anthropologists say it is because we make tools and live in social groups. I can imagine a veterinarian or a horse girl saying it is our ability to form social bonds with domesticated animals. Craftsmen like sewists, woodworkers, and fibre artists argue it is because of the specifically crafts based works developed over thousands of years without digital technology is the affirming of humanity. Psychologists say it is because we have the theory of mind and can self reflect, self actualize and grow. I agree- I think all of these factors are incredible. These are all things that i'm interested in, so i have to assume i'm *biased* to agree.

But i'm dumb fuck who knows shit all about math or organic chemistry.

So it feels fucked that up to now i didn't consider that mathematicians nerds may also consider their life work to also be the thing that makes us human. becuase of. idk abstract reasoning or our unique understanding of theoretical physics.

There are all these stories about how we as humans live for story telling, but story tellers are the ones who tell the story. Do mathematicians do like. Life affirming math?

[vanlegion]

After careful thought...

I am now convinced RVB is, in a nutshell at its core, two twenty year long dimetric slowburn romance tropes comprised of viewing each from the lens of 'I'd die for you/I'd live for you' while accounting for the repercussions of those choices on the lives of those around them while also examining at the same time the 'Inability to let go/ever start' and how it ultimately locks your mind in a perpetual state of 'What if?' without taking the risk of DOING all by asking the simple fucking question

Ever wonder why we're here?

[cloudysarts]

this is what the book of bill was about right

(og image under the cut)

[mueritos]

trying to be more accepting of the likelihood I am autistic, I feel ive been having this constant back and forth conversation with myself for the past 2 years about it. "you can go to school, be a therapist for people, run errands, win awards, and somehow fit 2 jobs into all of that" and I use that as proof that I am NOT autistic...however, realizing i lose an entire weekend for a trip? distress. fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night and leaves me trembling, crying, and forced to recover? oh boy i wonder why that happened. feeling confused and like i'm constantly missing something when people express themselves in class or in the workplace? hm, it's almost as if I struggle to not take their language literally.

i don't think i've ever been allowed to be "disabled" by whatever neurodivergency and its symptomology, like, ever. god speed any other neurodivergent children of immigrants, but i don't feel allowed to let any cluster of disturbances or schedule changes or social conundrums disable me. I mean, they can affect me privately, where I am forced to stim and cry and process all on my own. But unfortunately i cannot look like the misshapen freak I feel I am, or well, as least not appear so in a socially unacceptable way.

it's funny i carry so much shame. i am unmasking in ways i never thought i could. i am allowing myself to take things literally with people, and I am allowing myself to ask more questions. "what did you mean by that?" "why did you use that word to describe that?" "can you rephrase that?" it's funnier that I am at such a queer and neurodiverse internship; nearly all of the other clinical staff have some sort of diagnosis (usually adhd/ocd/with flavors of trauma), and we all serve a population of the queerest and most neurodiverse students. i feel SO happy when I see a student and they refuse to make eye contact with me, because I take it as an invitation to NOT look them in the eye too! i tell students during our sessions feel free to stim, here's a weighted plushie you can hold, sit where you like, would you like to pace, should I dim the lights? it is even funnier that i am a neurodivergent clinician working with neurodivergent people, and half the time I dont even follow the same advice I give my clients!

i worry about what my life will look like when i've graduated. my master's will say, "hey, this guy is a clinical social worker and is now ready to be your therapist! or caseworker! whatever they have you people do nowadays!" and I don't think i feel ready to enter any workforce. how on earth will i manage my life and wellbeing doing this 40 hours a week? like wtf? ugh.

i dunno. these r just rambles and perhaps im just seeking some sort of comfort from other autistic people, especially because it feels like i have very few autistic people in my life. i know a lot of the validation i seek will be "resolved" if i seek out an official diagnosis, but I don't have time or $ for that. nor do I think I want one for a number of reasons. I should just continue working on my own self-esteem when it comes to most likely being autistic.

oh well

[shannonsketches]

Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,

Anime:

GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)

VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!

Manga:

GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[utilitycaster]

I really do dunk on villain stans a lot but the thing is like. I genuinely do not care on any sort of moral level if you love a villain, or villains generally. They are pretend. The murder and the war crimes aren't real. Do whatever.

The issue is that like, this is a person the narrative is telling you to root against, and that it's okay because they are pretend. That doesn't mean they can't have sympathetic qualities but it does mean that as a rule the story is telling you "hey, here are the heroes who oppose this person, cheer for them" and also "you should boo and hiss when this motherfucker comes on stage" and a lot of people who like villains will look at everyone else and go "why the FUCK are you booing and hissing don't you see they have TRAUMA" instead of acknowledging the big "TIME TO BOO AND HISS" signs being thrown out by the story and saying "bring it on."

And I suppose you can argue that this is an overly simplistic way of looking at it, but if we're dealing with a story with at least some reasonably clearly delineated heroes and villains you're not intelligent for trying to pretend it's more complicated than it is. I'm not talking about the gray areas of antagonist who could be persuaded otherwise, nor antihero but straight up "this is the bad guy, we all but have arrows pointing at them saying it". Like, really, a lot of people who stan villains don't seem to do it for the love of the game, which I would respect, but because of a sour grapes situation with the heroes, or because they're in their edgy "subversion automatically means you're the smarter one" phase.

Anyway my point is I don't care if you woobify a villain for any sort of moral reasons but I do think that if you do so, you're a coward and not terribly good at understanding stories. I also don't care from any sort of moral standpoint if you enthusiastically cheer on the villain, but if you act confused or mad that most people aren't with you on that, I think you're an idiot and not terribly good at understanding stories.