#Like if you know me you know I'm aggressively not but like

[e5e5e5e5e5]

'i entrusted you with this' thank you?

'i charged you for the privelege' eut?

'im taking it back now and may I have some more money please' superwot?

'i love you though'

Oh so love is worthless til I'm dead cool better hurry up.

My fave form of passive aggression is:

'ima slowly start treating you how you treat me til you break up with me'

Then watch them come back and laugh.

It's like, maximum cruelty only to the people closest to you.

It's so sweet.

Cause, you know, the people who haven't wronged me are on the other side of the world.

"I did it for you" has gotta be my favorite form of betrayal. You gave me a gift I never asked for, and now I have to look around at the world you destroyed with the knowledge that it was gift wrapped and addressed to me.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 STAR A WAR kim minjeong x reader

❝If I need to start a war, I'm gon' try for you, I'll fight for it, go off for you, I’ll start a war❞

౨ৎ warnings: president x vice president, school!au, mild insults not much, swearing

the classroom was quieter than usual. the hum of idle chatter had died down, leaving just the sounds of rustling papers and the clinking of pens against desks. jimin sat in the back, her eyes fixed on yn, who was sitting in the front of the room with that perfect posture, writing something down with quick, precise movements.

yn was always like this sharp, proper, perfect. she looked like she stepped out of a magazine ad with her crisp uniform, tailored to absolute perfection. her hair was sleek and neatly parted to the side, held together by her signature expensive hair clip. everything about her screamed money, power, and control.

“how does she even do it?” jimin muttered under her breath to no one in particular, though minjeong, sitting beside her, heard her clearly.

“do what?” minjeong’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as if she was always careful not to draw too much attention.

“be so... obnoxious,” jimin replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “like, she’s the class president and she’s really good at it, but she’s so... passive aggressive about it. doesn’t even thank anyone for anything. and her whole ‘I’m too cool for you’ vibe is just... ugh.”

minjeong glanced over at yn, who was now talking with a few classmates, her tone polite but distant, like she was doing them a favor just by acknowledging their existence. 

“she’s... not that bad,” minjeong said, though it was clear from the way she looked at jimin that she wasn’t really convinced by her own words.

“oh, c’mon, minjeong. how can you even work with her?” jimin said, exasperated. “I mean, I get it, you’re vice president, but how do you stand being around her all day?”

minjeong shifted uncomfortably in her seat, eyes downcast. “yn’s... really good at her job. she gets things done and she’s not someone you want to go against.”

“I don’t care if she’s good at her job or not,” jimin shot back, shaking her head. “it’s her attitude. it's unbearable.”

minjeong sighed, clearly trying to avoid making things more complicated. but jimin had made up her mind.

“you know what? I’m running against her,” jimin suddenly declared, slamming her hand on the desk. “this whole school deserves a new class president. one with a little humility, you know?”

minjeong blinked, clearly taken aback. “jimin, I don’t think—”

“too late, I’m doing it,” jimin said with a determined look on her face. “this place needs a change. and I’m going to be the one to give it to them.”

“but—”

“no ‘buts,’ minjeong. I’m doing it, you need a new president by your side.” jimin stood up, suddenly energized, and started toward the front of the classroom where yn was gathering her things, already preparing to leave. “and you’re coming with me,” she added, grabbing minjeong’s wrist and pulling her toward yn.

“wait, jimin, no—”

before minjeong could protest any further, they were standing in front of yn’s desk. yn looked up at them slowly, her expression unreadable as she adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

“can I help you?” she asked, her voice polite but carrying an edge of disinterest.

“yeah,” jimin said, crossing her arms defiantly. “I want an election. I’m running against you.”

there was a long silence. yn blinked, looking between jimin and minjeong, who was standing awkwardly beside her, her head lowered.

“an election,” yn repeated, her voice almost too calm. “you’re challenging me?”

“yep,” jimin replied without missing a beat. “i’m done with you, yn. I’m tired of your attitude. it’s time for a new class president.”

yn’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. she glanced over at minjeong, her eyes lingering for just a moment before she turned back to jimin. “sure,” she said, her voice cool and collected. “if you really want to waste your time.”

jimin’s brow furrowed at how effortlessly yn had agreed, as if she didn’t care at all. but yn’s eyes gleamed with a knowing look, like she was already playing some game that jimin wasn’t fully aware of.

“we’ll see how this turns out,” yn added, before walking away without another word.

the next few weeks were a blur of campaigning, speeches, and endless debates. 

jimin, with the help of aeri, yizhuo, and minjeong, worked tirelessly to build a case for her presidency. but no matter what she did, it always felt like something was off.

for every speech jimin made, there was some technical issue. for every poster she put up, they somehow disappeared. even when she thought things were going well, she could feel the shadow of yn hanging over her. it was like everything jimin did was being sabotaged from the shadows.

“this is ridiculous,” jimin groaned one afternoon, throwing her hands up as she stared at a broken microphone. “why does this always happen to me?”

aeri, who had been quietly filing her nails in the corner of the room, looked up. “maybe she’s got someone working behind the scenes. like, you know, bribing tech support or something.”

“that’s insane,” jimin muttered, rolling her eyes. “there’s no way yn’s going that far.”

“you’d be surprised,” aeri said, smirking. “she is rich, after all. she probably has a whole team working to keep her in power, she’s rich dude, just like minjeong lately.” 

minjeong, who had been quietly helping with the posters, paused for a moment, her eyes flicking to aeri. “what do you mean ?” minjeong asked, her voice almost too soft.

aeri raised an eyebrow. “I mean, come on. have you seen you? designer clothes, accessories every week... it’s not exactly a secret.”

minjeong shifted uncomfortably, her fingers tightening around the corner of a poster she was holding. “it’s just... gifts from my dad,” she said quickly.

“gifts from your dad?” yizhuo said, clearly skeptical. “your dad can afford all that?”

“yeah, he can,” minjeong replied quietly. “it’s not a big deal.”

jimin, sensing the tension, quickly changed the subject. “let’s just focus on getting this campaign going. we need a new class president.”

jimin and the others sat at their usual table, catching up and discussing their next campaign move. 

it was just another normal lunch until yn walked by. she was flanked by a couple of her loyal followers, her posture impeccable. her gaze flickered over their table, but it was her voice that made jimin’s blood boil.

"oh, look," yn said, loud enough for them to hear, "the losers are still trying to make a name for themselves. such a waste of time, not even my vice president can help.”

the words hung in the air like ice, and jimin shot a glare at her, but yn didn’t even acknowledge it as she continued walking, mary jane’s clicking against the floor.

"she’s unbearable," jimin muttered under her breath, glaring at the back of yn’s head.

"don’t let her get to you," minjeong said quietly, though it was clear she was looking at yn’s retreating figure with a complex expression.

but the damage had been done.

jimin was hanging up the campaign posters when she noticed yn standing in the hallway with a couple of her friends. yn's gaze fell on one of jimin's posters, and without missing a beat, she walked over, her steps confident. her eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and something else jimin couldn't quite place.

"oh, jimin," yn cooed, her voice dripping with faux sweetness as she stopped in front of the poster. "I see you’re trying to make a difference. too bad this is going to be a waste of time. no one here wants a class president who’s all over the place like you."

jimin clenched her fists at her sides, her jaw tight, but she held her ground. "can you shut up for once?" she shot back, her voice steady "the election is not over yet."

yn smirked, her eyes flicking to minjeong who was standing beside jimin, watching the exchange silently. "we’ll see," yn said smoothly, "but you’re really not cut out for this. it’s cute though, watching you try, just because you don’t like me.”

before jimin could retort, yn’s gaze shifted to minjeong. her smirk widened as she casually addressed her, her voice suddenly colder, sharper.

"and it’s cute that you think you can betray me, your partner, to help her," yn said

minjeong stiffened, her eyes flicking nervously between yn and jimin and she instinctively took a small step back.

yn’s eyes lingered on minjeong for a moment longer, as if daring her to speak, but minjeong remained silent. 

yn turned away with a dismissive wave, her mary jane’s clicking against the floor with each step as she walked off, leaving the air thick with unspoken tension.

jimin glared at yn’s retreating figure, but her eyes quickly darted to minjeong, who had fallen into an uneasy silence.

"min, are you okay?" jimin asked, her voice softer now, trying to gauge her friend’s reaction.

minjeong hesitated before she nodded, though the uncertainty in her eyes was unmistakable. "yeah, I’m fine," she said quietly, but there was something fragile in her tone that made jimin’s stomach churn.

"don’t listen to her," jimin said firmly. “ she’s just a bitch"

but even as they worked, jimin couldn’t shake the feeling that yn was always one step ahead. and when the election results came in, it was no surprise, yn had won.

jimin’s stomach sank as she stared at the results, feeling a bitter taste rise in her mouth. “this doesn’t make sense,” she muttered under her breath. “she sabotaged me, I swear.”

the others comforted her, but jimin could barely hold herself together. she had fought hard, but it hadn’t been enough”

“you did your best, jimin,” yizhuo said, her voice kind. “it just wasn’t meant to be.”

jimin leaned her head back, “I really wanted to get you a new partner min, yn must be unbearable to work with.”

minjeong, who had been unusually quiet, stood up. “it’s okay, I’ve been doing this for a year, this is a bad time but I’m leaving early. my dad is picking me up.”

jimin barely registered the words. “alright, you’ll call us later?” she asked,

minjeong glanced at her, then at aeri and yizhuo. “yeah, of course.”

outside, minjeong made her way to the parking lot, her thoughts a tangled mess. she didn’t want to think about the election, the tension, the constant complaints about yn.

as minjeong reached the curb, a sleek black van pulled up. the door opened, and yn was sitting inside, her face buried in her phone. when she looked up and saw minjeong, a smile tugged at her lips.

“aren’t you going to congratulate me?” yn asked, her voice playful yet laced with something else something almost predatory.

minjeong hesitated, then finally smiled. 

“congratulations,” she said, her voice soft but sincere.

yn leaned forward and kissed her, soft and lingering. “thanks, baby,” she murmured against her lips. “thanks for helping me with all of this. I don’t know what your friend thought she was doing, going up against me.”

minjeong didn’t say anything right away, her hand slowly finding yn’s. “she thinks you sabotaged her,” minjeong finally admitted.

yn laughed softly, kissing minjeong’s hand. “little did she know, her best friend was behind it all,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

“did you like the gift?” yn asked, nodding toward the prada keychain that now hung from minjeong’s bag.

minjeong smiled. “thank you. you don’t have to get me gifts all the time, you know.”

“I like treating my girlfriend well,” yn said, her voice light but with a hint of something more serious beneath it. “besides, I always get what I want.” she smirked. “how do you think you became vice president?”

minjeong rolled her eyes playfully. “you’re impossible.”

“yet you still almost started a war for me, all that sabotaging, who knew you were so sneaky?”

yn laughed, her fingers intertwining with minjeong’s. “I can’t believe she thought she had a chance against me,” yn continued, leaning back in her seat. “I always get what I want. always.”

minjeong’s smile softened as she watched yn rant, enjoying the rare moment when it was just the two of them. “she’s still my friend, yn,” minjeong said quietly.

“unfortunately,” yn replied, her tone teasing, though there was affection in her eyes.

“you need a new dress,” yn suddenly said, shifting in her seat. “for that family event. I’ll get you one.”

minjeong smiled as yn continued to rant about the event. in moments like this, with just the two of them in the back of the car, it felt like the world outside didn’t matter. 

just her and yn, class president and vice president, side by side.

it felt... perfect.

[the-library-alcove]

I'm enjoying the latest antitheist to stick their nose in and say that, in their ideal world, Judaism would be gone, and then being upset when the Jews take offense at this, because "Judaism is just a religion". Seriously, you just can't buy quality entertainment like this.

More seriously, though, I find it fascinating how these types are almost always English-speaking Christian-background Westerners. When you actually game out what they're saying, it's actually quite interesting, because they're dealing with a fundamental conflict of their desires and their ideology.

What I mean by that is that they want cultural imperialism (everyone across the world speaking, acting, behaving, and thinking like them specifically) but they're coming from an ideological space that frowns on or demonizes overt cultural imperialism of that sort (at least from their own culture).

So you have this "I want to impose my culture and my beliefs on others, but I can't say that I want that, so I'll just imply that it'll happen as a natural result as time passes" passive-aggressive stance as a result. And whenever that stance gets called out for the "So you want us gone, but you're not willing to own up to that?" bullshit that it is, they get so defensive and intellectually dishonest--because their entire outlook is based on intellectual dishonesty, of wanting one thing but saying another.

The really interesting thing is that you only really find these types in English-speaking Western Leftism or Leftism-adjacent spaces. My theory on why is that most other cultures with imperialist spreading tendencies own up to that fact and aren't ashamed of it, or at least acknowledge it: Russification, the Great Commission, Tabligh, Fracisation, Arabization, Turkization, Americanization... even going back to the ancients, we had Hellenization as a deliberate effort to make other societies more Greek-like.

But in this specific brand of Western Atheists... they want their personal culture to be the template for the secular monotheism that they desire. HOWEVER, as colonialism and imperialism is seen as wrong and shameful by their ideology, they need to square that circle, and the way they do that is to make it a passive-voice cultural genocide. Oh, those other cultures and religions will just vanish of their own accord as time passes. So sad, but good for the human race... and for me, because certainly my culture will endure!

In essence, they want all of the benefits that come with cultural assimilation and imperialism... but not any of the social downsides that come with advocating for it, and you're only going to find that combo in places where:

1) their language is already the international dominant tongue, so they're catered to in cultural hegemony already.

2) their political ideology actively rejects "imperialism" from their own culture, to the point of self-disownment of their supposed principles

3) their culture is a combination of superficial multi-culturalism alongside deeper demands of conformity

Is it any wonder that as soon as someone points out that their antitheist ideology is discount cultural imperialism they get defensive and angry? Because, on some level, they know it, and they can't defend it with their supposed principles, just with emotional appeals. So they deny and lash out with immature petulance, like the "well, I'll stop defending you because you're mean, so there!"

Buddy, if your defense was predicated on you wanting us gone anyway, that defense was worthless.

[1322daysofdoey]

Spreading my orange Kevin agenda... Read my ramblings... This is going to be stupidly long as I try to explain everything here so I apologize in advance.

To try to break this down, basically the main reason I think Kevin is orange and not red is because of the arrangement of the heads in his monster form, which are arranged in a similar "triangle" fashion to the colors on Doey himself (one on his top-right, one on his top-left, one on the bottom-center). Not only that, but this color arrangement is ALSO present in his logo (two "tall" yellow and orange letters - d and h, and one "low-hanging" red letter between them - g), so I get the impression that this was done on purpose rather than a coincidence. So, looking at his monster form, Kevin is easily identifiable by his angry expression, and with this arrangement in mind he corresponds to the orange color placement.

So, then, between the last two heads, how did I determine which one is Matthew and which one is Jack? The answer is going back to the logo and looking at the hands. Each one is posed differently, and I feel that this is reflective of each boy's personality. The orange hand is a fist, which further supports that color representing Kevin due to his aggression. The red hand is pointing, which I feel is a good representation of Matthew's leadership and charisma. So then Jack is yellow, the open hand, by process of elimination. You could counterargue that a pointing finger could be accusatory, and that a fist in the air could represent leadership. But because of the previous point about the consistent arrangement of the colors/faces, I'm pretty confident about Kevin being orange, so that really just leaves me with the other interpretation.

I also think that these colors make more sense when thinking about the actual body parts that the colors are applied to. Orange is one of Doey's arms, which I think fits much better for Kevin than the legs would. Meanwhile, I think the legs work well for Matthew because he's the "support" and stability of the trio. It also makes the "three boys in a trench coat" jokes work better this way lol, you make Matthew the "legs" of the disguise because he's the oldest and tallest to carry the other two but then don't even make him the color of the legs? smh

Then my last two points are a bit more minor, but I wanted to mention anyway:

Firstly, the emotional association of the colors. I feel like the red Kevin fanon is specifically because red is seen as "the angry color" or "the bad color" (Kevin is NOT bad or evil FYI but you know how some people are about this sort of thing...), but then they're forgetting that red is also the color of love. (I mean hello, we're talking about the same game where Bobby BearHug exists?) Matthew has so much love for friends and family, I think it suits him well. And then orange is still a "fiery" color that can fit for Kevin's intense emotions, yeah?

Then secondly, the official "order" of the boys. Their experiment numbers are given a letter at the end to differentiate the three, with Jack being 1322A, Kevin being 1322B, and Matthew being 1322C. Youngest to oldest. And, if Kevin is orange instead of red, it would also make them ordered by color hue. A, B, C. Yellow, orange, red. It just makes sense, it feels right. It feels like something that would be done on purpose. Especially when combined with everything else I've already pointed out in this post.

Gonna finish this off with addressing another potential counterargument, though:

"But Doey's own character designer drew art where they color-coded the boys as yellow Jack, orange Matthew, and red Kevin! So doesn't that make those colors official?" Bro they literally say in their post that it "isn't canon" and is just fan art. You can already tell that it's not canon just based on Jack being a literal infant baby that looks nothing like the canon kid we see in the video lol. Furthermore, while Max is Doey's character designer, that doesn't mean they were responsible for any of the symbolism, foreshadowing, etc. regarding his backstory. They designed the character, but that doesn't mean they designed the logo for example. And, interestingly, in their concept art for monster Doey, you know what's noticeably different from the final version? The three heads inside Doey's mouth. They all share the same expression, so we can't tell which one is Kevin in this version. We don't know who was responsible for minor adjustments between this concept art and the final in-game design, so it's possible that someone on the team other than Max wanted that detail to be included. So in other words, I think that if each boy is indeed meant to correspond to a specific color on Doey, I don't think it was Max who chose which kid is which color, nor would they necessarily even know the "correct" color-coding since the possible hints about it that I talk about in this post are easy to miss if you're not hopelessly brainrotted like I am, and aren't important to understanding the lore. So they may have just fallen into the same "red = angry" logic that most of the fandom did.

But yeah whatever, man. I just wanted to get this out there.

[cawareyoudoin]

I understand how OP's post could have felt pointed and aggressive for someone who's been struggling with that. Maybe you're right in that we should be positive and try to get those people to stop using it, instead of alienating them. But we are people too, and emotionally, using algorithms to make fanworks does feel like a betrayal, and a slap to the face for artists.

I've only recently made a real fandom friend who I can share ideas with. For years, I haven't really had that, but still, if I wanted a drawing, I either looked for it or made one myself, regardless of quality, often without posting it. I've mostly been an observer in fandom spaces. That suited me. Fandom was "other people who liked the thing I liked + my daydreaming". Nothing was handed to me on a plate. But I've slowly started being braver, posting my thoughts, art, and writing. It took a lot of work to get me there, it still feels like no-one is seeing it sometimes, but I'm still proud of it.

I'm sorry you've had a bad experience. I know that "being too weird for people" from real life, I've been struggling with it since preschool. What I've learned is to not try and change the mind of people who despise you, but to find the few people who are kind to you, and make more of a connection with them. It's easy for alienation to become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

[softsunnyy]

🚨 choking, gagging, oral sex, dom! Quinn, two people obsessed, but this time it's Quinn who's crazier. Quinn is controlling, jealous, aggressive. He almost uses your other hole. Description of your body being hurt, but it's all consensual. Cockwarming, and i think that's it. If i forgot anything, I'M SORRY 🚨

poorly written, but this time i'll blame my hand

@ruinix , because u loved it, i hope you enjoy a new part of this <33

today you arrived at your dorm a little later than usual. It wasn't really your fault, since one of your classmates stopped you to ask you something, and he wouldn't stop talking, even though you told him you were short on time. The problem is, you know he won't care.

oh, and don't even try to explain that it was a boy who made you late.

you know what awaits you as soon as you open the door. It's quiet, and you get goosebumps because the place is really cold. You tried to look for him, but he wasn't anywhere visible, so you know exactly where to go.

your feet guide you before you can think twice, and your body feels frozen as you stand in front of your bedroom door. You internally debate whether it's best to open it calmly, or if you should walk in completely guilty.

you can't come up with an answer when the door opens in front of you and you see him. He looks at you angrily, desperately. He's not happy with you because you should have arrived 20 minutes ago.

do you know how desperate he got when you didn't arrive? when you didn't answer his call until ten minutes later than you were supposed to leave your class?

he doesn't even want to know what you were doing; he wants to see you suffer, for worrying him, for messing up the schedule he knew. For not being there and leaving him waiting with his cock aching and ready to be served and devoured.

“what the fuck are you waiting for?” his voice makes you jump, nervous, feeling small under his eyes. You move before even processing what he asked, leaving your things on the floor and starting to undress for him, as you'd learned lately.

since the first time, there hasn't been a day that he doesn't wait for you in your room, ready to take you in every way you could imagine. And he was training you, so you would know how to be good for him, so you would know how to behave around him.

and he just watches you, slightly satisfied at the sight of you on your knees on the bed, your body completely naked, at his disposal as it should be.

it's then that you see him unbutton his pants, pulling them down slowly, too slow for your liking, continuing with his underwear, freeing his cock, which stood proud, mad, red, with veins decorating its length.

and you wait for him, trying not to rub your legs together, trying to ignore the heat the sight of him causes you, because you know better.

when he stands in front of you, you wait for his instruction, opening your mouth. “You’re gonna suck my cock until i get bored, and i don’t wanna hear a single complaint about it.” you nod, and he brings his member to your lips, letting you put it inside your mouth at your own pace. His hand went to your hair, grabbing a handful so he could control your actions.

you start to push his length in slowly, but he loses patience midway and just thrusts, shoving the entire length into your mouth, making you gag, which makes him smile. Soon he started moving, thrusting in and out of your mouth while you tried to use your tongue, feeling the saliva drip down your chin and wet your body, leaving a disgusting trail of drool down your thighs.

gagging prevents him from fully entering each time, so your hand helps, masturbating what wouldn’t fit, going at the same speed as your mouth, listening to Quinn’s grunts.

“doing so good for me” he tugged on your hair, making you moan, which made his cock throb “Such a good whore” He threw his head back for a moment, enjoying how you tried to suck, to lick, to swallow his entire length, trying to make him enjoy it so he could forgive you.

and even though you don't say it, your pussy is dripping just from watching him enjoy himself, which motivates you even more, because you want to be noticed. You want him to bury himself inside you and tear at your walls until he reminds you why you must follow the rules. You want him to use your body and fill you until your hole can't take any more of his cum, until your body is completely stained with his fluids.

but when you made him cum, he didn't stop, he didn't let you stop. He kept thrusting into your mouth without slowing down, making you moan in protest, since you had barely been able to swallow his cum, choking a little on it, and making you need some air. However, he isn't going to give it to you, because he loves the way your eyes fill with tears and your face turns red.

he's getting overstimulated, but he doesn't care. He wants to fill your mouth again and again, until you can't swallow it anymore. And even though you cry and try to push him away, your hand keeps moving, continuing to caress his cock until you feel it harden like before.

and Quinn takes advantage, because he knows you'll do as he tells you, so he keeps cumming, even though his legs are shaking, even though his cock aches, and even though he sees the way you're desperate, barely able to breathe, remnants of his cum at the edges of your mouth, and you're rubbing yourself against the blankets so you can get some attention on your pussy.

“are you gonna cum like that? i haven't even touched you.” and you know it, which makes you moan, as pathetic as you look, and reaching your climax just like that, moaning so loudly that he had to take a second because it felt so good.

and your jaw aches, your wrist aches like never before because you´ve been jerking him off so quickly, but you don't want to stop. You want to suck him dry, until he has nothing left to give.

however, he still wanted to be inside you, so after cumming one last time, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying the way you gasped, trying to fill your lungs again, coughing a little, which caused some of his cum to stain your chin.

he didn't let you clean yourself up, and ordered you to lie face down and ass up, which you obeyed without a second thought. When you moved, you let him see the huge stain you'd left on your bed, proof of your intense orgasm, brought on just by watching him enjoy himself. And when he looked at your pussy, it glistened, smelling strongly of your arousal and soaked in your fluids.

he couldn't resist it, and before getting behind you, he leaned in to lick between your lips, tasting you. This made you whimper, and your body moved back, trying to feel him a little more. But that wasn't what he wanted, so he pulled away, stood behind you, and took his cock to rub it against your pussy.

he hit your clit with his tip, then thrust, forcing his way between your walls until he reached the deepest part of you. He ripped the air from your lungs, and didn't even give you time to compose yourself, penetrating in and out, hammering into you, placing his hands on your waist for more stability, and seeing the marks he'd left on your body the previous days.

his hands are marked on your ass cheeks, in now-purple bruises that made it painful to sit down. Your thighs are riddled with bites that burned too much the first few days. Your back is riddled with hickeys, and your waist is bruised from his fingers.

it looked like a crime scene, and he loved how it looked on you, and knowing that he did it, knowing that he marked you like that.

he was going so fast that one of your hands went to your back, trying to push him to slow down, but he just grabbed it, preventing you from moving, and making the pain in your wrist worse.

you moaned, you cried, you begged him, but he wasn't going to stop, and you knew it.

that's when he decided to ask the question you least wanted to answer, and the one that made you start to panic. You couldn't lie to him, because he'd know.

“where were you?” he questioned, leaning against your back, murmuring against your ear, still bruising your gummy walls from how hard he was moving.

“i…” you tried to think of a response, but it was impossible, and the knot forming in your stomach made it even harder “what?” you whimpered.

he tightened his grip on your wrist, knowing the pain would bring you back to reality. “Where were you?” He asked again, more impatient.

“i…” you sobbed, unable to think coherently. “I’m sorry, a boy…” you whimpered, not thinking for a moment about what you were saying. “A boy… stopped me.” You tried to breathe, but it was nearly impossible, and your lungs burned. “He wanted to ask me something about the class.”

you couldn't answer more than that, but it wasn't important. From the moment you mentioned a boy, Quinn's mind went red. His hands tightened on your body, squeezing some of the bruises and your wrist, making you moan in pain and pleasure. And anger flooded his mind again, causing the hand holding your wrist to let go, moving to your neck, which he grabbed brutally, squeezing, cutting off your breath, making you gasp desperately.

"a boy? you left me waiting for a boy?" his thrusts slowed, making you want to complain. However, they went deeper, kissing your cervix, repeatedly hitting the depths of your tight pussy.

you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks and your face bright red from the lack of air.

“no? but i think that's exactly what you just told me.” He sighed, feigning disappointment to make you feel bad, then released your neck, making you bury your face in the bed, panting loudly, trying to regain oxygen.

he continued moving slowly, and he straightened again, watching carefully the way he went in and out of you, thinking about his next actions. It was then that he pulled out of you, slamming your pussy with his cock again a couple of times, then with his hand, harder this time, dry, watching your fluids spurt in the process.

“Quinn!” you cried, trying to move away, though his other hand prevented you. He continued, watching your pussy turn red and irritated, until enough was enough.

when he guided his cock again, he decided to tease you, brushing against your other hole, making your eyes widen, surprised, and panicked.

“Quinn…” He inhaled, having to hold back his desires for a moment, and thrust into your pussy in one swift thrust.

“not today,” he said, more to himself, resuming his wild, animal movements, hearing the bedpost hit the wall.

the two of you didn't last long, and when you came, it was intense and loud. You drenched his cock with your fluids, making an even bigger mess. And he followed soon after, staining your walls white, marking you as his once again. Reminding you who you belong to.

he let you recover for a couple of minutes, without leaving you, and then he moved, adjusting you on the bed so he could lie behind you, hugging you and pressing himself against your body, still with his cock, now soft, inside you.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, and he knew you meant for being late.

“don’t do it again. I got worried when you didn’t answer,” he sighed, relaxing at the scent of your hair. “I'm sorry too. I think i left a nasty mark on your neck.”

you just smiled, secretly enjoying it. Knowing everyone would look at you and know you belonged to him, that you’ve been put in your place.

they’d know someone was teaching you how to be good.

“it's okay,” you yawned, so you moved a little closer to his body, cuddling. “Goodnight.”

“goodnight, pretty girl”

[slayed02145]

so high school chapter 2

a/n: hi guys!! omg thank you sm for all the love on the first chapter it made me want to give you guys more so here ya go! Also i'm thinking abt combining this part and the last part because it doesn't really make sense to me that the same day spans over multiple chapters. And theres still more that I want to add to this day so like let me know if you guys think I should just keep posting little bits like I am or if I should make it all into one chapter. I'm just posting little by little because I don't want to keep y'all waiting!!

also give me some scenes or tropes you wanna see in this i'll def incorporate it in some way!

wc: 1016

shs masterlist

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Chapter 2

Paige spots her friends huddled around their usual table in the cafeteria, their voices carrying over the lunchtime chaos. She doesn’t even have to get close to know they’re about to clown her. It’s written all over their faces.

Kk is the first to fire. “I heard P Boogs is in love.”

Paige groans before she even sits down.

“Jana bro you told them?” Paige asks even though she knew Jana was gonna tell them. And she can’t even be mad cause if it was anyone else in her position she’d make fun of them too. Which is kinda the worst part like Paige knows how embarrassing she’s being but she don’t give a fuck because Azzi is, well she doesn’t even know yet but whatever. 

Jana grins, leaning back. “I had to prepare them for the love eyes we’ll have to witness ALL practice today”  

The group breaks into laughter, already anticipating the spectacle.

“Y’all don’t get it, bro,” Paige insists, sitting down next to Ice at the edge of the bench. “She’s literally beautiful.”

Paige spots Azzi just waking into the cafeteria and before anyone can respond, she turns to Ice—who, unfortunately, is sitting right next to her—and starts aggressively smacking her arm over and over.

“Bro, that’s her,” she whisper-yells, eyes wide with urgency. Paige aggressively scoots towards Ice so that there’ll be enough space for Azzi to sit next to her 

“Yo AZZI” Paige yells to get Azzi’s attention. Once they make eye contact Azzi smiles and starts walking towards them. 

Kk laughs “Damnnn she’s gotta have that light skin rizz to have Paige simpin already” the table erupts in laughter. 

Once Azzi makes her way to the table Paige stands up and takes the time to introduce her to everyone before sitting back down, obviously with enough room for Azzi next to her. “This is Ice, Kk, Sarah and Aubrey, they all on the basketball team” now addressing the girls “everyone this is Azzi”

“Nice to meet you all.” Azzi gives a small wave, her usual easy smile in place. She starts to follow suit and sits down next to Paige. 

Ice, still rubbing her arm from Paige’s enthusiastic assault, raises an eyebrow. “You sure you wanna sit here? Paige might pass out from excitement.”

Azzi laughs, sliding into the open seat beside Paige. “I think I can handle it.”

“Oh, she’s bold,” Sarah remarks with Kk, exchanging knowing looks with her.

Paige rolls her eyes, trying to act unbothered, but her body betrays her—she’s sitting just a little too straight, her leg bouncing under the table. She can feel Jana watching her, ready to collect evidence for later roasting.

“So, you hoop?” Ice asks, taking a sip from her Gatorade.

“Yeah,” Azzi nods. “I was supposed to play at my old school, but moving kinda threw things off.”

“Well, we could use another shooter,” Aubrey chimes in. “Paige thinks she’s Steph Curry, but she’s more like Jordan Poole.”

The table howls.

Paige glares at Aubrey. “That was uncalled for.”

Azzi leans in slightly, her voice teasing. “I don’t know… I can see it.”

“Oh, you’re a hater too?” Paige places a hand over her chest in mock betrayal. “That’s crazy.”

Azzi shrugs, grinning. “Just saying, I might have to show you up at practice.”

The table erupts again, Kk smacking the table. “Ohhh, she’s funny.”

Paige huffs but can’t stop the smile creeping onto her face. She likes this. The banter, the energy. She hasn’t even seen Azzi play yet, but she already knows she’s gonna be ridiculous on the court. And that? That’s dangerous.

***

Azzi has one class left until basketball “tryouts” and it’s math. She walks in and like every other class the teacher makes her introduce herself. She goes to sit down. 

“Hey I’m Qadence” the girl next to her says

“Hi nice to meet you”

“I saw you earlier with the basketball girls, you play?”

“Yeah, I played for my school and aau back home, now though I’m still tryna see where I can play.”

“Oh cool. I play too, you comin to practice today or nah?”

“Yeah I’m coming. Don’t have any clothes though so Paige is giving me some” 

Qadence raises her eyebrows at that “Be careful around her, she’s def tryna to get with you”

Azzi chuckles, shaking her head. “Yeah, I kinda figured.”

Qadence smirks. “She’s got a reputation, you know. Paige is cool, don’t get me wrong, but she’s always got a roster.”

Azzi considers that. She already picked up on Paige’s energy—confident, flirty, definitely the type who knew exactly what to say to make people fall for her. 

“I’m serious though,” she says. “She’s got a bad habit of making people think they’re special when they’re not.”

Azzi’s smile falters just a little. “What do you mean?”

Qadence sighs, tapping her pencil against her desk. “She flirts. A lot. And not in the harmless, fun way—like, she makes people feel like they really have a shot with her, then the second they start catching feelings, she’s onto the next.”

Azzi frowns. She thinks back to lunch, to the way Paige had scooted closer to make room for her, the way she immediately wanted to help her with basketball, the way she’d looked at her—like she was already picturing something between them.

“She’s done that to you?” Azzi asks.

Qadence snorts. “Nah, I don’t play that game. But I’ve seen it happen. I'm friends with this girl Sophia, and her and Paige were talkin and stuff like Paige had her thinking they were something, and then over break, she was making out with some other chick.”

Azzi raises an eyebrow. “Damn.”

“Exactly.” Qadence leans back, watching Azzi carefully. “Just saying—if you’re just here to hoop, cool. But if you’re thinking about Paige as anything more than a teammate? Be careful.”

Azzi nods, but something about the conversation sticks with her. She doesn’t know Paige well, but she doesn’t like the idea of being played with.

Maybe she should keep her distance.

Maybe Paige isn’t as charming as she seemed at lunch. 

[masteri-0]

Wing preening and pampering! Searched thru the tags just to find this thread again, phew.

Shen Qingqiu probably has his disciples preening his wings as well right? Can't imagine his little sheep of a disciple (and all the other ducklings) not jumping at the chance to assist (then again, if there already is a competition among the peak lords for it... Good luck kids)

Mu Qingfang likely gets his time to shine whenever his trouble magnet of a shixiong goes down the mountain and encounters some plant or other that just blasts him with pollens of the sorts. I'd imagine powdery stuff wld be a bitch to get out of feathers, and since the pollen may have various effects, it's really only right to let a medical professional handle the cleaning! And if Mu Qingfang takes juuuust a little longer to make sure everything is taken care of, beyond the pollen and such, well, that's between him and his tools.

Also! Is there a beast peak lord? (I'm honestly inclined to say no, because there's just no fucking way it wouldn't have come up in Shen Yuan's narration in canon, but we'll ignore that cos it's more fun that way) You can't tell me the peak lord of literal beasts wouldn't be an absolute expert at wing care AND get along spectacularly with Shen Qingqiu 2.0, beast nerd extraordinaire™

Actually no, scratch that, they'd get along like a house on fire. Not in the sense that they hate each other, but that they're each other's worst enablers. I don't even have a name for this peak lord (maybe Wan Qingshou?) but the ideas are flowing. They'd be doing the most batshit insane things (to others, they find it perfectly reasonable, it's for science!) like observing a Winged Python Leopard mother with her cubs (they're dangerous even to golden core cultivators, and their aggression spikes when it concerns their kids, like bears) to document their behaviors, bringing back orphaned baby beasts (YQY spent a while trying to convince them to return the more dangerous ones to their natural habitats, it was painful for all involved), and at one point they disappeared off their peaks for a month and a half before someone spotted them hunched in the bushes jotting down notes. Multiple interventions have been held. None have been effective. Disney Princess�� Shen Qingqiuyuan argues that there was never any danger and they know what they're doing. (Liu Qingge found Shen Qingqiu squashed beneath a Three-headed Spotted Lion and feared for the worst. Shen Qingqiu was just appreciating the fluffy weighted blanket that decided he was good enough to cuddle with)

At some point a peak lord, Wei Qingwei probably, sits their asses down and gives them a safety lecture normally reserved for disciples going on their first nighthunt. Does it work? Nope. Is this idea even realistic? Probably not. No idea how I got so far derailed from preening to here. Lol. What are the disciples doing in the meantime? Crying about their Shizun's disappearance, but also, gushing over all the new detailed beastiaries. Really, he's contributing to the world! Okay I'll stop here. I need to stop. Holy.

ahhh i'm glad you like it!! and you're SPOT ON with the pampering and carrying the other peak lords do<3 whether he's in his small bird form or his big human form with large wings, doesn't matter, he's getting picked up!! (i love liu qingge playing taxi chauffeur and realizing with horror that he likes holding shen qingqiu in his arms a little too much🤭)

so so so, i was just thinking about preening, if this is a canon compliant au, and shen yuan got dropped off in another's body, he probably has no idea how to take care of his bird features, let alone his wings, like how to align the feathers, removing molted ones, dust bathing to remove excess and stale lipids so his plumage stays fluffy, or taking care of pin feathers (new pin feathers have a blood supply flowing through it, if the pin is damaged, it can bleed pretty heavily!), so he just... doesn't. no more than clumsily washing them when he bathes, anyway. and then his wings start itching, and hurting, and the feathers are all askew, and he has all these tattered clumps and pins that hurt when he picks at it and what is he supposed to do...???

naturally, people notice when the prim proper scholar's peak lord, with the perfect hair and flawless skin, has two disheveled wings trailing after him. some of them are worried it might be some sign of self-neglect (also bc it's specifically his demon features that look uncared for), and of course when shen qingqiu coughs once so to speak, yue qingyuan shows up at his doorstep; and i was thinkingggg..... different peak lords taking turns coming to his bamboo house for some casual wing care and preening..... in some bird species preening each other strengthens the trust and bond between the two, for crows it's even a big aspect of social bonding! crows preen their young, their mates, and sick or injured birds, so it's only nature that a ill-feeling shen qingqiu relies on his companions to help him when he's incapable himself...

also because i can't stop imagining shen qingqiu sprawled out across liu qingge or yue qingyuan's lap in bliss while they very carefully align his feathers and tease out molted ones, maybe freeing some matured pin feathers, feeling akin to having his hair brushed and played with while they take care of hard to reach places (thinking about how allopreening birds in nature often have less ticks/healthier plumage bc other birds reach places they can't, but shen jiu probably wouldn't let anyone touch his wings so some parts of them were always a little... messy).

some birds (like parrots) might even overpreen when exposed to strong scents, so all the peak lords quickly learn not to put on too much or heavy perfume because it makes shen qingqiu rub and dig into his wings until feathers fall out

(and i haven't even mentioned the sheer angst potential of stress plucking, but ahh this ask is already so long!!!)

OOOOH MY GOD!!! That's such a wholesome idea. I can already imagine it - and it's always a fight of who gets to preen Shen Qingqiu's wings, to the point where it actually turns into a fight (thanks to Liu Qingge) and it's almost an all-out brawl until Mu Qingfang (the only reasonable peak lord jhebus) makes everyone draw lots to see who gets to do it (- and then cheats because everyone else is so hyped up from the brawl, and his dear shixiong simply cannot deal with such stress!!). It becomes a natural thing to come up with different ways of deciding (unless Shen Qingqiu asks one, then the others just have to choke on vinegar(kiiiidding sort of)), and the peak lord who got to do it last time is not allowed to participate in the next game because that's unfair! Spitballing about how different peak lords go about offering it at first, if I may!! I think that Qi Qingqi would be actually quite gentle about it - she's used to helping out the girls with their hair and other things (shark week 😔😔), so she knows how to go about being like, "hey, I know we don't always get along but I'm going to help you out with your wings, 'kay?" and he is immediately just like "jesus christ please save me from this torment pleasepleaseplease" - kidding, kidding, he'd be much more hesitant about it because he knows that his wings are delicate and he needs to place his trust in whoever's touching them. Qi Qingqi has been...hostile towards him (because of Shen Jiu, so he can't be too offended), and this could be a moment of weakness (- jesus, bestie boo, I'm making him sound like Shen Jiu) but...his wings hurt :[ At first it's awkward, but then Shen Qingqiu relaxes and it does NOT become a gossip session (it should and it does, you can take that from my cold dead hands). Of course, Yue Qingyuan is the first to offer at all, being all like "xiao-Jiu plleeeaaasseeee 🥺" and who is Shen Qingqiu to resist those puppy dog eyes? He seems to have a history with Shen Jiu so it wouldn't be suspicious of him to deign to allow Yue Qingyuan to help out. Of course, Shen Jiu used to let Yue Qingyuan preen his wings on the streets (if we're going that route), so he's skilled and immediately makes Shen Qingqiu feel comfortable as he feels the itchy feeling in his wings FINALLY disappear with every movement the other man makes. Of course, he should be analysing so he can learn to do it himself but...he's so comfy :( When Liu Qingge first does it, it's on a mission! GASP!! Yue Qingyuan sent them on a mission together because it was a matter of both brute force that needed some form of plan involved that wasn't just "grab smash kill" (and mayyybe he wanted his shidi to bond, who cares? Shen Qingqiu has been a lot less hostile recently, and he's going to take advantage). So, they're out on this mission, and it's a LOT fucking harder than they first thought, leaving them waylaid in the forests (stereotypical I know but screw you (/j)). Shen Yuan's (for brevity's sake) wings are slowly getting worse and he's so very uncomfortable but he can't reach the worse bits so he forces himself to abandon his pride for a second and begrudgingly ask Liu Qingge for help! Obviously, Liu Qingge has no clue what he's doing and has to be guided by Shen Yuan (Liu Qingge later claims to not at all be nervous, but his hands were shaking because he didn't mind this new Shen Qingqiu and didn't reaally want to hurt him). The next time Shen Yuan needs his wings preening, Liu Qingge (literally) kicks the door down to offer to do it. He may seem overly aggressive when he manhandles the peak lord, but he's really quite gentle. I do want to yap about the other peak lords, but this answer's really long already!!! If you want me to, please let me know, because I severely want to expose myself as a Mu Qingfang and Wei Qingwei fan and PLEASE tell me more about the angst potential pretty please, I'll be like Yue Qingyuan at your door with puppy dog eyes. I'm INVESTED NOW, GOD.

[holyblonded]

I know Estrella is the main character, but I'm in love with Soleil. So, is she ever jealous? Like, and opposite player is top close with Estrella and she doesn't like it? Like, I could totally see her being a small baby about it and Estrella giving her extra cuddles and kisses 🥹🥹🥹🥹

— no because i love soleil too!! shis the quiet, sweet, artsy girlfriend… but she can be a bit jealous and insecure, especially when it comes to estrella.

— she’s not obvious about it at first. she won’t make a scene or start drama, but the moment an opposing player is a little too friendly with estrella. like lingering hugs after the match, playful shoulder bumps, or flirty smiles, soleil’s jaw clenches and she goes quiet.

— estrella never really notices at first because she’s oblivious, hugging everyone, being sweet, and not thinking twice. but soleil is standing on the sidelines, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed together.

— estrella will notice eventually when soleil barely looks at her after the game, clearly sulking. “bébé… what’s wrong?”

— soleil will deny it at first. “nothing. i’m fine.” but she’s so not fine. she’s scrolling through her phone aggressively, not looking at estrella, and estrella’s like, “you’re mad.”

— eventually estrella pieces it together. “is this about that girl from the other team?”

— soleil huffs, looking away. “she was too close. i didn’t like it.”

— estrella literally melts. because soleil rarely ever gets like this and it’s so cute and soft when she does.

— she’ll pull soleil into her lap, arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her temple over and over. “bébé, no one gets me like you do. you’re my person. she’s just a handshake, you’re my whole life.”

— soleil mumbles, “she touched your arm for too long.”

— estrella grinning, kissing her cheek, jaw, nose, “so you want me to keep my hugs just for you?”

— soleil nodding seriously, still being a little sulky. “yes.”

— estrella wrapping her tighter. “done. all the hugs, all the kisses, all the cuddles only for my girl.”

— soleil softening immediately and curling into estrella like she hasn’t been pouting for the last twenty minutes.

— estrella spoiling her extra that night, forehead kisses, back rubs, cheek squishes, sweet words in catalan, spanish, and english, until soleil is completely melted and smiling again.

— the next time someone tries to get too friendly with estrella after a match, estrella’s literally looking over her shoulder like is soleil watching? okay no hug, bye.

— and soleil just grins smugly from the stands. because estrella is hers.

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Test Subject X G/N Scientist Reader

I promise I did have something for 100 followers 😭 I spent a week drawing them all but I hated the quality and the end product soooo let's not talk about it 👀 Thank you so much for 100+ followers though, genuinely means a lot - (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ Jay

Trigger warnings! Mentions of murder, I mean the Yandere isolated from the real world, not much else he's one of the more needy ones ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌, This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!

Now this is the same universe as Yandere hero and Yandere Villain. When humans have so much super strength and speed of course the government was going to want to control it! There's only so much they can do with contracts and training but if they were to make a hero? They have full ownership! (Full control)

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was the only subject because they realised too late this was a terrible idea. He was aggressive, and strong...far too strong.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject spent his whole childhood in tests and never really had a connection with anyone. Not that he wanted one, he hated all these damn people in lab coats.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who had to be chained and muzzled while getting tests done because last time he was free he broke the poor scientists arm just by grabbing it.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was the exact same when meeting you for the first time. He snarled and growled more like an animal if anything. What he didn't understand was why you got so close.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was even more surprised when you unchained him from the wall. Giving him a chance to walk around you.

"Can't expect you to trust me if you can't move, now can I?" you smile a little, Yandere Test Subject steps forward in your space.

You look up. he's huge, 6'4 at least. You know about his violent past as well but you know he's not going to change if your team continues treating him like this.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was monitoring you, watching you chest rise and fall fast. You're scared like everyone else but your brave enough to stand next to him. He can't describe it, he doesn't like it but he doesn't hate it either. (poor boy was never taught how to describe his feelings)

"I'm (Reader)!" You put your hand out. All the other scientists monitoring you in another room all flinch or look away. excepting you to have your hand ripped off. "I'm new! I'll be working on your case. I'll try and help you set goals you can aim to achieve!"

🦠 Yandere Test Subject GRIPS your hand, trying to get a reaction out of you.

"And what goals would those be?" He's voice is deep and gravely, like it's been damaged. "We could take you to the garden!" You squealed out, his grip was in fact painful but you tried to hide it.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject face soften. "I got told that wasn't allowed?" He remembers destroying half of the lab because he wasn't allowed outside as a teenage. It took a whole swat team to tranquilise him.

"Well not right now but I do truly believe we can get you to that point!" You smiled.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who got used to you coming and seeing him. He would never admit it but he liked you. He was even allowed the muzzle off after promising not to bite you! (Oh Yandere Test Subject was such a biter as a child)

🦠 You felt bad for Yandere Test Subject he didn't even have a name at first!

"What's your name?"

"00."

"Oh no not your number Hun, your name?"

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was embarrassed when he realised he didn't have one, what he didn't expect was you to come in the next day with a book worth of names. He chose Malachi.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who grew incredibly attracted to you. Hugging you every morning, Obviously he got told that wasn't allowed but really try telling him no. You think that'd good well?

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who'd ask you about the real world all the time! He was envious when you'd let him about all the stuff you did but he was always fascinated by the real world.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who could finally go to the labs garden! (They finished building high enough wall around it)

It really hadn't been looked after. Everything was dead and the atmosphere was just depressing.

"Oh Malachi, I'm sorry." You felt really bad, like the worst bad you could feel. You got his hopes so high. "It's not your fault. They would of started neglecting this place years before you were even here."

His voice is low, he's upset but doesn't know how to manage it. You see his knuckles turn white has a clenches his hand into a fist.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was surprised when he felt you take one of his hands and started massaging it. It did help him relax a bit.

One time you were late for work because you were in the cross fire of a Villain and Hero fighting. By the time you got to work all the alarms were going off.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject had got loose trying to find you.

You were still a little disoriented when two hands grabbed your shoulders to turn you towards them. "Where were you!? Why weren't you here with me!?" Yandere Test Subject asks question after question and till he noticed the tiny cuts around your face.

You were swept off your feet and he started walking towards the medical room. By the time everyone had calmed down you were back in the observation room with Yandere Test Subject.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was confused you had never told him about the dangers of the real world. That's what you've been coming from everyday?

🦠That night Yandere Test Subject decided he'd had enough of the little routine they had for him. When he was a young kid they could stop him but he knows his power now. Nobody had time to warn anyone or to even scream.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was a bit embarrassed when he realised he found killing the easier part of escaping because god damn are road signs confusing. He had looked at you confidential details. He knows where you are, it's just getting to you he's struggling with.

You were laying in bed ,unable to sleep. Something just felt wrong. You got up to check your door was locked when you hear a thud from the other side. You yelp a little and go to run away till you hear "(Reader)! This is your place right?" Huh!? Why is he here!?

It didn't take you long to piece together what happened. The blood you were washing from underneath his nails proved as much. "I'm angry with you." You've learnt being blunt is the best way to be with him. "What!? Why!?" He sounds genuinely upset. "Because you hurt people! They had a life, a family!"

"They kept me there just for being alive...I think I had the right" He mumbles the last part not wanting to look you in the eyes. "I'll be good now ,I promise! If you teach me I could take care of the cleaning, the cooking, anything! Even if they realise where I've gone they're not going to remove me. They couldn't get me away from you even if they tried."

Apart from the creepy last part you realised he did have a point. They weren't going to do much about him living with you now...Great.

I like to think he then became a silly little househusband - Jay

Now I did think to celebrate you guys could choose what fic you get next!

All will be released but the order in which is up to you guys!

[mocchii-writes]

OKAH CRAZY IDEA!!! What about a fake dating scenario with Thanos and Myung-gi’s sister!reader. Where she’s pissed at her brother so she gets with Thanos as payback (vice versa because Thanos wants to piss him off as well) but then they end up actually falling for each other

You're the Queen of the Superficial, How Long Before You Tell the Truth?

Paring: Choi Su-Bong (Thanos) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your brother can't seem to grasp that he can't control you. That's the only reason you're still "dating" Thanos, right...?

Words: maybe 3k

Warnings: Swearing, Thanos might be ooc but he's just kind of a softie, half proof read, I love fake dating tropes tehe

~🍡🍡

You lean forward in the bathroom mirror, trying to fix your appearance as much as you can, seeing as you didn't have a change of clothes, let alone shampoo. Your mind keeps drifting to your most recent argument with your brother, Myung-gi, no matter how badly you want to forget about it. Siblings bicker, right?

Well, your friends had never reported stories of their siblings being THAT bitchy. Maybe he does need something to remind him that he's not in control of you. You know that it's not really a good setting to go plotting revenge plans on your older brother, but you figure you should do it while you have the motivation to ignore any guilt that might crawl into your mind afterward.

Your evil plotting is interrupted by the door of the bathroom swinging open. You spare a glance, continuing to adjust your hair, but your head whips back to the door almost immediately. You almost wanted to feel scared, seeing a man casually entering the women's bathroom, but it's not like Thanos was really that scary. At least, to you.

"I suspected you were a woman." You say smugly, returning your focus to the mirror, though you know you're not paying attention to it anymore. "I'll keep it a secret, don't worry." That makes him crack a small smile, before covering it with a scoff. You still see it, though. He walks slowly to the sink you're stationed at, and you can feel your heart rate quicken, but your face is monotone and carefree.

"You think you're funny?" He says, looking at you through the reflection in the mirror. The words appear aggressive, but you can hear the light-hearted tone in his voice.

"Yeah." You smile, making eye contact with him through the mirror. "You need something? Or are you just here to creep on poor vulnerable women?" He shakes his head, smiling again before seemingly sobering up if that's even possible.

"You close with that whiny MG Coin?" He says it like he's testing the waters. You know he's trying to see if you value your brother's reputation over whatever he has to offer you. It doesn't matter what he ends up offering. You'll probably agree. The thought alone makes you chuckle to yourself before looking back to your own reflection.

"Maybe. Why?" You can see the gears in his head moving, and you almost pity how slow they are, but you can't blame him when his pupils make his eyes look brown.

"I thought you two were a thing, at first. I realized pretty quick that I was wrong. I'm guessing close friends. Maybe family?" That surprises you, not expecting such a logical conclusion. You assume it's best to stop judging him by what you assume, then. He continues, "You don't seem to get along very well, y'know." He walks past you, brushing your shoulder before leaning against the sink beside you, resting his hands on the porcelain behind him and looking at you. It's a strong urge, to look at him, but you keep your composure, washing your hands.

"Spit it out, Junkie. I'm a busy girl." You smirk at his small scowl, but he hides it soon after. You shake your hands dry, looking lazily for something to dry them.

"Maybe I will if you let me get a breath between your fog of wit, yeah?" He laughs at his own joke, before sighing dryly as he looks around. "I think we both agree he needs a bit of a lesson, no?" That catches your attention, now. You look at him, raising an eyebrow. You look at his face, trying to read what his intentions are, but come up empty-handed.

"How so?" You sigh to yourself, failing to find towels as you wipe your hands on your jacket, waiting for his answer. When you don't get one quickly, you look back up to him, your jacket seemingly ineffective at drying you. Your eyes don't land on his, though. They rest on the paper towels he's holding to you. He's also a lot closer to you now, but your mind shakes the odd feeling in your gut as you grab them. "Thanks." You whisper, wiping your hands finally.

"Well, he's pretty protective of you, no? Seems a little suffocating, to me. Do you, like, have fun?" He's looking at your back as you toss the paper towels, turning around to him. You furrow your brows, still not able to figure out his intentions as you focus on him- until they're painfully clear. Your face relaxes from intrigue to a cocky smile, tilting your head at him.

"That depends on what your depiction of 'fun' is, now doesn't it?" You walk towards him, and you can tell he knows he's got you.

"You interested in finding out?" He doesn't try to hide his smirk as he crosses his arms, looking directly into your eyes. "Maybe fun is just about being in on the joke. It might not be funny to someone who thinks you're not joking." He's getting bolder, and you're sure you understand what he's trying to tell you.

You can feel two people staring at you, and only one of them isn't right next to you. Maybe this will be fun.

"How bold. Do you even know my favorite color? My name?" You smirk, enjoying the banter. "Try not to fall in love with me." You smile one more time at him before turning away, walking to the exit.

He doesn't say anything, but as you're walking down the hall, you feel him drape an arm around your shoulder, opening the door for you and guiding you to his corner.

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"C'mon, I found a team of 3 for us to join." You hear Myung-gi say from behind you. You smirk to yourself before turning around, faking your expression into confusion. You already had a plan as soon as they told you to form groups of 5.

"I thought you told me to figure it out myself, no?" You tilt your head as he rolls his eyes, leaning his jaw away as he scoffs.

"Are you seriously still mad about that? We don't have time to argue over this anymore. You're coming with me." He seems serious, but you can tell he's tired of your attitude. That's alright, though, because that's exactly what you wanted.

"Mmm... Nah, I'll pass, Big Bro. I've got a team already, anyway." You smile sweetly as he widens his eyes slightly. You sigh lightly and look to the clock. "Am I excused?"

"What? No, you're joining my group. Cut it out, stop being bitchy." He sounds like he's pleading, but his face has a sense of aggression in its expression, so you laugh.

"You know, you're wasting your time." You hear another voice say. You try to suppress a smirk but fail as you feel an arm slither around your waist, and you see Thanos next to you in your peripheral vision. "The lady says she's got a group, no?"

You can see Myung-gi's gears turning as he looks between the two of you.

"You're going to get yourself killed because you're being petty?" He says, ignoring Thanos. At least, trying. Myung-gi knows what you're doing, but he has to admit it's working. He's visibly struggling to not explode at you two. But, when you don't respond, he sighs sharply and walks away, shaking his head and muttering something about not being his problem.

Guess it's working, hm?

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You sit on Thanos's bed, vaguely listening to whatever the group is talking about, but you see your brother enter the bathrooms, and shoot a look to Thanos, who's also watching. You smirk at him as he makes eye contact with you, watching as he looks to Nam-gyu, who follows Myung-gi into the bathroom. You wish you could laugh and watch whatever conversation they're having, but the thought of that makes you pause after they're no longer visible.

That's your brother.

What are they doing?

You hadn't really thought about where Thanos would draw the line when "annoying" your brother, but you haven't exactly seen him stop himself from doing anything threatening. Your panic only increases.

Nam-gyu was even more of a gray area. You'd seen him throw punches over simple things, seen him curse at your group members for no reason. How long before he takes out all his pent-up anger on YOUR brother?

You can feel your facial expression drifting from the calmness it adopted a moment ago as your thoughts tumble and fall like an avalanche.

"What's up?" You say. You flick your eyes back to the bathroom door before neutralizing your expression and looking at him.

"What's up with you?" His arm is loosely around your back, and you can feel his body shifting ever so slightly. He looks away, shrugging and mumbling something before distracting himself.

"You have a way of avoiding questions, Baby," You still have to get used to the pet names with him, but it's easier when you can laugh at how uncomfortable it makes Thanos sometimes.

He glances at you briefly, moving his hand to your waist from your shoulder. He brushes his hand back and forth over your side before speaking. "You have a way of asking a lot of 'em, gorgeous." You let out a small huff at that, ignoring the twist in your stomach with the way he says "gorgeous".

You realize you should say something sooner before something happens that you can't take back, or someone gets really hurt. You open your mouth, glancing at the door again before sighing and distracting your eyes.

You can see his eyebrow raise from the corner of your eye, and he seems annoyed. He removes his arm from around you, almost shivering at the loss of warmth from his touch and stands up. You look at him, furrowing your brows. He sighs dramatically before walking to the bathroom.

What?

Now you're really worried. Does he know you're having second thoughts? Is he going to take the situation into his own hands? You scoff at your own overthinking and distract yourself again.

You snap your head at the sound of the bathroom door opening again, and you see Thanos strut out, looking honestly ridiculous with his overbearing ego, but your eyes move to Myung-gi, behind him. They aren't walking like they've resolved something, but they're not walking with limps. You let out a small exhale of relief, but you hide your stressful exterior as soon as Thanos is looking back to you.

He sits down next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder again, talking to Nam-gyu. He looks at you, noticing your staring.

"What?" He whispers. "Am I really that hot? Can't keep your eyes off me, huh?" He laughs breathily at your scoff as you roll your eyes.

"What happened in there?" You say, holding your sass in your voice high, trying to shield the vulnerability. His eyebrow raises, and he seems to look down on you for a minute, threatening to laugh or roll his eyes, but he just sucks his teeth and ignores your comment, continuing his boring conversation. You scoff at him, rolling your eyes.

He makes you want to slap him. Yell at him for being so cocky and useless, but you know you have to hold yourself up to par, at least in this setting. So, you begrudgingly move on, eyeing your brother. He seemed fine, but it's not like you could really examine him. You could swear someone was looking at you, but you kept your eyes on Myung-gi.

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His hand felt weird around yours, but Thanos pulled you through the crowd anyway. He doesn't drop your hand when you're both in the clear, ahead of the confused players, but it's probably because of shock, or maybe he's just distracted.

The large, round, carnival-like structure in the center of the brightly lit room caught everybody's eye, including your own. The rules are explained, a twisted game of musical chairs, with a communal touch. You want to believe that Thanos will help you through this game, but you can't help your doubts.

"Mingle?" You whisper, to nobody specifically, but Thanos replies anyway.

"Don't worry about it, pretty." He says playfully, his energy heightened along with Nam-gyu's. Their hyper personas would normally make you question or judge them, but you can't help laughing at their antics. Was it laughing at them or with? At, definitely. Right? Whatever, not your biggest issue anyway.

Pretty?

You both approach the platform, and Thanos helps you step up, keeping you close to him as you wait for further action.

You stumble, unprepared for the jerk of the surface below you as it begins spinning. You feel Thanos's hand on your back, stabilizing you briefly before it's pulled away. You shoot a playful glare at him before looking around. The music, cheery and loud, makes you want to scream again. You're not sure what it is, but the unnerving melody is certainly not helping your racing mind.

The platform halts, and you hear the first number.

"Ten."

Thanos pulls you through the crowd again, quickly recruiting some people and rushing to a room, celebrating. You want to tell him to stop dragging you around like a toddler, but when he drops your hand, you suddenly disagree with yourself. He has that effect on you, it seems. You've never gotten so twisted up in your own thoughts before over someone else, and it's starting to get on your nerves a bit, though you're not sure where to direct the anger.

Rounds go past rather quickly. Time flies when you're having fun, right? You always seem like you're a priority to Thanos, which you can appreciate, but you're sure it wouldn't be a very convincing relationship if one of you left the other to die. Yes, you trust him enough, but you can't deny stressing at the lower numbers being called, waiting for the moment his grip loosens, and you're left to search for another desperate group, but it never does.

That is, until the final round.

You're sure over a hundred people are dead at this point, but Thanos urged you to avoid your gaze from drifting to the small windows. You could feel a pit in your gut from abandoning some of your group members, but survival of the fittest, yeah?

You refocus yourself when you feel the platform stops again. You didn't stumble this time, congrats. Your success is short-lived though.

"Two."

You whip your head, looking at Thanos before immediately searching for your brother, or anybody, in the crowd. You think you hear Thanos scoff, and you can't help the anger bubbling inside you at that. He's laughing at you? Real brave of him, truly. You're sure you'll kill him if you survive, but your thoughts are cut short when you drop his hand and move away, only to be tugged back by the wrist.

"Where are you going?" He says, almost smiling. You furrow your brows, squinting at him. You look at Nam-gyu, but he's not there anymore. Your feet are moving quicker than your mind, and you're thrown against a bright blue wall, crashing to the floor suddenly before your head flies up, exasperated breaths coming from your mouth.

7 seconds.

Thanos is struggling with another guy, fighting to push him out of the room.

4 seconds.

You leap up, ignoring the ache in your thigh as you run and plant a firm kick to the side of the stranger, sending him to the ground outside of your room.

1 second.

Thanos slams the door shut just before you hear a click as you fall back to the floor, panting.

Thanos is at your side in an instant, one hand on the ground next to you, the other on your arm. "Are you okay?" You scoff, looking at the ceiling and pondering your life choices.

"You didn't have to chuck me at the wall, fuck." You roll your eyes and look down at him, but your gut seems to stab itself when you see his face. He's not smirking or annoyed, but he looks... scared. I mean, yeah. This game is scary, obviously, Jesus-

"I'm sorry. We didn't have a lot of time, though." He says, his fearful expression simmering to something more focused. Gentle, almost. You really want to be nice. To play house and be gentle, but it feels too unfamiliar to you, so you fuck it up.

"You're sorry? Hah. That's a first, isn't it? Didn't think you were this committed, but your worries should be focused on Nam-gyu's reaction. How sour was he? Saving your little girlfriend over him." You immediately feel bad, seeing the way his eyes drift away for a moment, but you just sigh, barely flinching at the gunshots in the distance.

"Whatever." He mutters, standing up and looking through the window in the door, but you know he's just trying to be somewhere other than next to you. He's not looking for anybody, just watching the guards play with their guns and shit. fuck. You want to bang your head against the wall. He was so open, looking at you like you were everything to him.

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Ugh, it's fine. He doesn't actually care, he's just pissy you're not playing along. What happened to fun? You're the one thinking too much about this. You want to clear the air, but you know you'd only humiliate yourself. You're good at ignoring your better judgment so far, though.

"So blue, yeah? I prefer pink." You say, looking to the bright walls. "Or did it look like purple in the chaotic lighting?" He doesn't respond for a second.

"I prefer purple." He says dryly. You scoff.

"That tracks."

The door opens and Thanos leaves you aching on the floor, and you tilt your jaw with a "tch", standing up and walking to exit the "arena" of sorts, your mind flooded and empty all at once.

You don't say anything to him when you're in line for dinner. Or when you sit and eat. Or after that. You figure; if he really does like you, he'll clear the air. But he never does, and you hate the fact that upsets you. You miss his eyes, but they seem to be burning holes into your face, so you don't look back up at them, even after he looks elsewhere.

Nam-gyu doesn't seem to be too angry. Apparently, he had a partner thrown at him by Thanos. Or at least, that's what you've overheard from their dry conversation. You felt like you shouldn't ask, though, seeing as Nam-gyu already wasn't a huge fan.

Thanos wasn't that good at selling your "sexy couple" vibe currently. He was sitting beside you, not touching you. He was almost moping if you didn't know better. You felt him move a bit, and you felt like your skin was being lit on fire, not in a good way. You huff, accidentally gaining his attention as you hop off the bed, walking to the restrooms without another glance. You need a minute. Maybe a few.

You push the restroom door open, glancing behind you at the eerie corridor, before walking inside. There isn't anybody else in the room, from what you can tell. You walk to a mirror and take a long breath, your hands gripping the sink dramatically. Look at you, what a mess.

Then, to nobody's surprise, the door opens. You quickly withdraw your hands from the sides of the sink, not sparing a glance to your side as you turn on the faucet.

The cold water splashes your hands as you cup them, bringing them to your face as you lean down, splashing your skin with the water. You hear footsteps behind you, a tearing of something, then footsteps around to your other side.

"This feels familiar, hm?" Thanos hums, but you can hear the softness in his voice like he's pleading with you. It's a strong urge, to look at him, but you keep your composure.

"I always knew you were a woman." You say, wiping your face with your sleeves. He laughs gently, handing you a paper towel ready in his hands. You glance at it, then finally at him. He doesn't look like a kicked puppy, but he's also not being cocky. You take it with a scoff and pat your face dry. You toss it into the trash before walking away.

"Hold up." He calls, not moving. You stop, nonetheless, and turn your head to the side. He kisses his teeth, glancing around before pushing away from the wall and walking to you. You look forward again, dropping your gaze a bit as you exhale defeatedly before turning around.

He was closer than you thought, and you have to tilt your chin a bit to really look at him. He looks down at you, his face calm and unreadable. You suddenly feel odd under his gaze, averting your eyes to something behind him, and he chuckles quietly, the sound making you swallow.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" You whisper, but it comes out less than confident. He tilts his head, his eyes shifting to a warmer gaze when you look to him again.

He looks like he's going to say something snobby back, and you wholeheartedly expect him to, but instead, he sighs lightly. He's almost smiling, just looking at you. His lips curved on the end just barely. You roll your eyes, scoffing.

"What, are you about to fucking propose?" You say, but your face is nothing like your words. Your brows are furrowed upwards, and you can feel yourself smiling.

"Maybe I am." He flicks his eyebrows up, and you laugh. He smiles at the sound, feeling himself open a curtain in his mind. He opens his mouth like he's going to say something to you, but he quickly shuts it again, making you huff lightly.

"I guess not, I just thought you were upset." You tilt your head as your expression softens. He can see it out of the corner of his eye, and it makes him stumble over himself internally. "But you're clearly just as sour as yesterday. And the day before. And the-" You scoff and shove him a bit.

"Got something to say? I'm a busy girl, junkie." You smile. He shakes his head, laughing at your callback as he looks to the side.

"Shut up! Maybe being around you is taking its toll, huh?" You shake your head as he laughs. "Maybe I should call you a bitch instead of Thanos. Actually, I like the sound of junkie." You smile playfully as he scoffs.

"Stick with Thanos. Or Su-bong." You tilt your head, smiling lightly.

"Alright." You nod, taking note of his soft smile.

The sound of footsteps makes you whip your head to the door behind you, and the air thickens. You don't realize your breath is caught in your throat until Thanos brushes past you and exits the bathroom. You follow, exhaling.

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The big piggy bank lowers gloriously down before filling with stack after stack of cash, thematic music and lighting creating an atmosphere that you can't deny is nice, but your eyes are drifiting to Thanos anyway. Who can blame you, right? The soft golden lighting hits his skin so pleasantly, and the angle of his jaw as his head is tilted slightly forwards is oh-so satsfying to look at.

You know you're staring, so you know the effort to glance away is useless when he looks back at you.

"Like what you see?" He says, cockily. You scoff and roll your eyes, faux annoyance in your expression as you reply.

"Hardly." You want to say something wittier, but you're almost awe-struck when he turns his face to you. You want to smack yourself for catching feelings, but you then remind yourself that admiring someone is not being in love with them.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Thanos smiles, noticing your fluster. He lets his eyes wander your face noticeably, before looking back to the scene before you two. His hand moves to rest on your knee, and your stomach seems to be misplaced. You lean your head on his shoulder, hoping to sell the "lovers" look.

Right?

That's why you're letting him rest his head on top of yours?

Your eyes unfocus, your mind lost in a whirlwind of second-guesses and unfamiliar feelings. You want to laugh at yourself for getting so caught up in the act, but you also want to admit that you feel something for Thanos. That thought makes you adjust yourself uncomftorably, biting your lip.

It wasn't an act, was it? At least not for you. You wanted him to touch you, to hold you and complement you.

But that's stupid. He'd laugh in your face. Do you even know him? His name? His favorite color?

Well, you do, actually...

You feel Thanos lift his head off yours, and you realize the gueards have left. They really talk a lot, you tend to zone them out, apparently.

Your gaze finds Thanos again, really looking at him. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow, tilting his head a bit.

You laugh softly, looking elsewhere. Your eyes land on your brother, who isn't even looking at you two. You notice you don't mind that your plan isn't working, and that only makes you think more.

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You sit on Thanos's bed, talking to him- just unimportant chit-chat. You heard the announcement for lights out a few minutes ago, but you figured a bit longer with Thanos couldn't hurt.

A countdown begins, and you look to the open space in the center of the room. "I should probably get to bed." You whisper, glancing back at him. You want to say he looks disapointed, but you can't.

"Alright." He says.

Your eyes drift elsewhere thoughtfully. He seems to notice.

"Or would you rather stay?" He pulls his lips into a sly smile, and you hate that you can't tell if he's being serious. He probably isn't, but you have room to hope, right?

"Are you offering?" You smile back, tilting your head.

"Are you accepting?" He winks at you, and you scoff at him, biting back a laugh as the lights flicker off.

A comftorable silence falls between you, but you can still see his face in the glow of the room. You knew he was looking at you, and you only knew that because you were looking at him.

"Su-bong...?" You whisper, causing him to straighten his head and keep his gaze on you, not responding for a minute.

"Hm?"

You glance at the blankets before laughing dryly at your own shyness. He raises an eyebrow, sitting up a bit to see you better.

"Myung-gi doesn't really care about our little stunt anymore." You say, looking to the side before back at him. His eyes are somewhere left, unfocused as he hums again.

"What does that mean?" He says, looking back to you. You know he understands the literal meaning of the phrase, but you still don't know the answer to his question.

"Do we stop?" You ask, making eye contact with him.

He tilts his head at your words, seemingly trying to decipher what you said, but he comes up blank.

"Do you want to?" He doesn't say it in a way that teases you, nor in a way that makes you think he's high or fucking with you, so your jaw opens slightly.

You didn't even know the answer to that one.

Well, you do, but you're going to continue to pretend you don't.

"Do you?" You ask, your voice coming out quieter than you had wanted, the tension thick between you two.

He doesn't reply for a second, before you see his dimly-lit figure moving forward. You almost flinch, but your mind is quickly elsewhere when you feel his lips crash onto yours.

You hum, bringing your hands to his jaw, gently holding it and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips, and into his hair, tangling into his short strands, kissing him back eagerly. He smirks at your energy, hands finding your waist as rubbing your sides as he kisses you.

He pulls back slightly, both of you breathing heavy as he rests his forehead against yours, looking at you.

You yawn, causing you both to chuckle as he pulls his head away.

"You need sleep, baby." He whispers, making your face flush in the dark. You nod as he pulls you down to lay beside him, softly holding you like you were precious glass.

You sigh sleepily as your arms wrap over his shoulders. This was probably a bad idea, but when is the truth ever wrong, right?

Idk if the ending feels rushed, but I have so much writing to catch up on oh lordy lord

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[moniquill]

'you think I'm a fucking idiot?? you think I'm some stupid baby who can't tell the fucking difference??'

I did not imply that in any way. I asked 'How can you tell the difference between portrayal and romanticism?' because I want to know your method of evaluation. I asked 'Why are you deeply concerned about how other people feel when they read fiction that disgusts and horrifies you?' because I'd like you to explain.

I understand that you might come from a body of experience where people say things that they don't mean in order to convey some kind of double message - that's a form of passive aggression. Let me assure you that there is no secret extra meaning to my words. I am not trying to imply anything. I'm asking direct questions that I would like answers to.

You have not answered how you can tell the difference between 'a depiction of someone or something in a work of art or literature' and a portrayal 'that deals with or describes in an idealized or unrealistic fashion; making something seem better or more appealing than it really is.'

You've stated the meanings of two words; I want to know HOW you distinguish between these categories.

Your 'examples' are too broad to be functional; 'a story where all victims can relate to' is not possible.

Who decides what is or is not realistic, and how?

Who decides what is or is not respectful, and how?

Who decides what is or is not appealing (sexually or otherwise), and how?

How do you know what other people will think when looking at a work of fiction, and why does it matter?

Furthermore, what should be done about fiction that is, in fact, intended to be both sexually stimulating and violent/gorey etc? I could provide examples of the kind of thing that I mean, but I hesitate to because you are a child and it would be irresponsible of me to link you to pornographic material (even though all of the places that I know that host such material require you to indicate that you're over 18 before proceeding and at that point clicking would be a conscious choice on your part to view the objectionable material, predicated on a lie)

Can you give actual examples of the kind of works that you've seen that are objectionable in the above ways?

Also, let me be entirely clear that I have read your whole post. This response is not

snark·y

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adjective

informal•North American

adjective: snarky; comparative adjective: snarkier; superlative adjective: snarkiest

critical or mocking in an indirect or sarcastic way."snarky remarks"

bad-tempered or irritable.

If you were to report my account, what grounds would you be reporting on? Where in any of my responses so far have I violated the TOS?

Also also,

'if you're going to argue make believable points not ragebaity posts'

"In internet slang, rage-baiting (also rage-farming) is the manipulative tactic of eliciting outrage with the goal of increasing internet traffic, online engagement, revenue and support.[1][2] Rage baiting or farming can be used as a tool to increase engagement, attract subscribers, followers, and supporters, which can be financially lucrative.[3] Rage baiting and rage farming manipulates users to respond in kind to offensive, inflammatory headlines, memes, tropes, or comments."

What was your initial intent in making this post? What did you hope to achieve with your list of loaded questions?

real question,

why do proshippers love rape so much? do you guys want to rape someone irl?

why do you guys love pedophilia/grooming so much? have you ever had thoughts about doing those actions or irl minors?

why do you guys love incest so much? is this just a way for you to vent your frustration cause your sibling(s) /step sibling(s) rejected you for your literal illegal behavior?

why do you guys love all these crimes so much? why do you love it when someone calls sexual and predatory abuse attractive as if it hasn't traumatized billions of people word wide?

this is like a genuine question I'm being deadass

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Bucky's overprotective, reader has no sense of awareness. It's been a long day...with a lot of angsty hormones.

warnings: angst, unprotected sex, choking

"Oh, fuck off Bucky," I scoff, storming down the hallway to my room. He follows me, quick to grab me and pin me to the wall. I let out a huff of annoyance, trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp. "Can you lose the attitude? You can't just storm off whenever we need to have a conversation," he says calmly, fighting off the urge to yell. I roll my eyes clenching my jaw. "Yeah, you don't get to decide what I do with my spare time, Barnes. I work with you, and that's it. You don't get to act all overprotective every time I have a guy over." I say firmly, pushing him off of me. "You know it's not about that," he says, following me into my room. I turn to face him, shrugging my coat off. "Yeah? Then what's it fucking about?" I say sarcastically, draping the coat over my bed. He leans against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest. "He tried to kill you. Remember that? I told you he was dangerous, and you couldn't give a shit." He says, letting out a sigh. I roll my eyes as I take my shoes off, throwing my socks into the laundry basket at the corner of the room. "I remember that you brought a girl over the other day when I told you that she was bad news. So don't try to act like you're a saint either. I can handle myself fine," I huff, unzipping my pants, sliding them down my legs. His glare stays focused on my face, sucking in a breath. I aggressively open my bottom drawer, shuffling around for a pair of shorts. He says nothing for a moment, attention trained on my annoyed expression. "If you are just going to keep grilling me then just leave James. I don't need you to do your protective thing on me," I say, pulling my shirt over my head, throwing it into the basket. I glance over at him to see a very annoyed glare on his face; however, the moonlight casts a beautiful glow over his face which makes my legs a little weak. I swallow, opening the drawer to my shirts. I pick up a t-shirt, pulling it over my head. "Wearing my shirts now?" He asks, a smirk tugging at the edge of his perfect lips.

I look down at the material, confused. "Then fucking take it back, I don't want it," I yell, pulling it over my head. I glare at him as I walk over to shove it into his chest, letting out a huff. I leave the room, slamming the bathroom door shut as I groan in frustration. Maybe a shower could help me let off some steam, the long day mixed with Bucky's antics pushing me over the edge. I aggressively turn the water on, pulling my shorts and panties down my legs. I step out of them, kicking them to the corner as I unclasp my bra, huffing when I can't get it unclasped. I feel tears start to prickle at the edges of my eyes as I let out a sniffle, stepping into the shower. I let out a sigh of relief as the water started to cascade down my body, slowly running my hands down my hair. I continue onto my routine, thoughts swirling in my mind. This day had been utterly infuriating. People moving too slow, entitled assholes cutting me off. It was one of those days where you question if there is a God that wants you to feel pain. To top it off-- Bucky had been irritatingly overprotective lately. And boy did I want to fuck that annoying smirk off his face every second of the day. As I washed the last bit of conditioner out of my hair, however, I felt a pair of strong hands twirl me around, pinning me to the wall. I let out a gasp as my eyes find Bucky's blue ones, face flushing. "What the fuck are you doing-" I groan squirming in his hold. He leans down to kiss me hungrily, silencing my questions. What the fuck is happening right now?

Bewildered, I do the only thing I had ever really wanted to do. Kiss him back. My hands finally snaked out of his hold, reaching up to grasp the back of his neck to pull him closer. He groans into my mouth, chest flush to mine. "I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you sweetheart," he growls, pulling my body closer to his. I whine into his mouth as he lifts my hips to wrap around his torso, kissing down my jaw line to my neck. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his cock throbs at my entrance, hand sneaking down to rub the tip against my clit. I let out a whiney moan, head resting against the wall as he sucks hickies along my collarbone. Just when I was about to tell him to fuck me, he thrusts in, dick coated in my needy wetness. "Shit-" I moan, nails leaving little crescents on his toned back. He groans against my neck, thrusting into me at a relentless pace. "Deeper, please," I moan out, ragged breaths adding to the steam of the water. He obliges, pulling all the way out before thrusting all the way back in. I let out a scream clenching around his dick. Suddenly, his hand wraps around my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. A silent warning that he could do absolutely whatever he wanted to. I wanted to slap that smirk right off of his face when my pussy clenched around him at the sensation of metal to skin. "You gonna cum baby?" He groans, tongue poking out to wet his lips. I was too fucked-out to answer, a quiet moan slipping from my mouth at his words. He thrusts faster, tip kissing my g-spot beautifully. My chest rises a falls at a quick pace, the coil in my tummy on the verge of snapping. It didn't take long for Bucky to notice my eyes fluttering closed, forehead resting on his to know I was close. He kisses me feverishly, swallowing my moans as my body start to shake in touch. My eyes roll to the back of my head, body going weak in his arms. I pant against his neck, hands wrapping around his neck as he gently sets me down. "I'm still mad at you," I whisper, closing my eyes as I rest my head on the cool tile.

"It's okay, I can just make you forget." He says cooly, sinking to his knees.

[thepraline]

I wonder how many of you finally broke down and clicked follow because you got annoyed with constantly seeing me in the tags 😮‍💨

But anyway yes...I have been on a post spree, because as everyone knows by now I got knocked right back down to square 1 of building a blog, so it's good to start strong 😂. I won't be as aggressive next month because I'll be busy + I have enough posts out.

I do feel like I've been being more creative on this blog at least. While the creativity has to have "tumblr please don't think the underwear is my pussy" limitation...I'm still doing different stuff.

All I'm saying is I ATE THE NUKE, got to business, now I can chill.

[anonmousegosqueek]

So, I was thinking about poly 141 complete (GhostSoapGazPriceNik)

So, maybe they go in Christmas leave at Johnny's house, and Johnny's parents are completly clueless about their relationship, both because John never addressed having a partner and because they are really casual aboit it (on base they kinda hide it, bot by hiding it for so long it became showing affections in small gestures that you have to look into to notice love between all of them).

The night comes down, the uncles, aunts, cousins and nieces go home, they remain in the Task Force and Johnny's parents and two of his sisters.

Johnny has to go to sleep in his old childhood room (tradition every time he goes on leave) and remain a guest room and the two small couches in the living room.

Maybe they don't fuck, but they defnitely cuddle, maybe one of them can't sleep and goes down in the kitchen and has a conversation with those that are in the living room or something like that. You choose who sleeps where ;)

AGHHHJ- FENNEC IM SORRY

So this was so scrumptious yummy texture thought that I wanted to make a whole fic, right? And I'm still gonna do that, no one can stop me. Problem is: I'm in waaaay over my head.

So yeah, this has been sitting in my ask box for too long 😔

I just wanted to say that I DIDN'T FORGET!

I'm just silly and struggling.

To tide me y'all over, I have some fun little sillys we came up with under the cut.

Ship name? Ghoappricenikroagaz. It's funny because pp.

Sleeping chart: Soap got his childhood bedroom, bottom bunk. They put Gaz in the top bunk, bro slept cuddled up to Soap every single night.

Ghost got the couch, Mama MacTavish apologized constantly about "making such a big lad sleep on the sofa" and such. Ghost didn't mind, Gaz thought it was hilarious.

Price and Nik got the spare room, mostly because they're the oldest. Soap jokes about being jealous, except he also totally sneaks in there one night. They wake up to a Sargent somehow on top of both of them, muttering in his sleep.

Roach comes in later (delayed flight/spent the first bit of break with his mom)

For being the "quiet" member, he won't. Shut. Up.

Everyone is dancing around the romantic aspect, he comes in with a kiss and an offer to suck dick.

He also starts to openly argue with the homophobic aunt. She's not homophobic out of hatred, she just doesn't think about it and keeps on talking about "when they get wives" she supports 'the gays' she just doesn't think about them. Roach reminds her in the most passive aggressive way possible*

*good for him! No notes, let him do whatever he wants.

Nik is out here, zoning the heck out while surrounded by a family all speaking literal Gaelic (yes I know most Scots speak English, I need this tho). 8 languages? Sure! *Scottish*?? Bro does not understand a bit of what they're saying.

Ghost has the easiest time with the language. As the resident Johnny Whisperer™, he can understand (mostly gathered from context clues) what the conversation is about

The sisters all have bets around what the heck is going on relationship-wise

At one point they literally gang up on Soap, cornering him like they're about to kill him.

You'll just have to wait and see how the conversation goes (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Ghost is the favorite uncle, full stop.

[deadrobinthoughts]

I want to put in a request but who are your core six? Do you write outside of batfam stuff? How do you characterize ?

My core six that I tend to focus on in my notes and quick ideas are: Jason, Tim, Damian, Dick, Kon, Bart + the occasional tack on of Constantine.

I do write for characters outside of the Batfam, however they are not requested of me. Most of my page is request work. I'm more than happy to write for any character dropped in my inbox if I have the knowledge to do so.

I.. characterize differently for everyone, so, I'm not sure how to answer that? I can show you how I write my core six, though?

Update: these are more of.. explanations lol but, they still count towards how I write them.

V1 Tim / 90s Tim: Dry, sarcastic, blunt, pretty fucking mean without always noticing it. Trust issues. Very sharp edged. Observant. Hyper competent. Somehow better with other people's emotions than his own. Actions > words. Comes off like he's annoyed with the world most of the time. Unhealthily loyal. Shit-stirrer. Morally grey.

V2 Tim / Modern Fanon mix: Tired. Coffee gremlin. Considerably softer around the edges but no less competent. Overthinks every single thing known to man and it borders on obsession. Craves acceptance. Socially inept.

Jason: Uuuhhh.. sometimes self destructive, very protective but does take time to get past the arms length situation. Feels pretty deeply. Does not run on constant anger. Has moments of self doubt. His way of expression is 50/50 — sometimes it's through words, other times it's through food, books, physical affection. He's got a big heart, just a lot of bs that he's dealt with.

Dick: Soft but not naive. Warm, lonely. Always giving, never taking — sometimes to the point of being walked on. Sometimes temperamental, impulsive. Very self aware. Can be passive aggressive. Pretty honest about his judgment when he doesn't agree or someone he loves is being stupid. He has pride. He's also a little conflicted about some things about himself. At the end of the day — he feels everything.

Damian: I feel like I have a lot of examples of Damian on my page atp lol but uh.. Blunt, prideful, not exactly trying to hurt your feelings but also not trying not to. Touch starved but stubborn. 85% of the time would rather walk into traffic than be vulnerable or ask for something. He does not love gently by any means because love is sacred, holy. Very loyal, very intense, very observant. However, I do write a good bit of softer moments for him, because he does have moments where he's soft, jokes, exists outside of his mind.

Bart: Bart's characterization in general is such a tricky thing — and also a very big topic for those who like him. So, I'm just gonna slap this out here and pray I don't get yelling in my inbox. He's not comedy relief, he's not an idiot, and he shouldn't be infantilized. He's pretty literal, tends to be awkward — he spent a good bit of time trying to figure out where he belonged, feeling like an outsider thanks to his.. gestures entire childhood and lack thereof. He feels deeply, but like most other dc characters, he's not super great at expressing them. He is surprisingly an introvert — or, was, I have no idea how he's being written currently. Uh, blunt? Kinda had the same situation as Tim where sometimes that blunt came across as asshole. He reacts to things before he processes them fully. He's incredibly observant, taking in everything around him — he wasn't as.. jokey, hyper loud mouth early on.

Kon / 90s Kon, because I refuse to write whatever tf Conner is: Pretty much everyone knows this Kon to be a smug, cocky little shit — which, is not wrong. However, unlike some, he has character development. While being that little shit, he was also constantly aching and not knowing where he belonged. He craved mattering outside of who he was made to be and what he was made to be. He's pretty soft, actually. Still has a bit of attitude, still pretty smug, but in different ways. Not as observant as most but he doesn't miss anything important. Gets defensive kinda easy when it comes to certain topics. I write post character development 96% of the time which is accepted, comfortable, loverboy Kon who is devoted to reader. Because dc fucking hates him and well, he needs to stop being fucked over for five seconds.

John: Depends on the shit I'm writing, if I'm honest. I mean.. hes a pretty guarded, cynical character but the man's been through every bad thing known to man and otherwise. If you haven't touched certain comics, stay out of my inbox when I say: hes not cold, hes not emotionless, hes not just the bustard put in main media. Hes actually pretty fucking soft hearted, vulnerable and, shockingly, human. He's been abused 79 ways to hell and back. He's traumatized. He's also ??? Very ??? Loving?? And protective. He hates himself but he's not asking for someone to fix that. He's a liar ( let's clarify: hes going to lie, gaslight, manipulate, and do anything he can to get to a good ending. Not just for fun. ) he carries a lot of guilt. He is very loyal and incredibly smart. Hes also not the best at love but who in this awful universe is.