#Im just admiting it. its something im trying to work on

[bbgsaja]

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summary - Gwi-Ma is sealed away for good, you reassure Baby his claws are not evil, and now you can all relax. Your definition of that includes having the Saja Boys perform their 'Your Idol' song for you girls, since they never got to use it warnings - none a/n - im so sad this series is coming to an end and im actually not ready to say goodbye yet, so there's a poll at the end for you guys to help me decide what to do next 💙 part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven • part eight • part nine • part ten

"Stay there."

"But-"

"No."

A low growl made you freeze, and you sighed and slumped back against the pillows. Wincing when the movement put pressure on your wounded waist.

Baby's eye twitched.

"And you wanted to get up?"

"I'm not incapacitated!"

He brought your food to the bed, sitting down on the edge before holding it out to you. You reached forward to take it, only for him to pull it back out of your reach again.

"Baby!" You protested.

"See? Your reflexes are slower," he grinned, holding the food further away. "Come on, ask for help. Say please."

"You did that to prove a point?" You huffed, then sighed when he raised an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. Please feed me, my handsome and amazing boyfriend. You're so kind."

Baby's grin softened into a warm smile as he brought the food close again, setting it down between the two of you. He started to feed you slowly, with the utmost care and gentleness, and it made your heart skip a beat. He even wiped away the mess around your mouth affectionately, not making a face of disgust like you would have thought.

"Jinu said girls like this," he admitted quietly, and you almost didn't hear him.

You smiled.

When you finally had enough strength to get out of bed, he let you. But he didn't let go completely. He didn't grab you, didn't hold you, didn't guide you. He just hovered, tending silently to your every need and want. Making sure you were truly okay.

Days passed, and you were finally able to take off the bandages. Sleep came easier then, but one night you woke up to a strange feeling.

Baby was awake, and he was concentrating on something. He was in full demon form, eyeing your waist as he slowly reached out with a clawed hand. He hesitated just as he was about to touch your waist, pulling his hand back.

You didn't say anything.

His next attempt was closer. The tips of his claws grazed your skin, and just when you thought he made headway, he yanked his hand back like he'd been burned.

Still, you let him work through it at his own pace.

The third try was better. His hand fully rested on your waist, his claws tickling your skin. You shivered, and he started to pull away, but you grabbed his wrist.

"Don't," you whispered. "It feels nice."

His breath caught in his throat, "What?"

"I like it," you repeated, blinking away sleep. "I like the feeling of your hands on me, claws and all. It makes me feel...safe."

His jaw dropped slightly. Like he couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. But then he smiled, and reached out once more. Clawed hand closing around your waist, squeezing gently. And when you didn't flinch, when you just smiled even more, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

"You're not flinching."

You smiled, "No. Because those are my claws."

His throat constricted, "Your claws...?"

"Yeah, mine," you shifted your whole body, laying on your side so you were face-to-face. "Mine because they belong to the person I love the most in the world. The person who makes me feel safe, like I will never be hurt again."

Baby let out something like a whimper, blinking furiously.

You smiled softly, "Baby, I trust you. You'd never hurt me. Those claws will always be beautiful to me, and will never remind me of what happened because they're different. They're mine."

He leaned in and kissed you, clawed hand finding its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. He kissed you deeply, yet slowly and sweetly. It was passionate, but at the same soft and tender and gentle, making your heart race but also bringing back butterflies.

"I don't kiss you enough," you joked breathlessly, foreheads connected. "I'm a stupid, stupid girl."

"Yep," he agreed with a playful smile. "Stupid, indeed. I've been deprived, and now I'm starved."

You laughed and smacked his arm lightly, playfully.

In the morning, you met everyone else in the kitchen for breakfast when Rumi came running in holding a book high over her head. Jinu followed, arms outstretched.

"Guys, guys, look!" She grinned, "They wrote another song!"

"Wait, no!" Jinu's face went red. "Don't show them!"

"I already saw," you laughed, continuing to eat your breakfast as Baby nuzzled his face against the warm skin of your neck. Purring like a happy little kitten.

"What?" Jinu stopped chasing his girlfriend, looking at you.

"Yeah, you had it open on the coffee table last week," you shrugged. "It sounds good."

"Yes!" Rumi agreed, shoving the lyrics in Mira's and Zoey's faces.

Jinu sighed, burying his face in his hands.

"Woah, this is good!" Zoey exclaimed.

"Impressive," Mira agreed. "Very interesting lyrics. Hardcore."

Jinu groaned.

"Want a private performance?" Romance winked at her, leaning in.

She sprayed him with bottle, "Bad Romance. Behave!"

He hissed, covering his face, "Not like that! I meant the song!"

"I never know with you."

You laughed, wrapping your arm around your boyfriend. Carding your fingers through his teal hair earned you even more purring and a featherlight kiss to your shoulder.

"Actually, maybe they should perform it," you agreed. "I'd love to see it. In a non-soul-stealing way."

Baby's head shot up from your shoulder, and he grinned deviously, "You wanna hear it?" 

A few hours later, the boys came out of their rooms - yes, you'd finally given them rooms in the Huntrix building - in full demon forms. Depressing black robes and everything.

Your jaw dropped, "It took you guys so long to change into that??"

"Hey, we weren't exactly expecting to be doing an impromptu performance!"

"At this rate it's not impromptu," Mira deadpanned.

"Okay, okay, whatever," Rumi waved your comments off. "Let's see!"

You leaned back on the couch, eyebrow raised. Right up until the moment Abby started the song, and your jaw dropped. Not only were the words captivating from the start, but their movements were hypnotic.

"Keeping you in check, keeping you obsessed~"

"That was hotter than all of his 'look at my abs' moments," Mira's voice trembled slightly from beside you.

"I'll love you more when it all burns down~"

Zoey leaned forward in her seat as Mystery sang the next verse, entranced by both his words and how smoothly and effortlessly he moved.

"I'm the only one who'll love your sins~"

Rumi's face went red when she heard Jinu's words, biting her lip to keep from giggling like the cute fangirl she was.

And Baby...

"Oh. My. God." Was all you could manage.

"Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral~"

You were floored.

And the way he ran his hand down his face...was the dizziness from the rush of the song or from the insanely attractive performance he was putting on?

"Living in your mind now, too late cause you're mine now~"

You leaned forward as well, mouth agape, eyes wide. Adoration, admiration, awe, and a twisted fascination filled you as they sung their most dangerous song yet.

Your eyes, and the other girls' eyes, all followed the boys' every movement. It was mesmerising, enchanting, and alluring in every way, every lyric striking a chord deep within you.

How would you have survived such a song if they stayed evil?

"So...what did you girls think?"

You blinked, seeing the Saja Boys grinning and smirking like they knew what you girls were thinking. Mira cleared her throat and mumbled something, Zoey squealed and hugged Mystery and gushed about his part, and Rumi stammered something about not knowing what to say.

"I need some water," you got up, eyes wide, turning to go.

"Liked it that much, hmm?" Baby's cocky voice filled your ears as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You shivered, "I liked it way too much. You would have had my soul if you had went through with your original plan, and that scares me."

He chuckled, kissing your shoulder again, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I will pass out if you rap your part again, though."

"Is that a challenge?" He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. He opened his mouth to start, but you slapped a hand over it.

"No!" Your face burned.

He laughed, a real and genuine laugh, before spinning you around and kissing you deeply.

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[y4-mama]

Nice Try, Kent

David!Superman X Reader

Summary: You’re the only one in the newsroom who isn’t fooled by Clark Kent’s glasses — and you’re tired of pretending. A late-night confrontation turns into something a lot more complicated when your favorite frenemy stops hiding.

Content: romantic tension, workplace banter, mentions of fire/rescue situations, light peril (off-screen), enemies to lovers.

W/C: 1.09k

A/N: @foreverchangingmind asked for this under the David Corenswet and I’m not sure if anybody did it So I took it upon myself to write one (“Can someone write a one-shot/fanfic of an frenemies to lovers of David corenswets superman x y/n/reader/oc where they both work in the newsroom and y/n knows clark is superman like how in the sense of the glasses ain't fooling no one? (They are but not y/n) like I get the whole thing behind the glasses but every time I think about it im like "COME ON PEOPLE! HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL!?" and its sort of a "I know you are, I cant prove it, but I KNOW IT!")

You know how people say love is blind?

You’re starting to think everyone in this newsroom is willfully blind.

Because Clark Kent walks in every morning looking like he stepped off the cover of GQ: Superhero Edition, and somehow, people just squint at his glasses and decide, “Nope, definitely not Superman.”

As if the glasses are some kind of invisibility cloak.

As if the 6’4”, broad-shouldered, square-jawed farm boy who types like his keyboard owes him money isn’t the same man who literally flies across the skyline on a daily basis.

And it drives you insane.

He walks past your desk exactly three minutes after you arrived, late, again, with that same sheepish smile and the faintest smell of smoke clinging to him like static. His tie is crooked. His shirt looks like it was thrown on in a hurry. And there’s that telltale smudge of ash near his collarbone, just beneath the loosened top button.

You look up from your half-dead laptop and raise your mug. “Morning, Kent.”

He offers you a small wave and a charming grin, as though he didn’t just sprint in from some mid-air rescue mission.

“Morning, Y/N. You’re early.”

“You’re late,” you say flatly. “What happened? Did Metropolis need saving, or did you just oversleep?”

He pauses, just for a second. Not long enough for anyone else to notice.

But you do.

“I had to pick up coffee,” he says, lifting the offending cup as if that explains everything. “You know, for normal human reasons.”

You stare at him. Then at the cup. Then back at him.

“Uh-huh. Because all 6’4 of you totally just blends in at the local café.” That bashful smile again. The one everyone else swoons over. The one you’ve started to associate with deflection.

“You think I’m 6’4?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Kent. You hover.”

He laughs under his breath and keeps walking toward his desk, papers rustling as he passes. You sip your coffee and glare at the back of his head like it personally offended you.

This man. This obvious, frustrating, incredibly infuriating man.

——

You’ve worked with Clark for almost two years.

Two years of "coincidentally" disappearing just before Superman shows up. Two years of returning to the office with smoke in his hair and dirt under his fingernails, shrugging it off like he tripped on the sidewalk. Two years of mysteriously accurate quotes from the Man of Steel and exclusive insight no one else seems to question.

You’ve tried calling him out. Casually, at first. Then directly.

But he never admits it. Never even breaks character. He’s maddeningly good at playing dumb, and the rest of the office seems determined to stay dumb with him.

But not you.

You see the way his whole body tenses when a siren wails outside. How his eyes flick skyward every time a chopper flies overhead. You see the way he knows, before the breaking news alert, before the scanners, even before the cops do, when something’s wrong.

It’s not that you can prove it. But you know.

And you hate that he won’t just say it. Won’t just admit it, especially to you.

——

Tonight, the bullpen is nearly silent.

The storm outside is painting the windows with streaks of silver, the lights inside buzzing faintly overhead. Everyone else cleared out after deadline, but you stayed behind to polish a feature. Clark, of course, is still here too. Typing away like he doesn’t already have three articles queued for morning release.

You glance up from your screen, instinct prickling.

He’s staring out the window. Stock still. Brows slightly furrowed. You know that look. That ‘there’s trouble brewing’ look.

You speak before you think.

“You’re not gonna make it out of here without making it obvious.”

He doesn’t turn.

“What?”

You shut your laptop with a soft click. “There’s a fire in Midtown. Just broke out. I can tell by your face.”

He blinks. “I’m just concerned. As a citizen.”

“Oh my God.” You sit back in your chair, exasperated. “Clark. You are the worst liar I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not lying,” he insists, glancing at you over his glasses.

“You are literally tucking your tie into your shirt right now like you’re about to rip it off and fly out the window.”

He flushes and quickly straightens the tie. “Coincidence.”

You rise from your seat and cross to his desk, pointing at his collar. “There’s ash on you.”

He pulls back slightly. “I walked past a dumpster fire.”

“You walked in it.”

“Y/N…”

“Do you own normal undershirts?” you ask, stepping in closer. “Or is it always the blue spandex?”

Something in his face changes. He straightens. Not nervously, not defensively. Just stops pretending. His expression shifts into something quiet. Something unreadable.

“Why are you so obsessed with this?” he asks, voice low.

“Because no one else sees it!” you snap. “And it makes me feel like I’m going insane. Like I’m in the middle of reading a loved comic book and everyone else switches up and reads a different issue!”

He watches you carefully. The mask is off now. Not fully, but cracked enough for you to see him underneath. Not Kent. Not Superman.

Clark.

“Maybe they don’t see it because they don’t want to,” he says. “Because if they did… if they really looked… they’d be scared. Or worse, they’d stop seeing me at all.”

His voice is so quiet, it nearly gets lost under the thunder rumbling outside.

You take a step forward. The moment stretches.

“…I see you,” you say, voice softer than before. Honest.

Something flickers in his eyes. Like relief. Like fear.

“Are you scared?” He asks.

“No,” you say, breath catching. “I’m pissed that you think you have to hide it from me.” For a second, neither of you move.

Then he leans in, just slightly, just enough that you feel the air shift. “You gonna write about it?”

“Not unless you piss me off,” you whisper. And then. finally. You kiss him.

It’s not a firestorm or lightning strike. It’s slow. Warm. Familiar. Like something inevitable finally falling into place.

His lips are soft and careful at first, until he realizes you’re not pulling away. Then he kisses you like he means it. Like he’s wanted to for a long time.

You pull back just a bit, breathless. “Still think the glasses are fooling anyone?”

“Just you, apparently.”

You grin.

“Oh, Clark,” you murmur, brushing your nose against his, “you never fooled me.”

A/N: I hope this meets ur expectations, and I don’t know if you watched the movie (not a spoiler don’t worry) but there’s a theory that he has hypnotic glasses. Also did anyone peep the Lo’ak and Tsireya reference I made from Avatar: The way of Water #lovethatmovie

[the-exiled-comic]

You're Starclan's strongest soldier for leaving comments on most of your work. People are so weird (and rude tbh) about how they comment on this comic. I always see stuff like people wishing your characters harm, and even wishing some characters death. Or even just commenting callously on complex characters or arcs, as if you're obligated to make every cat a "good person."

I'm not articulating my thoughts well, but it's just really disappointing to see comments that are so shallow and antagonistic, especially when there's so much character development to enjoy and discuss instead. I think there are so many unique characters in this comic, including characters who have serious flaws and do bad things. That makes them and their place in the narrative interesting! It means I can be angry, or frustrated, or saddened by their actions and outcomes, and that's so cool! That's just good storywriting! Anyway thank you for writing really unique characters that make me feel things. I look forward to how they will continue to make this story more and more interesting!

yeah i feel like i have beat the dead horse (that isn't dead until people remember the point of book reports in school) by talking about it so much, and i don't want to be the creator who's always lamenting about their audience. it just feels negative and reductive. but. commenting... it is a thing that i really wish people would try to think more about.

stuff like bad faith takes, commenting without reading, trying to subvert where the narrative is going/being contrarian, etc, etc. it just hurts not only the author of the comic but also the other authors who see those comments and get discouraged about their own work. the people who see that the readers can't understand a complicated dilemma, and decide to dumb theirs down so that it's easily understood and that they don't receive backlash for being controversial

no one wants stories like that. no one wants more bland "oh gosh im so sorry i hurt you with my feelings, generational trauma is so hard but im glad everything is all better now!" modern disney stories that can't tell anything but a basic "maybe no ones really bad... let's be friends and fix it together with forgiveness" moral.

if you want more good stories you have to know how to see one and you gotta trust the passionate people trying to make them. not saying the exiled is top tier, it's really flawed in its own way. but there are sooooo many wonderful webcomics with complex narratives and messaging that makes you think and feel. that are greeted with "the character did a bad and its not woke??" and it makes me sad, because you gotta be kidding me. be real with yourself. admit when you see flawed, dirty, emotive characters who screw up, that you feel something way more than you do the ones that do everything right the first time and never struggle.

[princessaffirms]

hiii! ♡ im new to ur blog and i was wondering how did you start believing in loa and manifesting? was it easy for you to start believing in everything?

do you have advice for someone like me who wants to start affirming and manifesting, but doesn’t even know where to start… its a little hard for me since i struggle a bit with my adhd and lack of motivation. i will admit that i’m lazy when it comes to manifesting. sorry if you’ve answered something similar to this already!!

could i be (🍮🎀) or (🐰🎀) anon pls?

🎀✨ HOW TO manifest with ADHD ₊˚⊹♡

a collection of ADHD-friendly suggestions/tips for my neurodivergent angels <3 (from someone also diagnosed with it!)

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BAEE omg fellow adhd-er!! <3 🥹 i’ve definitely had moments earlier in my journey where i’ve been skeptical and needed a break away from it all, only to come back to it later from a more grounded perspective!

now that u mention it, i’d love make this an official series focusing on bpd/adhd (as i’m diagnosed with both) friendly shifting/manifestation tips! 🤍✨ but for now, here are some suggestions that worked for me when i struggled with executive dysfunction due to adhd:

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✨ ADHD-FRIENDLY manifestation SUGGESTIONS/TIPS:

💭 start SMALL → think or whisper affirmations in your head while doing simple tasks that don’t require much narrative thought (so maybe not studying/journalling). instead, try affirming while performing tasks that feel like muscle memory: walking, brushing teeth, scrolling, etc.

⏰ set TIMERS/ALARM reminders -> set alarms periodically throughout the day, especially during times you know tend to be more free (ex. after you wake up, before you go to bed) that gently remind you to affirm for X mins! start a timer and affirm for a set amount of time (ex. 5 mins) to saturate your mind with the affirmations and realign your internal narrative, then just go along with your day!!

🌷 focus on 1-3 DESIRES at a time -> pick 1-3 desires to specifically affirm for instead of overwhelming yourself with 28848383 things!!

☂️ use UMBRELLA AFFIRMATIONS -> use affirmations that encompass all the things you want to manifest right now (ex. general beauty affirmations that imply you have glowy skin, long lashes, and your desired appearance instead of affirming for each thing separately!) your subconscious will understand your desires, even if you don’t explicitly affirm for every specific aspect!

☁️ READ a written script of affirmations -> try this instead of manually recalling affirmations from your memory every time!! write out your affirmations with different sections to keep it organized, then just read from them! takes a lot of mental/cognitive load off your shoulders!

🎧 listen to AFFIRMATION TAPES/SUBLIMINALS while multitasking -> normalize your desires to your conscious mind (affirmation tapes) + reprogram your subconscious (subliminals) <3

📝 stick to 1 AFFIRMATION -> pick 1 affirmation you really like and just repeat that one whenever you remember!

🌙 LOOP affirmations while you SLEEP -> there are 8hr ones with nature sounds on youtube (SAMMA SUBS is my fave channel for this) + you can make your own!)

📱 put AFFIRMATIONS in your LOCKSCREEN or device WIDGETS -> so even just checking your phone reinforces your beliefs!!

🎶 ANCHOR your desires to MUSIC -> pick a song that makes you feel powerful and mentally associate it w/ your desires!

🤖 try “ROBOTIC AFFIRMING” → just repeat it monotone and tired if that’s all you can do in the moment. loop it over and over until it’s almost background noise, until it’s NORMAL.

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you’re not lazy. your nervous system just has different needs, and that’s perfectly valid. your dream life is still fully yours. 🥹🫶

love and light always 🎀✨ - princess

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[ta3mint]

okok i LOVEDDD blush, now i need a part 2 of the reader and minho walking back to the dorms after leaving the party ofc y/n is still pretty out of it from the alcohol and the whole walk back y/n is being very giddy and flirty bc they both just confessed their feelings to each other so she’s giving him praises and being very h word towards him (bc lowkey i be like that too when im drunk and sometimes when you’re drunk people just seem a lot more attractive) minho is a lil taken a back but loving every second of it, once they reach the dorms y/n has now sobered up a bit, she remembers the confession, but doesn’t remember anything else she said/did (doesn’t really recall making out with him either) after that and minho is teasing her about it they end up finishing what they started at the party, but decide to go a little further 👀. i also just wanna see domesticated lee know taking care of y/n to feed my acts of service love language

Blush (Part 2)

Contains: sequel to Part 1, university au Minho x female reader smut

Warnings: minors do not interact!!, Mentions of alcohol/being drunk, cursing, vague mentions of nausea, Minho being a possessive little shit, teasing, kind of dom Minho but not too crazy (still a consent king), use of the word slut, fingering, unprotected piv sex (don't do this!!)

Word Count: 6,000

Author's note: okay okay, I tweaked the order of events just a bit because I like the way it ended up flowing <3 I hope it's what you're looking for and that you like it!! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you know where to find me.

Despite Minho offering several times to get someone to drive you back to your dorm, you declined each time. Something told you that being in a car right now would only make your stomach churn even more than it already was, now that the alcohol was trying to work its way out of your system.

Minho reluctantly continued walking you back to your dorm, supporting your weight as much as he could when you were walking more slowly with each step you took.

You groaned suddenly and Minho froze in concern.

"Maybe we should sit down on the sidewalk for a second, (Y/N)."

He didn't let you agree or disagree with him, and instead settled you down on the nearest part of the sidewalk before sitting down beside you.

You had to admit, not moving felt great for the time being. Some of your mental clarity had started to come back, and some of it...had not. You couldn't remember exactly what had happened at the party a little while ago besides the confession, but you knew that you were grateful for Minho to be here taking care of you.

The more you thought about it and thought about him...the more wild your imagination began to be. And the more you imagined, the more came out of your big mouth.

"Minho, thank you for taking care of me," you giggled, leaning over onto his shoulder for support. You reached out your hand and placed it on his thigh closest to you, squeezing it hard in your drunken, maybe slightly turned on state. "I've always wanted to feel these," you finished in a whisper.

Minho watched where your hand landed on his thigh and he swallowed hard.

You couldn't help but notice the sheen of sweat on his skin, likely brought on by him basically supporting your entire body weight on this long walk back to your dorm room. The way his chest rose and fell, the way his breath fanned across the top of your head...it was driving you crazy.

"Are you just saying that?" Minho asked you quietly, the slightest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

You shook your head almost violently.

"No, no. I mean it," you whispered, sitting up slightly so that you could see his face better. "You are beautiful, every part of you. I've always thought so."

Minho gave in to his urge to smile before he stood up. He reached out a hand to you to help you up, and you returned his smile as a ''thank you''.

"Come on, then. You can tell me more about it once we get to your room."

~

Thankfully, you were almost there. You could see your building now, at least. But sitting down for a few minutes had really helped. You felt more steady while walking this time around, and your thoughts weren't as clouded.

Minho got to the bottom of the steps that led up to the second floor where your room was at. You were trailing behind just a bit, but not too much. Once you closed the gap, Minho glanced between where you stood and the top of the stairs a few times.

"I don't know if you walking up the steps right now is a good idea," Minho said, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Oh, please. I'll be fine!"

You brushed past him and put one foot on the first step. Looking at all the steps after that one though...

"Okay," you sighed in defeat, "Maybe not."

Minho chuckled. "Like I said..."

"What are we supposed to do then? The elevator has been broken for days, Minho."

He looked up the stairs once more and then back at you, a mischievous glint forming in his eyes. He then pondered his next words carefully.

"You said you like it when I take care of you?"

You nodded slowly, not sure exactly where this was going.

Minho put a hand on your shoulder, sending what felt like electric currents through your body. You sharply drew in a breath as he leaned in close to your ear, like he wanted only you to hear what he was about to say.

"Then be a good girl and let me carry you to your room."

The hallway around you started spinning. Whether it was the last bit of the alcohol or his words...you weren't sure.

"Okay," you whispered in return.

Minho bent over slightly and placed one arm under the back of your legs and the other behind your shoulders. With surprising ease, he swept you up into his arms and glanced down at you.

"This okay?"

"Mmhmm," was all you could manage.

"Good," he breathed out with a smile.

You couldn't look anywhere else other than at his face while he carried you up the steps. His smile alone was enough to make you melt, and it always had been. But he looked so gorgeous from the side like this, you felt as if you were studying him like a textbook. Had he always looked this good?

Who were you kidding, of course he had.

Minho could feel you staring and despite knowing better, he couldn't help but eat it up.

"See something you like, (Y/N)?"

Heat crept up from your neck into your cheeks, and that was what it took for you to finally blink after staring for so long.

"Sorry, I can't help it. I've looked at you from what felt like far away for so long...it's nice to finally be able to see you up close."

"The feeling is mutual."

Minho glanced down at your lips and back up at your eyes, so quickly you weren't sure if you had imagined it or not. But now you were at your door, and he was setting you down.

You rummaged in your bag and got your key out to unlock your door. It creaked open, and you stepped inside, Minho standing behind you almost timidly compared to how he had acted a few moments ago.

"You can come in, you know."

Minho blinked a few times and stepped in after you, looking around your living room.

It still looked just like you had left it. Clothes everywhere from trying to decide what to wear and accessories strewn about on random surfaces. But this was where you normally got ready since you had a better mirror in here compared to the one in your bedroom.

"Sorry for the mess...getting dressed for the party was stressful."

You tugged at the bottom of your skirt, suddenly hyper aware of how short it actually was. Minho followed your movements, before clearing his throat and turning around.

"Let's get you something to eat and drink that isn't alcohol."

As soon as he finished speaking, your stomach grumbled.

"Yeah, I'm starving. And I feel a lot better now," you said as you flopped onto your small couch by the door.

"Good," Minho said earnestly.

You watched as he dug around your small kitchen cabinets. He was wearing a loose hoodie with a white tank top underneath. This was the first time that you noticed how built he actually was. Lean, taut muscles pulling against the fitted white fabric of his tank top, covered up every few seconds by his hoodie when it shifted as he moved. The silver necklace he wore swayed and bounced against his perfectly defined chest. Not too big and not too obvious. It was like a secret he kept, and you were just now hearing it for the first time.

"Are these okay?" Minho asked, holding up two packs of instant noodles.

His words cut your thoughts short, and you gave him a thumbs up, not trusting your mouth right now.

Minho turned to get some water for the noodles and you decided you needed to look at something else. Like literally anything else, for right now.

You pulled out your phone and instantly saw how many messages were in the group chat with you and the guys.

Felix had sent that video only minutes after you left the party, and the guys were letting you have it.

"Finally, it was getting painful."

"Geez, Minho, didn't know you had it in you."

"It should've been me!!"

Okay, so maybe your phone was something you didn't need to look at right now either. But you couldn't remember exactly what happened in the video Felix took. So, against your better judgement, you clicked on it.

Your cheeks were on fire as you watched yourself grab at Minho and him eventually kissing you.

Felix was struggling to not make any noise, and you could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"What are you looking at?" Minho asked, coming over to sit next to you with two bowls of noodles and two bottles of water.

"Did I...uhh...on the bench...did we?"

Minho snickered, setting the bowls down to cool off.

"You practically begged me to."

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as it all came crashing back to you. The plan you made, getting Felix to help you...all of it.

"That isn't how I really wanted our first kiss to go..." you trailed off, reaching for your noodles that were still slightly too hot. "I was just so nervous. I thought alcohol was the answer."

Minho listened to you speak, a genuine expression on his face. But he didn't interrupt.

"I hope you don't think differently of me."

He shook his head, reaching out to brush some hair out of your face.

"Never. I was nervous too. Now, eat your noodles, and let's relax, okay?"

The two of you ate silently, the only sounds in the room being your forks hitting the sides of your bowls. Finally eating something was definitely what you needed, and you were becoming your usual self.

But...

Your thoughts started wandering again. This definitely wasn't the alcohol anymore, this was just you. Finally giving into the fact that you and your best friend had confessed to each other, and you were sitting right next to him in a different context than before.

Something caught you off guard as you ate the last bite of noodles, however.

During the course of your thoughts wandering, Minho had removed his hoodie and threw it on the back of the couch behind him. Now he was sitting beside you in just the white tank top and his tight black pants.

You nearly choked on the last bite when you realized, and Minho almost jumped out of his skin.

"First day eating, too? Shit, you scared me," he grumbled as he clapped you gently on the back.

The choking had subsided, but tears had formed in your eyes in the meantime from how hard you had been coughing.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," you stuttered, wiping your eyes forcefully. "Just warn me next time you start stripping in my room. You're lucky I don't have roommates."

Minho scoffed. "You call this stripping? I only took off my hoodie because the noodles made me hot. Look at you, talking about stripping. Your ass has been hanging out of that skirt all night."

You froze, an icy wave of surprise taking over your body. These words were in stark contrast to the ones from before, when the both of you had been talking about how nervous you were. But it only took a second to recuperate, and you decided to have some fun with him. The way he looked, the way he sounded, the way he talked...it had been driving you wild since you started walking back to the dorms, drunk or not. You wanted to finish what you started.

"How would you know? Had you been looking?"

Now it was Minho's turns to be caught off guard, his ears turning a deep crimson.

"Don't play dumb. How could I not have looked? A few hours ago, I had what I thought was an unrequited crush on you. I had to stare in secret. Now, I can stare as obviously as I want." Minho threw his arm lazily over your shoulders before continuing. "Unless you don't want me to."

He gave you a quick side eye and instantly laughed when he saw you open and close your mouth several times, not being able to make words come out. Looks like he was better at playing with you than you were at playing with him.

"You are my girlfriend now, right? Isn't that what this is?"

You shot to your feet without thinking, Minho's arm falling to his side on the couch.

"I...I'm going to the bathroom!"

Minho called out to you in concern, but you ignored him. Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest and you needed a minute.

You all but ran to your bathroom, shutting the door behind you in a hurry. Then you made the mistake of glancing at yourself in the mirror.

Your hair and makeup were a mess, but your clothes looked okay. Your skin was flushed and slightly shiny from what you could safely assume was a layer of nervous sweat. It looked like you but also...didn't.

You decided to fix your hair and take off all your makeup, since it was ruined anyway. This alone helped you feel cleaner and more put together. You couldn't believe that this version of you was what Minho had been looking at for the last little while. It made you cringe. Just for the sake of feeling even more like yourself, you also decided to quickly brush your teeth.

You made your way back to the couch, but Minho was no longer there. You sat down and watched as he rinsed out both of your bowls and placed them in the sink. His arms were another dirty little secret he had been keeping, perfectly sized muscles flexing as he worked in the dim light of your kitchen.

You could't help but imagine what they would look like wrapped around you, holding you close as-

"Hey, there you are." Minho was walking back over to where you had sat back down on the couch. "Feel okay?"

The way he was flipping back and forth between teasing you and being concerned for you was enough to make your head start spinning again.

"Oh, yeah, I just wanted to freshen up. I felt gross."

Minho hummed and knelt in front of you, giving your ankle a quick poke.

"You still have these heels on. Do you want them off?"

You gulped, looking down at him as he made eye contact with you from below. He looked almost ethereal now, the way his eyes glistened and his brows knit together, waiting on you to answer him so he knew what he had permission to do.

"Please," you all but squeaked.

Minho laughed quietly.

"So you like being taken care of and teased huh? I'll remember that."

You watched as he undid the first heel, seemingly getting the hang of all the straps pretty quickly. Using one hand to pull the shoe off, he used the other to grip your heel in order to keep you balanced. Then he repeated the same thing for the other shoe.

"Feels better, right?"

You managed an "mhmm" as you stared at where his hand still gripped your left heel, even though the shoes were long gone.

"I can't decide," Minho said suddenly.

You tilted your head to the side in confusion, not sure what he was referring to.

"I can't decide if I should be polite, or..." he whispered, dragging his hand from your heel to your knee, and then finally to your exposed upper thigh, "If I should let you know just how crazy you've been making me this entire time. All your little comments and the way I obviously make you feel...I've already slipped up a few times tonight. But here we are. And I never thought we would be here. It's enough to make me wanna lose any control I have left."

Your breath caught in your throat and your heart sped up again, so much so that you could hear it beating in your ears.

"I've been in love with you for years, (Y/N). I have dreamed of being this close to you, of being able to touch you like this," he continued, fiddling with the edge of your skirt on your thigh, "But I also try my best to be a gentleman. The kind of man you would want for a long, long time."

The room suddenly felt heavy and oh, so hot.

"So, now that you are feeling more like yourself and can give me honest answers, I just can't help but be tempted..." He stood slowly, placing his other hand on your right thigh.

Now that both of his hands were on you, gripping you tightly as he leaned over you on the couch, you felt as though you were short circuiting.

But it ended as soon as it started.

Minho let go of you suddenly with a groan and reached for his hoodie.

"I should go now," he said, as if the past five minutes didn't happen. "It's getting really late. And you need to sleep."

He turned back around and placed a quick kiss on the top of your head. You barely registered anything that was going on. You were completely stunned after having been thrown into a complete 360. The almost shy, sarcastic boy you had been crushing on for years had a completely different side to him that you had never seen.

You wanted to see more.

"Text me in the morning, okay?"

Minho started walking towards the door, but your hand was on his wrist the second he turned away. He stumbled a bit and looked back at you in confusion.

"Stay," you whispered, almost inaudibly. "Please."

"Why?"

Your head was spinning, your thoughts bouncing off of each other and then disappearing before you could say anything that made sense. All you knew was that you didn't want him to leave. You wanted him to stay and above all...you wanted to feel him touch you again.

"Why, (Y/N)?" Minho repeated.

You swallowed hard.

"Because, I..."

Minho watched as you struggled to decide what to say. He couldn't help but be amused with the way he made you feel.

"I want you to kiss me again. But for real this time. I want to remember it."

Minho paused for a few seconds. You stood up from the couch to be closer to him, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He couldn't help but stare at the way your breasts pushed against the fabric of your low cut top.

"I'm your girlfriend, right? Isn't that what you said? I want you to kiss me."

That was all it took for Minho to fall apart completely.

He dropped his hoodie on the floor, not caring where it landed. Then he grabbed your face forcefully and his lips crashed into yours.

This kiss was beyond different from the one you shared on the bench at the party. That one had been fueled by giddy nerves and cheap alcohol. This one was laced with something deeper, something more primal. Minho kissed you hard...telling you things that he didn't need to say with words. At least, not yet.

At first, you had frozen. But once you registered what was going on, your entire body melted into him. His hands fell from your face to your hips, which he then used to turn you around so that you were backed up against the nearest wall. He was gentle, yet firm, so as not to hit your head.

Your fingers tangled in his perfect, dark hair to steady yourself, and he shivered at the feeling.

Minho gripped your hips tighter, his fingertips threatening to leave tiny bruises on your delicate skin. Your mouth parted slightly at the sensation, and Minho took the opportunity to slot his tongue against yours. It quickly got even more heated, both of your chins covered in remnants of each others' saliva.

Tongue and teeth and slippery skin...it was enough to make heat start to pool between your legs.

Minho pulled away to take a breath, and you were glad he did since you needed to breathe as well. But Minho seemed to catch his breath more quickly than you, turning his attention to your neck.

He left a trail of sloppy kisses down from your chin to your shoulder, and you gladly tilted your head back to give him more access. You felt almost drunk again, but this time you weren't drunk on alcohol.

Minho was the first to speak.

"(Y/N)," he sighed, nipping at the soft skin of your collarbone. "Tell me to stop and I will."

You laughed breathlessly.

"You are a gentleman after all, right?"

Minho smiled, his mouth an inch away from your skin.

"I can be. But I'm sure you've noticed that I can be...something else." He pulled away from your neck and looked you in the eye, placing a hand against your cheek. "Am I still what you want?"

"Yes," you breathed out, the certainty obvious in your voice. "I've been in love with you too, Minho. I just didn't know how to say it. I love all of you, and I want all of you."

He groaned, sounding like he was almost in pain. But then his grip on your cheek tightened slightly and he leaned in even more, impossibly close.

"Then show me."

The sensation between your legs was undeniable by this point. Minho, being his usual observant self, immediately noticed that you were rubbing your thighs together, trying to generate even the smallest bit of friction to relieve the feeling.

He scoffed, but there was a familiar, gentle shimmer in his eye.

"Or how about I take care of you a different way?"

All you could do was bite your lip and nod. Of course he had noticed. But you were so, so glad he did.

"Put your arms around my neck and jump," Minho commanded softly.

You immediately obliged, and his hands fell to your ass, which he used to hold onto you as you jumped. He supported your weight with ease, and you nearly started drooling at the way his muscles were now completely flexed.

Minho then carried you back to the couch, where he laid you down on your back. Carefully, so as not to crush you underneath him, he propped himself up on the arm of the couch with his left hand behind you. He settled himself on top of you, but not touching you, with either leg on the sides of your hips.

His right hand traced a line down from your cheek, to in between your breasts, all the way down to the top of your skirt, where it finally came to a halt.

You practically went cross-eyed watching his silver necklace dangle in front of you. But the feeling of Minho hooking his index finger underneath the top of your skirt snapped you out of it.

"Tell me," he said quietly, "Did you wear this for me?"

In the span of a few seconds, you had a heated internal battle over whether to tell him the truth or not. Ultimately, you decided he already knew and he just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes...I did."

The corner of his mouth curled upwards as he looked down at where his finger sat, pulling against the thin fabric of the skirt.

"Silly girl. You don't have to get drunk and dress like a slut just to get my attention."

You held your breath as he slowly slipped the rest of his hand under the fabric.

"I have dreamed of doing this with you...just the way you normally are," Minho continued.

As he spoke, Minho's fingers dipped lower and lower, until the tip of his pointer finger came in contact with the next to nothing panties covering your sopping core. You immediately drew in a breath, so hard you thought you were going to choke on the air.

Minho chuckled, circling over your clit lazily through your panties.

"Is this where you want me?"

Overcome with the heat and desire filling your every limb, you nodded vigorously, reaching one hand behind Minho's neck to hold onto him softly.

"Okay," he whispered, barely audible. "But try to be quiet, hmm?"

Before you could argue, Minho slid his pointer finger under the edge of your panties, instantly parting your lips and making contact with your bare clit.

This light touch alone was enough to send a jolt through you, and Minho couldn't help but laugh slightly at your obvious pleasure.

He then tentatively pushed his pointer finger inside of you, waiting to see how you would react.

You were so wet, it slid in with ease. You shivered at the sensation, and dug your nails into the back of Minho's neck. He hissed at the sensual pain, beginning to move his finger inside of you slowly.

"Mmmm," you whined, bucking your hips up to try and push his finger further inside. "I need more, Minho. Please."

He swiftly leaned down and hushed you with a chaste kiss.

"This needy for me already? How about this, is this enough?"

Minho shoved his middle finger inside of you as well, more forcefully this time, and immediately scissored you open with an ever-increasing speed.

"Yes! Please, don't stop."

If it weren't for how good you felt right now, you would be embarrassed at the way you were speaking. But he was unraveling you by the second, the two fingers inside of you pulling the strings holding you together.

The sounds of your wetness nearly echoed throughout your small living room. You knew you were humiliatingly close to your release, and Minho picked up on that as well.

Without saying anything else, he curled both fingers inside sharply, almost instantaneously finding the spot you needed him most. Stars swirled around in your vision, the feeling of his fingers and the cold metal of his necklace against your sizzling skin the only things keeping you grounded.

Then everything came crashing down in a searing, slick mess.

You threw your other arm around him as you clenched so hard on his fingers, you were worried you'd cut off his circulation. Your arousal dripped down the back of your ass, soaking your panties and Minho's wrist. Both of your thighs were locked up and quivering against Minho's forearm, essentially keeping him trapped there.

But eventually, the stars faded and you could see and feel properly again.

With a smirk, Minho pulled his hand away and wiped it on the back of his pants. As you watched him do so, you happened to notice just how badly he needed you, too. His arousal was painfully apparent through the tight pants he was wearing, and it made you swoon all over again.

"Let's go somewhere we have a little more room, shall we? And I'll take those ruined clothes off of you."

You weakly agreed, your throbbing sex already becoming hot again.

For the third time tonight, Minho leaned over to pick you up. This time though, he simply draped you over his shoulder, knowing that you wouldn't need to be carried for long.

He made his way into your bedroom, lightly pushing the door open with his foot. He then laid you on your bed and looked down at your beautifully disheveled state from where he was standing by your legs.

"So pretty like this," Minho whispered, bending down and kissing your forehead. "But then again, you're always pretty."

Even in your blissful condition, you couldn't help but blush at his words.

"But before we do this...I need you to tell me something. And be honest," Minho began, the atmosphere now turning more serious than playful. "Will you really be mine, (Y/N)? Mine only? Because once I have had you in this way, I won't want to share."

You watched him attentively. His eyebrows were knitted together in genuine concern, and his eyes searched your face for any hint of an answer you might give him. This was where you saw the shy side of him that you initially fell in love with, and you knew that despite how he may show another side of him with you intimately, that he was always being his true self, no matter what. That part of him that craved your validation and your love was what truly guided his actions.

"If this is your way of officially asking me out, Minho, then I accept." You giggled and reached for one of his hands. "I don't want anyone else. I just want you by my side, always, okay?"

Minho shyly giggled in return, squeezing your fingers slightly before letting them go.

"Okay. Then let's get these off you."

He gripped the edge of your skirt and pulled it down, the cool air hitting the dampness of your panties and making you cringe. That didn't last long, however, because Minho then did the same to your panties, practically peeling them off you due to how sticky they were.

You tried not to shy away from his gaze as he placed his hands on your knees and spread you apart to finally look at you fully.

His nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut at the perfectly overwhelming sight of you. He chanted a broken mantra in his mind to keep from diving into you right then and there. God, did he want to taste you. But that was for another time. His painful erection needed to be taken care of soon, and he wanted to be inside of you more than anything else right now.

"Is something wrong?" you asked quietly.

Minho snapped out of his thoughts and his hand instantly found yours again.

"No, no. Everything is perfect, you're perfect. I just... needed to compose myself," he said, his eyes darkening in the dim light of your bedroom.

"Oh," you giggled nervously.

Your anticipation only grew when he stepped away from you and yanked his pants and boxers down in one go, erection springing free and pulsing in the cool air.

"Oh," you repeated, this time more nervous than before.

Even from where you were laying on the bed, you could see how angry and red his tip was, a pearlescent bead of precum threatening to drip onto the floor. Minho gripped himself with one hand, pumping slowly to relieve some of the pent up tension he was holding onto.

"Change your mind?"

You shook your head, your "no" clear as day.

"Good. But tell me if you do. Can you lay like you normally would against your pillows?"

You followed his instructions, bringing the rest of your body onto the bed and laying your head against your pillows. Minho followed, crawling over top of you once more, and kneeling between your legs. You wrapped your legs around his hips to provide him better access, and he quickly positioned himself with one hand at his base and the other gripping the headboard of your bed.

"I'm not going to last long," he grunted. "But I need to feel you now."

"It's okay, Minho. I need you, too."

Without another word, Minho brought his tip to rest against your entrance. He tapped it lightly a few times, before sliding between your folds to spread your increasing wetness.

"Oh, fuck, (Y/N). I could lose it right now," he moaned, his head falling backwards.

He was absolutely beautiful. His thighs that you had been so fixated on earlier were now on full display, muscles taught underneath his perfect tan skin. His white tank top now clung to his chest even more thanks to the layer of sweat that sat against it. And God, the way his hair was sticking to his forehead...the way his mouth fell open slightly in a silent moan...his eyes screwed shut in concentration...it was all too much. You needed him just as badly.

With no further hesitation, he pushed into you, bottoming out instantly. His forehead came to rest against yours and you couldn't help but squeal at the immediate pleasure.

"Mmm, that's right," Minho sighed, regaining control of his hips. "I could listen to that sweet sound forever."

He dragged himself out of you slowly, before crashing back into you, his balls slapping distinctly against your ass. Over and over he want, the sounds of his slick skin against yours ricocheting off your bedroom walls. The only thing louder was the lewd series of sounds coming out of your mouth as your pussy clenched around him in a vice grip.

"Ahh," he moaned loudly, hips stuttering slightly. "Careful, pretty girl. If you keep doing that, I might accidentally make you a college drop out."

Your cheeks flushed as he started pounding into you again. He was obviously getting close to his release already and you were getting close to your second one of the night.

"Look at me," Minho said in a low voice. But he didn't give you a chance and instead gripped your chin roughly with one hand. "Come for me again, I won't last much longer."

His words, coupled with his gaze and his rough hand against you were enough to send you into orbit again. The second your walls squeezed around him, Minho withdrew with a curse under his breath. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you throbbed around the sudden emptiness inside of you. But you were quickly brought back to reality as ropes of Minho's release landed against the inside of your thighs and on top of your pelvis.

Now the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat and your breaths mixed with Minho's. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, and it remained unbroken as Minho gently slid out of you and pulled his boxers and pants on. He walked over to your nightstand and grabbed some of the tissues you kept there. He then came back around to you and wiped you off as best as he could, which earned him a sincere smile from you.

"Thank you, Minho."

"Hmm, for what? I've done so many things tonight."

You punched him weakly as he sat down beside you, and he chuckled.

"Well, I did the best I could. But I think a bath is in order. And also probably new sheets. Aaaand panties, for that matter."

"You're not wrong about the bath, that sounds nice. Run one for me?"

Minho stood up excitedly, happy that he could help you feel good in so many ways tonight.

"Of course. Then, let's get some sleep."

You agreed, fighting a yawn as he walked into the bathroom.

Against your better judgement, you reached into the pocket of your skirt and pulled out your phone. Despite it being the middle of the night, there were numerous unopened messages from your friends.

Based on what you read with a quick glance, several of them were making bets on where Minho was right now. A few of them were concerned though, since they hadn't heard from him or you since the party.

You decided to cheekily help them out.

You took a quick selfie, making sure to accentuate how messy your hair was and how pink your cheeks were. Then you sent it to the group chat with the caption: "Turns out Minho liked my blush a little too much, guys. Don't wait up xoxo."

Your message was instantly read by the whole group, and replies started flooding in faster than you could read them.

"Thank God you guys didn't do that here, smh."

"I guess you guys are a thing now?"

"Jeongin, you owe me $5!!!"

You could hear Minho chuckle from the bathroom as he shut the water off. He then sent a short message of his own, but tagged Felix in it directly.

"You'll still need new clothes, Felix. I hold grudges."

~

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Asshole.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff ?

Synopsis : “hii, could i request a thanos w a reader whos a problematic streamer?? 😭😭 im sorry its so vague” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // sorry it took so long ;-; i hope you’re still around lol I honestly don’t know if I managed to make the reader problematic. I didn’t wanna make him a bigot you know ? Probably not how you imagined it, definitely not how I imagined it either, I hope you still like it because I don’t. Reader is the world’s biggest hater

You and Thanos met during your first year of graduate school. As soon as he saw you he couldn’t stop staring at you with a confused look on his face. Why did you look so… familiar ?

He wasn’t very subtle or discreet about it, his whole body would turn around to stare at you each time you passed next to him. You always glanced back at him just as confused as he was before focusing once more on what you were doing.

Then one day, even though he generally arrived late to class, you arrived later and ended up sitting next to him.

He looked at you intently, eyes wide and mouth open. Was he shocked ? You turned to him, wondering why that guy kept looking at you weirdly but before you could speak, the man whispered.

“Why do I know you ? Who are you ?”

“Huh ?” Your eyes widened slightly before finally making sense of what he said and replyed quietly. “Oh. Twitch maybe ?”

“Twitch ?” He repeated, thinking.

“I’m [Username] ? I make music when I’m live.”

That’s when it clicked in his head. He had seen you not on Twitch but on TikTok. Every now and then, clips of your streams would pop up on his fyp.

“Ah !” He exclaimed a bit too loudly before lowering his voice again as a few students glared his way for disrupting the lesson. “You’re that asshole who keeps making diss tracks. I knew I’ve seen you before.” He smiled, happy to finally put a name on your face.

“Asshole ? Bitch who the fuck are you to call me asshole ?” You whispered, glaring at him.

He laughed quietly before looking at the teacher, amused. Did you not know you were an asshole ?

You continued staring at the man next to you, dumbfounded but your insistent staring made him look back at you.

“I’m Thanos.” He smirked.

“T- Thanos ?” You repeated, stunned, brows furrowed.

“Yeah. Remember that name.”

You looked at him with heavy judgment but before you could ask why you needed to remember his name he spoke again.

“I’d like to see you try to make a diss track about me. You won’t be able to, my music’s too great.” He added with a cocky grin and a nod, way too confident in himself. You raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, who are you ? You’re nobody, why would I make a song about a nobody ?” You replied quietly, returning your attention to the lesson. You heard Thanos scoff, probably shaking his head in disapproval before looking at the teacher as well.

“I’ll show you in a few years.” He added after a couple seconds, determined to prove you wrong. You didn’t reply but rolled your eyes, unimpressed.

Despite this negative first interaction, Thanos and you continued to sit next to one another, even working together in group projects. It was not your choice. You had to admit that Thanos was persistent.

So you slowly got accustomed to him, growing closer despite your tough love. He surely knew when not to listen to you and how to peel your comments on his songs to find the tiniest compliment.

As he became your friend, Thanos downloaded Twitch and became a recurrent viewer of your streams. He quickly found out he wasn’t the only one calling you asshole. In fact, a big part of your viewers were haters. And you… well, you deserved it.

On each stream you would spit on an artist, streamer, YouTuber or other person, shitting on them and everything they did, even creating a whole song to criticize them. You always found something bad to say.

Your chat is full of hate messages from fans defending the person you’re criticizing.

They try not to engage with your content, there even is a rumor saying you’re just baiting people, a living rage bait, but they can’t help to fall into it, your taunting tone and sly smiles raising the blood pressure of your viewers.

Every now and then you enter a new drama, clashing with other streamers who dare speak against you. Sometimes they even mute your mic when you’re playing a game with them because of your lack of respect and constant attacks.

You spare no one, not even the dead which really annoy people. You never had a nice thing to say unless it was backhanded.

Sometimes even Thanos didn’t know if you were honest or if you really hated the people you criticized. But he didn’t care, he loved it, it was fun to see people write angry messages.

“Do you ever listen to anyone ?” He asked one day.

“No. I don’t even listen to whale sounds because I hate whales.” You replied flatly and Thanos snorted.

Should he believe you ? After all, he never caught you listening to music. Even in your car the radio is off. Maybe you were just really committed to the bit ?

Now that he thinks about it, when you drive him somewhere your phone is on the phone holder next to the wheel. The screen is black, the device silent, but you surely intend to play music once he’s out of your car, right ? Why else would it be here ?

“I only listen to the sound of silence. Sadly you can’t shut up so I barely hear it anymore.” You added, looking at him with an accusatory face.

He glared at you.

“If you hated my music you’d already have made a song about how bad it is.” He snickered.

“I told you I don’t diss nobodies.”

“But I’m not a nobody.” He smiled, grabbing you by the back of your neck. “I’m gonna be on ‘Rap Battlegrounds’ and I’m gonna fucking win, yo !” He let go of your neck, throwing his hands in the air in excitement.

“Oh fuck, they accepted you ? Damn.”

He nodded proudly, happy to hear your surprise. He was about to reply something cocky but you continued talking.

“I see they lowered their standards. Or maybe it’s for the bloopers ?”

Thanos groaned loudly, why did you have to be so fucking annoying ?

“Ah !” He sighed, swearing under his breath. “You really are an asshole, man ! You’re pissing me off !”

You smiled at him.

“Hey.” You started calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “If you win, I’ll possibly make a diss track about you, you won’t be a nobody anymore even though your music sucks ass like crazy.”

He looked at you, interested.

“You really will ?”

You looked back at him, surprised that he didn’t not seem to care about your comment.

“Only if you win. You won’t though.”

“I will win.” He said seriously, focused and confident. “And you won’t be able to make a diss track because I’m the greatest.”

You grimaced, disagreeing with his statement.

“We’ll see.” You replied.

[dreamsy990]

TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS. FINALLY

[xxplastic-cubexx]

erik will genuinely jump at any chance he can to steal charles' last name and be so catty about it i know this for a fact WHAT is his deal

[Magneto (2011)]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[izzy-b-hands]

If I don't find a new job before September, it's gonna be 9 straight weeks of polls starting in September, every weekend of September and October (including the weekend of Housemate's bday, and the weekend leading up to Election Day)

In addition, no cancels or sick days will be allowed for that period of time. Any cancels or sick call outs will result in disciplinary actions up to a fast tracked firing (to be fair they didn't say this exactly, but the Implication in this part of the email is quite strong lmao.)

Anyone wanna hire me on to do literally anything? Dig holes? Clean your house? Shine your shoes? Feed your cat/dog/fish/cow/etc? Stare at a pot of boiling water for your dinner? Paint your living room then stand there and watch the paint dry then repaint it a different colour and watch it dry again? Anything at all, anything you want, anything-

[conanssummerchild]

i like to pretend that im autistic in a way that doesnt affect my life, then when it does that thing where it, yk, affects my life i cant ask for help bcs im too embarrased

[fortunately-bi]

I know I don't have many artist friends or followers on here but if anyone knows of any online courses or free classes or anything (honestly even if they're paid, as long as it's not like college stuff that requires my gpa or anything) for art, like figure drawing and anatomy and so on id really appreciate some help in my search

[autopsytableromance]

hey why did my manager unprompted tell me and like 3 other coworkers a story about how he had his dog terrorize her girlfriend for three hours while he took a nap and she hid in the car afraid like it was a funny story to tell.

[end-orfino]

man it would be cool to have a long-term creating capability wouldn't it. wouldn't it.

[infizero]

sometimes i feel crazy when i see ppl talk about l0vejoy and act like their music was complete ass like obviously you can have your own opinions but the fact that so many former fans say stuff like this just feels like doing the thing of "the people who made this music are bad so the music has to be bad too"... like bffr do you rlly think their music that you were obsessed with once is garbage or do you just feel uncomfortable acknowledging that bad people can make good art

[mx-paint]

Some of y'all truly think you're the smartest person in the room by virtue of your job being one that you *assume* no one else that you're talking about has or knows anything about.