#and you can only fight it or flight it so much

[lananiscorner]

Eh... this is not so much a "neurotypical" problem as it is a "general conflict management and de-escalation" problem, and it can have multiple reasons. Let's just say person A says person B did something wrong, B wants an explanation and A refuses to give one. This can be for any one of the following reasons:

A is used to good faith attempts at clarifying being met with bad faith/abusive/manipulative attempts to pick their logic apart and/or gaslight them by feigning ignorance/incompetence, and so has taken up a policy of "do not engage". This can be a generally good and healthy approach in many situations (e.g. someone hits on you at a bar, you tell them you're not interested, they ask you why not, you say they're not your type, they ask what exactly makes them not your type, etc. You are now already 2 levels deeper into this conversation than you ever wanted to be and feeling more gang-pressed into giving information, which is triggering your fight or flight instincts).

A is using this withholding of information as a means of emotional manipulation themselves, to keep B from properly articulating their own point/needs/wants/boundaries.

A doesn't quite understand the reasoning for why B is wrong themselves. This is common with social norms and behaviors, which are ingrained in most people at an age when they are too young to reason their way through them. Somebody in the notes mentioned the example of unspoken, nitty-gritty grammar rules, like how you would say "the big red truck" but not "the red big truck" and how to a non-native speaker this rule doesn't make sense. Sometimes the answer really is just "because" and nobody likes being grilled for information that they themselves don't have. It feels like being interrogated rather than having a conversation.

People who are good at something generally underestimate the knowledge/skill base of people who are not good at it. Y'all know that meme where the two scientists go "we have to be careful, most people probably only know X and maybe a bit of Y", where X and Y are things that nobody outside that field of study would know? This is the same thing. Sometimes people genuinely don't understand how specific you need them to be. Easy example: I grew in a culture that values punctuality. You show up to everything ideally 5-10 minutes before it starts. But I have one friend who absolutely hated that, who was constantly stressed out if I arrived at her place 5 minutes early, and I genuinely did not understand why this was such a problem for her and why she couldn't just prep for guests earlier (we had both grown up in this culture), until she explained to me in great detail how her mind would just use that extra time to find increasingly minute, procrastinating details to hyper focus on and lose track of time, giving me a few examples of such issues. That last bit was what was needed to make my brain go "oh, that's why, ok, I'll try to show up *shudders* 10 minutes late in the future".

They are low on spoons and don't have the time/energy needed to get into a longer conversation. This gets progressively worse the more introverted a person is.

Scenario 1, 3 and 4 are generally resolved fairly easily by being very upfront, but calm about it: "A, I like you and I want to do right by you, but I really, genuinely mean it when I say that I don't know what I did wrong. My brain is currently desperately trying to trace back every step that has happened and to find out what went wrong, and it can't, so clearly I'm missing some steps. Please explain it to me like you would explain it to some space alien that has just been dropped on Earth and has never been in situation X before, so I can do better next time."

At this point, if it's scenario 5 (no time/energy), Person A will usually say so (sometimes rudely, depending on how close they are to what Captain Awkward lovingly calls the Bitch Eating Crackers level of mental spoons exhaustion). This is a good point to ask " Okay, I understand. I'll ask some other time, when you have more time/energy if that's okay with you."

And if the answer you get then is some variation of "no it's fucking not, we're done talking about this ever", then you know that, at the very least, this person does not consider you important/worthwhile enough to set aside two minutes of their time to help you understand something, even when they have the time/energy.

And if you keep on running into this with the same person multiple times, then I'm sorry to say, it's likely scenario 2.

[ducksido]

Loved your Baur courting fic but I would DIE at a Sebek version especially where his “flawless” courtship of the Prefect is so misinterpreted since she is from our world and has NO idea about Fae customs and suddenly Sebek is coming at them full sprint screaming about dueling💀

(I had to write this as quick as i can)

The first time Sebek challenged Y/n to a duel, they genuinely thought he wanted to kill them.

To be fair, the sight of a six foot two-tall, half-fae knight-in-training charging at them full speed, bellowing about honor and proving himself, was enough to send them into full fight-or-flight mode.

Y/n had barely stepped out of Ramshackle Dorm when they heard his unmistakable voice echo across the courtyard.

“PREFECT! PREPARE YOURSELF! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!”

Their stomach dropped. “What.”

Sebek didn’t slow down. In fact, he picked up speed, the sunlight gleaming dramatically off his perfectly polished uniform. Y/n had just enough time to yelp and throw themselves sideways, narrowly avoiding becoming a human pancake. They hit the ground, heart hammering, as Sebek skidded to a halt, his expression filled with… determination?

“What are you doing?!” they gasped, staring up at him in horror.

He crossed his arms, eyes burning with fervor. “It is only right that I prove myself in battle! A worthy knight must show their devotion through strength, and I shall not rest until I have earned your acknowledgment!”

Y/n blinked. Once. Twice.

“…Acknowledge what? What are you talking about?”

Sebek’s face flushed an alarming shade of red, but instead of embarrassment, he seemed positively brimming with more intensity. “MY COURTSHIP, OF COURSE!”

Their brain short-circuited.

They were courting him? When had that happened? More importantly, how were they still alive if they had somehow been dating Sebek without realizing it?

“I—” They struggled to form a response. “Sebek. I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“Nonsense!” He pointed at them dramatically. “As Lord Malleus’s most loyal retainer, I would never conduct myself improperly! I have been displaying the most exemplary courtship rituals known to Fae-kind!”

“…Such as?”

He began listing on his fingers. “Training at dawn outside your dormitory every morning so you may witness my strength. Bringing you exotic meats from the Night Market to ensure you are properly nourished. Vowing to vanquish anyone who so much as looks at you with ill intent.” He huffed proudly. “And, of course, challenging you to a duel! Only by testing your mettle can I prove we are well-matched!”

Y/n ran a hand down their face. “Sebek.”

“Yes?”

They took a deep breath. “None of that is normal where I’m from.”

Sebek frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean people from my world don’t… do all that when they like someone.”

His eyes widened in abject horror. “IMPOSSIBLE! Then how do your knights swear fealty to their beloved?!”

“…We go on dates?” they offered weakly.

Sebek looked as though they had just spoken in riddles. “Dates?” He repeated the word as if it were a foreign concept. “Like… strategy meetings?”

“No! Like… going out somewhere fun. Talking. Spending time together.”

His expression darkened with deep contemplation. Then, after a moment, he straightened, resolved. “Then I shall take you on one of these ‘dates!’”

Y/n threw their hands up. “That’s not—” They sighed. “You know what? Sure. Fine. One date. But NO more surprise duels!”

Sebek grinned, victorious. “HAH! THEN IT IS DECIDED! I SHALL PLAN THE MOST HONORABLE DATE IMAGINABLE!”

Y/n had a sinking feeling that they had made a mistake.

(Spoiler: They had. They got kicked out of Monstro Lounge)

The next day, in the cafeteria, Y/N and Sebek sat together, hands intertwined. It had become a casual, natural thing, but the moment their friends noticed, the reaction was instant.

Ace nearly choked on his drink. “WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! Are you two… holding hands?!”

Deuce’s eyes widened. “W-Wait… does this mean—? Are you guys dating?!”

Epel smirked, nudging Jack. “Looks like all that effort finally paid off.”

Jack folded his arms, giving Sebek an approving nod. “Hmph. ‘Bout time.” Side-eyeing Deuce who give Ace a crisp 10 madol bill.

Ortho’s eyes glowed excitedly. “Oh! Congratulations, Sebek! I’ll make sure to update my data on human-fae relationships!”

Grim, meanwhile, gagged dramatically. “Ugh! This is so gross! Y/N, how could ya do this to me?!”

“D-Do not make such a fuss! This is simply—!”

Y/N squeezed his hand, cutting him off with an amused smile. “Yeah. We’re dating.”

Sebek made another strangled noise as Ace and Deuce erupted into laughter, and Grim continued his dramatics. Y/N just chuckled, leaning against him. This started with Sebek running at them full speed to them holding hands.

[rebelssvy]

hello i love your kirishima stuff so much can i request kirishima x super independent reader?

YESS YESS YES im actually super independent irl so this is gonna be goood

independent ✧.*

kirishima x independent reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

summary: kissing, making out, fluff and smut at the end.

doing this in three parts!! the first is kinda sad ish. second is cute, the last is smut.

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kirishima had a hard time sometimes. he was always pretty clingy. so when you would do you own thing without him he always got a little upset.

waking up in the morning to cook you breakfast just to realize you had gone to the gym. it left him with a frown on his face until you came back to his arms.

it took him a while to realize that you didn’t hate him at all, you just didn’t need his help or his company sometimes . you weren’t purposely ignoring him, you had just been ‘doing your own thing’.

it wasn’t until some nights ago that you two had been laying in bed talking and he expressed how he felt. wrapped up in his bigs arms, you could feel his chest vibrate at his words.

“babe it’s just-… i don’t know…. i love you. all i feel is love for you and sometimes i feel like you don’t want to be around me.” he confessed. you didn’t need to look at his face to see his expression. you knew his eyebrows furrowed and he was wearing a frown on his face.

“i didn’t realize. i- i. im sorry.” you felt bad but you didn’t know what to say. instead you looked up at him. his eyes didn’t meet yours, only watered eyes and a sad expression.

“oh honey.. im so so sorry.” you said while crawling up to him, holding his face.

“i just love you so much!” he sobbed grabbing you into a hug. since that moment on you silently vowed to make him feel loved and appreciated by you.

…

you and kiri had been at a club together. going with some friends. he only ever drank a little when you two went out. today you were a couple shots in, and your boyfriend was looking better than ever.

you had wandered off to the dance floor a while back with mina. swaying your hips to the music. you felt amazing. eyes were on you. departing youself to go to the bathroom you bumped into a firm man.

you didn’t know him but with the eyes he was giving you it instantly gave you the creeps. “excuse me sorry.” you said trying to move past him.

his feet met yours with quick pace, not letting you past. the action sent shivers down your spine.

“where do u think your going pretty” he said motioning his eyes all over your body. feeling absolutely gross you gave him a dirty look.

“sorry i have a boy friend.” and you tried to make your way past him again. but his hands going your body this time. one on your shoulder and the other at your waist.

“get the fuck off of me you asshole!” you pushed him backwards, now more eyes were on the two of you. your face felt flush but the lingering fight or flight was prominent.

“cmon babe i was just helping ya out..” he said while creeping his way back to you. his snicker on his face was disgusting it made you feel less than. “oh is that the boyfriend you were talking about hah” he laughed and you turned around to face kirishima. who looked more angry than you thought he would be.

“is he bothering you babe?” he asked while stepping closer to you.

“yes but i can handle it it’s fine.” you said while turning back to the imposter.

“oh you can handle me anytime sweet thing.” the suspicious man said stepping forward, closer to you then you would ever want him to be.

“fuck you.” you said before taking a knee to his private place. the man lunched forward in pain as he screamed out.

“fuck babe. remind me when i need a body guard i’ll just call u” your boyfriend laughed. kirishima new you could handle your own problems but damn, that shit was hot.

….

nsfw below

“i love you so much i can’t even explain it.” kirishima growled while pushing his big hard digits in and out of you. you moaned at the sensation. you had just got back from the club and kiri had been acting all riled up since the incident.

you couldn’t get him off you. and as soon as you got home he had picked you up and thrown you on the bed.

“fuck you were so hot today.” he moaned while watching his fingers fuck you. wet noises filled the room.

“u think me kic-king so-ah! mee guy in the balls is- is hot..?” you stuttered out, hard tot say anything with him working his fingers in and out of you like this.

“yes.” he answered without hesitation. “it’s was so hot.” he smiled while he closed in on your wet pussy. kissing it with passion he sucked on your clit.

“are you gonna cum baby?” he asked, coy with a smirk on his face.

“…noo..” you moaned out, weak. it was a lie, you were closer then you thought and he knew. he knew your body in and out weather you liked it or not.

“oh yea…?” he toyed. pushing his fingers in and out of your with much faster pace. you shook at his motion.

“oh god! kirishima!” lurching forward he pushed your legs further. while you came he spat on your pretty pussy and resumed his actions on your clit. sucking it through your orgasm.

your never going to need to change for him. that’s forsure.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

it was hard to get super creative with this one. if you want somthing else feel free to put in a similar ask i’ll totally re write or at least try

i’ll add the twt link i used for inspo at the end if you guys want it. lmk!!

[i-dared-myself]

B4

Stray Kids x reader

In which you’re accidentally kidnapped by Stray Kids

Cw: Reader gets kidnapped (on accident) and kidnapped (on purpose) and stabbed (but there’s no gore in this) and everyone is an idiot (term of endearment)

Places get crowded sometimes. It’s part of life. It’s a struggle to remain with your group as you fight through the swathes of people.

You’re lucky that you travel alone.

Except when you get pickpocketed and your wallet is stolen. That’s not a great part of travelling alone.

So you sit at the airport, waiting for your flight to be called. You’re so very excited to go home, and your leg bounces in barely contained excitement.

A voice rings out over the announcement speakers. “All passengers for flight-“

And you tune it out. It’s not important to you so you don’t care.

You check that your passport is in your pocket, once again. Your wallet isn’t there (since you were pickpocketed) and your phone is on the other side. Maybe you’re paranoid for checking every single minute, but you can’t help it after getting your wallet stolen.

The board of flight departure times catches your eye. Numbers flash and information slides down the screen.

Your stomach drops.

You check your boarding ticket before looking at the screen again.

That’s your flight. Your plane is at a different gate, currently going through the last boarding stages.

You jump to your feet and grab your suitcase. The wheels catch on something that makes it wobble to the side, throwing you off balance. But you persevere and keep running.

All of a sudden, a crowd forms. You can’t tell for what reasons, but now they’re in your way.

Someone in this mob probably has a cold, so you’re glad you’re wearing a mask. And a hoodie pulled up over your head can’t hurt either. You really don’t want strangers coughing on you.

People are yelling and cameras are flashing. You wonder briefly if there’s a politician or a celebrity before pushing the thought away.

You need to focus on getting to your gate.

You can see B4 up ahead and start sprinting. Well, sprinting as much as you can through all the people. Bodies are smushed to each other so tightly it’s a miracle you can still breathe.

Then a hand is wrapped around your bicep and you’re yanked to the side.

Someone in a mask and baggy hoodie starts muttering to you in… Korean you’re fairly certain. Yes. It’s Korean.

You try and pull away, but his grip is strong. You can see his eyes wrinkle in confusion before you’re being dragged along behind him.

You look around wildly to see if anyone has noticed this, because you’re getting fucking kidnapped.

“You little-” You struggle in his grasp again and kick at him. He grunts in annoyance and glances over as if you’re insane.

Another man walks over, blocking you in on your other side. He grabs your other wrist and takes your luggage in his free hand.

He bend down and whispers something in your ear, and it’s Korean, and you don’t understand. What is he saying? Is it a threat?

His tone seems mildly irked but not majorly so.

Is this the Korean mafia? Have they come to get you?

You start to hyperventilate, because what the fuck? You don’t know anything about the Korean mafia.

You only know a little bit about the Italian mafia. They smoke a bunch of cigars and drink whiskey. They have tattoos and wears suits and… You’re thinking of Wattpad mafia boyfriends.

Are they going to force you to harvest weed? What does the mafia even do?

You’re feeling lightheaded as you exit the airport. Your little trio is headed to a van in the parking lot.

A van.

You yelp and try to express to them that kidnapping you is a mistake. You thrash against them and try to bite them, but you’re wearing the stupid mask.

They shove you into the van, muttering angrily in Korean. The vehicle’s doors slam shut and they slump in their seats.

You take a deep breath, looking around at the eight other men. They don’t seem to pay any attention to you, bickering and rolling around. Everything’s being spoken in Korean and you want out of this insanity.

You want to go home and not be kidnapped, thank you very much.

You curl inwards, hyperventilating. This is bad. This is very bad. 

The man next to you seems to catch on to your distress, patting your back comfortingly. He says something softly to you, before reaching around you for the seatbelt.

Your head lolls to the side as you try not to pass out. It’s definitely a struggle considering the spots dancing in your vision. The ringing in your ears is a bad sign too.

The man brushes some of his strands of black hair from his face, leaning over you. He yells something at the driver, who glances back worriedly.

Your tongue feels heavy and you don’t remember if the pounding in your ears is normal. Are you supposed to always hear your heartbeat?

The car comes to a slow stop at the side of a road, and you’re gently brought down to the floor. The driver hops into the back and slips your mask off as someone else rolls your hood away.

They all gasp.

You blink at them in a daze.

They start shouting in Korean, slapping each other and then screaming and pointing fingers at you. The driver is pressing the palms of his hands into his head and groaning.

Then someone with long black hair kneels next to you, asking you a question. When you just stare at him, he switches to English.

“Who are you?” he asks, eyebrows knit together.

“Who the fuck are you?” you spit back. You scramble away, chest heaving. “I’ve been kidnapped by the mafia and no one’s ever going to find my body!”

A man with blonde hair buzzed close to his scalp snorts. “So they’re not a Stay that snuck in.”

“I’m not staying here!” you snap. “Let me go home!”

“How did this happen?” the driver inquires. 

“They just kidnapped me and took me here!” You point accusingly at the two men responsible. “Can someone just tell me what’s going on here?”

“We didn’t kidnap her!” One of them throws his arms up as the others glare at him. “We thought she was with us and wandered off!”

You lift your head off the ground to glower at him. “Can I go home now? Or at least back to the airport?”

The driver sighs. “I’m so sorry about everything. I’m Chan.”

He introduces you to the others, explaining that they’re in a rush to get to their hotel. Apparently they have a concert the next day, and they’re on a world tour. But they promise to bring you back in time to catch your flight.

You groan. “I’ve actually missed my flight by now. It’s okay. Just… I’ll find a hotel for tonight and then book a flight home for tomorrow.”

Felix shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “We’re so sorry, again. Just please don’t tell anyone? It could ruin our image if we kidnapped someone. Don’t tell our company because they might let us go for this.”

Jisung frowns. “You think it’s that bad?”

Seungmin levels him with a stare. “We took a human being. That’s pretty bad.”

You sit up and wave a hand dismissively. “It’s all water under the bridge. Although I’m still mad about it, I just won’t tell anyone.”

Chan lets out a sigh of relief as he climbs back into the driver’s seat.  “Thank you so much. We’ll bring you with us to our hotel. You can find a room there.”

The rest of the drive goes by in uncomfortable silence. You’re distantly aware of the fact that you’ve now consented to your kidnapping. You should probably text your family and tell them that you’ll be late home.

You’re disappointed to discover that your phone is dead. You should have charged it earlier, but it had slipped your mind.

So you slip your device back into your pocket and cross your arms. You can’t even play a game on your phone to pass the time.

“So… How was your trip?” Joengin awkwardly asks you.

“It was okay.” You shrug and pull your hoodie tighter around yourself. “I just really want to go home.”

Felix winces. “Right. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You fix your gaze on your hands, just wanting this to be over with.

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The hotel is nice enough, and you’re glad you don’t have to get the room yourself. Chan uses his credits card in your room, apologizing profusely for everything.

Honestly, you just feel numb. It’s a weird situation and you just hope there’s a phone charger.

The hotel room does not come with one, so you go down to the front desk. 

“Excuse me?” You fidget with your hands. “Is there somewhere that I can buy a phone charger?”

You’re pointed to the gift shop, and are horrified to discover how expensive it is. And you don’t have enough money for this. Your wallet is gone due to it being stolen, and your phone is dead.

“Great,” you mutter, shaking your head. Your stomach rumbles loudly enough for you to sigh.

Maybe there’s food in your room?

You turn on your heel and go back to the elevator, pressing the up button. You only have to wait a couple of seconds before the door slides aside with a beep.

You step inside, reaching for the button. You press the one for your floor and rub at your face tiredly.

A foot prevents the door from shutting all the way, and Minho slips inside. He wordlessly inputs which floor he wants before stepping to the side.

You shift between legs nervously, flicking your eyes over to him. His face is tilted downwards to his phone, thumbs typing away.

You watch the numbers change, just waiting for your floor. You want out of this elevator and to your room. You want to eat and nap.

Your stomach growls again, and you pretend you don’t hear it.

Minho coughs awkwardly. “There’s a restaurant on the first floor.”

“Okay,” you say. Your hands go into your pockets as you try to look nonchalant.

He pins you down with a suspicious stare. “Where are you going?”

You swallow, too embarrassed to admit that you’re returning to your room. “To bed.”

The doors open and shut, but you both remain inside the elevator. It’s silent except for the deceptively cheery music playing quietly on the speakers.

He raises an eyebrow. His arm goes limp and his phone drops to his side. “Really?”

You smile sheepishly. “Do you… Can I use your phone to call someone please?”

Minho hesitates. “Who are you calling?”

“My friend,” you truthfully tell him. “I need to let someone know that I’ll be home late.”

He shakes his head. “Use your own phone.”

“It’s dead,” you admit softly. You chew the inside of your cheek. “I- I think I lost my charger somewhere, and my phone. And I don’t have any money to buy a new one and- and-“

Minho sighs and forks over his phone, keypad already pulled up. “Make it quick.”

You nod and plug in your friend’s number. It immediately goes to voicemail, so you know she’s probably ignoring a call from a strange number.

“Hey,” you say to the voicemail. “It’s me. Um, I missed my flight, but I have a hotel for the night. I hope to be home soon, but I- I can’t afford a ticket home right now. I got pickpocketed, but I’ll be okay.”

You hang up and give the device back to its owner, bobbing your head in gratitude.

He rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek as the doors ding. “This is your floor.”

“Right.” You step into the hallway, glancing back at him. “Thank you.”

Minho leans down to press a button. 

You trudge back to your room, sliding the fob in with a click. The door pushes open easily, and you’re greeted with the sad sight of your one piece of luggage.

You collapse on the clean, white tiles and break into sobs. You’re stuck here with no way home. Your phone is dead, you have a place to stay for one night and one night only, and you’re practically broke.

You’re just glad no one’s around to witness your pathetic moment. You’re certain that your tears aren’t pretty, mixing with the snot on your face.

You’re certain that stand up and wobble off to the bathroom, using tissues to wipe your face clean. You sniffle and wander to the bed, throwing yourself on it. You’re so exhausted from the day that you can feel your eyes shutting of their own accord.

Then a knock rips you from what was about two seconds of sleep. You huff and march over to the door, ripping it open furiously.

Chan stands there, smiling gently. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” You wipe at your face with your sleeves. “Was just going to bed.”

“It’s… seven,” Chan slowly says, as if you aren’t aware of that.

“I know that,” you sharply say before taking a deep breath. “What do you want?”

“I just had a chat with Minho, who told me about what he overheard.” Chan’s forehead creases in concern. “You got pickpocketed?”

You pick at the hem of your hoodie. “Some crook took my wallet. My cash, credit cards, drivers license… I’m going to have to deal with that when I get home.”

Chan frowns. “How are you getting home?”

You swallow thickly. “Uh, I’m hoping to find a phone charger and sort everything out. But it looks like that isn’t happening.”

“What?” Chan pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay, why don’t you come to my room? We can talk and figure stuff out. I have a charger too.”

“Yes please,” you eagerly agree. You scamper after him as he leads the way to his room, where the others are already gathered.

“What’re they doing here?” Hyunjin narrows his eyes at you. 

Chan doesn’t pay him much mind, shuffling off to his suitcase. He rummages through it for a moment before bringing you a charger.

“Thank you.” You plug it into the nearest outlet, attaching your phone with the cable. You sit on the ground next to it, watching the red flashing of the battery symbol.

Changbin groans. “I’m going back to my room to sleep. See you all in the morning.”

Jisung murmurs something drowsily before trailing after him. Minho and Seungmin say their farewells as well before exiting.

Felix yawns and stretches out on his bed. He props himself up on his elbows as he looks down at you. “That restaurant was cool, wasn’t it? The glass chandelier was all sparkly.”

You force a smile. “I didn’t get a chance to eat.”

Jeongin pops up from somewhere with an armful of snacks. You don’t know where he came from or how he has them all, but you’re grateful for them as you munch away.

“Why don’t you come with us to the concert tomorrow?” Chan suggests. “Then afterwards, we can figure out how to get you home. We’re going to the airport anyways and can buy you a plane ticket.”

You lean your head back on the wall, chewing on a chocolate bar. “I’m not sure… I don’t want to be a bother.”

“We literally kidnapped you,” Hyunjin points out. “You’re not a bother to us, we’re a bother to you.”

“Please?” Jeongin begs. He hangs upside down from a bed, hair dangling.

“Fine,” you reluctantly agree. “But airport right after?”

Felix snorts. “The morning after. The concert will go late, and then we’ll drag ourselves in exhaustion to the hotel.”

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A box is thrust into your hands by a man, who starts speaking Korean at you. You blink in confusion, not sure how to tell him you don’t understand.

Then he’s pointing away to the hallway, and you nod.

You make it about three feet before glancing back, but he’s gone. The box has something written- in Korean- and you don’t know where to take it.

Seungmin darts by, makeup and hair done. He pauses to look down at you, tilting his head. “What are you doing?”

“I was given this.” You hold the box up for his inspection. “Do you know where this goes?”

“Yeah, the dressing room. Why do you have that?” he questions.

You shrug. “No idea. 

Seungmin sighs, but takes it from your grasp. He leads you to the dressing room, where there’s a swarm of people. Most of them are stylists, working on the remaining members.

“I’ll just… go,” you say. “Chan managed to get me somewhere to sit for the concert. I have to get there soon.”

Seungmin smiles gently at you. “Have fun, okay? And sorry about the whole thing.”

“It’s fine,” you say for the billionth time. You turn on your heel and go to find your seat.

The concert goes by wonderfully. Although you don’t know any of the words to the songs, or most of the references they make. The crowd is amazing, though. There’s so much good energy and joyful people.

It comes to an end before you know it, and you exit the venue. You were told that they’d come pick you up after, so you stand out on the street.

There’s a voice and you ignore it. It’s no one you know and nothing you care about.

Then a hand is wrapped around your forearm and you’re being dragged away. For a moment you think it’s one of Stray Kids, but one glance at this man’s face tells you it’s not.

He sneers at you and says something in… Is that Italian?

“Holy shit,” you whisper. “It’s come full circle.”

The Italian mafia has finally come for you. You’re about to be whisked away to a mansion, and an attractive man with serious daddy issues is going to make you swoon.

Then you realize that this is a serious threat to your life.

You dig your heels into the concrete, trying to get enough traction to escape. Unfortunately it absolutely does not work and you’re still being kidnapped.

“What the fuck’s going on out here?” Changbin demands. Jisung and Felix are behind him, all of them watching as you’re taken by the Italian mafia.

“Pardon?” The man gripping your arm raises an eyebrow. “Qu’est que vous voulez?”

Changbin rolls out his shoulders, flexing his hands. “Step away.”

The man wrangles so you’re in front of his body. He pulls a pocketknife out from somewhere, holding it to your throat.

Felix spreads his legs slightly, adjusting his stance. “I have to warn you, I’m a black belt.”

“If anyone’s gonna kidnap her, it’s us!” Jisung yells, before deflating. “I mean…”

You wince as the blade presses harder to your neck. “Guys, do something! The Italian mafia is after me!”

“Actually, I think he’s speaking French,” Felix corrects. 

“Very helpful!” You glare at him. Your body is jostled as the man takes another step backwards. 

“Why would the mafia want you?” Jisung questions. “Are you a,” he lowers his voice, “gang member?”

“What?” You narrow your eyes. “Just deal with this guy!”

He’s muttering frantic French in your ear as he slowly drags you away. The flickering streetlights illuminate the drop of blood dripping down from your throat.

It rolls down and falls into your shirt, staining it red. You can feel Felix’s gaze on it before flicking up to your face when you whimper.

“One last chance,” Changbin threatens. “I don’t care if you only speak French. You should know that I’m about to beat you up.”

“And I’ll help!” Jisung attempts to appear menacing, but only puffs his cheeks out further. He just looks adorable if anything.

Focus, you tell yourself.

What happens next is a blur. You’re vaguely aware of the three of them lunging for your captor. You’re also distantly aware of the knife as it plunges into your stomach.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, grasping at the hilt. Changbin is pinning the man down while Felix calls for an emergency service.

Jisung kneels next to you, lip wobbling. “Don’t go to the light! You’ll be okay!”

You can see Death waiting for you, his hand stretched outwards for you. His wings are splayed, beautiful feathers blocking the gentle light of the moon.

Then Felix plucks the knife out of your grip. “It’s a prop knife.” He demonstrates how it sinks into the handle. “You haven’t been stabbed.”

“Oh.” You sit up and dust yourself off. “Thanks then.”

Changbin wrestles your assailant, keeping him to the ground. “I’ve got this handled, don’t even worry. No, I’m fine.”

Jisung helps you get to your feet. “It’s a relief you’re not dying. That would’ve sucked.”

“Ready to go to the hotel room?” Felix asks. “We’re getting you home tomorrow.”

“I’m very ready,” you answer. “These last two days have been weird.”

But you’re glad that you missed your flight.

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@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche

[transgender-gamer-girl]

Need a soft bunnygirl to use 🥰 you’re nothing but a pathetic little hole for your mistress to use. Just bend over and wag your cute little tail for me bun. I promise I’ll take good care of you~

I’m much bigger and stronger than you. You’re my prey. Your fight or flight won’t kick in… you’ll just freeze up. So pathetic 💜 you’ll just be the perfect doll for me to use. Raping your adorable heated bunny hole while you try your best not to fall over… struggling to stay on your hands and knees as my thick knot drills into you. All you can do is grunt, wince, whimper, cry, and beg. Things that could only make me harder~

Of course I’d make sure to breed you; that’s all you’re good for pretty bun. Your purpose is to satisfy my urges and needs, nothing else. I’ll take extra good care of you while I take what’s mine <3

[ncillary]

Self Aware AU (Rafayel)

Summary: You have the lowest Affinity with Rafayel. The reason is because you hate being the destroyer of everything he loves. His kingdom. His people. His life. Maybe he is better off without meeting you.

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No way.

You're on auto. Hand immediately went to shut the door.

*Thunk*

Your head moved downwards in a quick session to see a luggage was wedged between the door and the wall. He kicked the luggage inside causing you to reeled backwards in surprise. Effectively letting go of the door handle.

"I'm not going to let you shut me out again this time, lil' missy."

He intruded smoothly inside. His form stands between you and the open door. Your escape route.

"You're free to go but know this... I'm always going to find a way to meet with you."

He stepped aside confidently. Hands in the air as if surrendering to whatever choices you made.

Your fight or flight mode didn't go away. But the words he said sounded so broken that made you focus on him better.

Bellboy attire. A complete set with the hat. Curiosity gets the best of you. You pointed to it.

"What's with the hat?"

He glanced up and sighed, "If you're ready, cutie. I don't mind."

You gulped. A single nod.

*Gasp*

"YOU'RE A BRUNETTE!"

That did it. You're no longer tense. You just stood there in shock. Taking in the supposedly "a game character came to live" situation

He pouted, "It's my natural hair colour. You don't see people with dusky purple as a natural hair colour, right? Dye, maybe. I'm a natural person. Oh, right... there's wig too." He pondered to himself.

You raked your hair. Stumbling backwards. Legs started to give out. Your eyes catching the bed, a much needed furniture to rely on now except your jelly legs betraying you.

"Careful."

*Thump* *Thump*

You stared at the red uniform. A single hand gingerly covered the sound, the rhythmic expression under your skin. Caressing it ever so slightly.

He cleared his throat. You're a bit startled by it as you look up to meet his oceanic orbs.

"Cutie, you better sit down."

He sat both of you down on the bed. He shuffled a bit to move away from you.

Stuck.

The orbs staring at the hand clutching on his uniform. You stared at your hand too which was currently clutching on his uniform.

You looked at it confusedly and accusingly as if it was no longer your trusted hand.

He unclasped it gently and gingerly moving it to his cheek.

"Let me get this off. I'm not a roleplaying enthusiast if I may remind you first."

You chuckled, pinching his cheek unconsciously.

He liked that. His cheek was nuzzling your hand as he removed his red coat revealing a more comfortable white shirt underneath.

A familiar attire.

"You're the one wearing it. No one's forcing you."

"It's a surprise for you. I had it all planned out. You ruined it by logging in at that perfect time."

"Why blaming me?"

"Because you took my breath away before I did. You called me "My Rafayel" and-"

"Aaahhh! Stop. Stop. I'm going to destroy you if you tell anyone about this." You covered your ears, shaking your head and closed your eyes.

You felt a slight shuffle on your side. Heat premeating from the body next to you. Effectively heating you up. You felt something soft touch the back of your hand.

"Go ahead. Destroy me." His lips enunciated every word on your hand that was cupping your ear.

You jerked away only to be met with a hand firmly on your waist.

His orbs never leaving your widen eyes.

"You're the only one that can destroy me and piece me back together like a touch of an innocent maiden unraveling the wave in the ocean."

Blush creeping on your cheeks to your ears. He laughed as he caress your ear.

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"That was a roundabout way to this ridiculous situation."

You massaged your forehead.

He was serving you a meal all the while explaining a lot of things. A lot. He somehow enjoyed continuing his bellboy services specifically for you.

Not into roleplay, huh.

"This entire level was booked out by you for as long as I'm here."

He nodded.

"And my sister is a cahoot in this?"

Another nod.

"Well, she's my assistant. The "Thomas" if you want to compare the one in the game. Only... she's a she, ya know."

You looked at the food. The residing tension made your stomach grumble.

"Bon appétit, ma cherie."

He sat opposite from you. Looking at you with all the smiles he could give you in the world.

"No accompanied band for this lovely date?"

His eyes widen to your teasing smile. He gave you his own seconds later.

He scooped your hand and held it gently.

He hummed to a tune you didn't recognize.

It was soothing.

You squeezed his hand gently then he kissed the back of yours before continuing his tune.

The dusk basked the two longing hearts in this unforgettable moment.

Their moment.

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Credit note for full version of the music :

Infinity Nikki - Nonoy's Music Box _ Lolo Haii

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[kamimarroco]

happiest valentine's day to you guys! <3

cw: slightly suggestive, Fox plays with the reader's nipple in a painful way (but still tame compared to what he can do)

He runs his clawed hands over your chest possessively, rivulets of blood forming across your fragile, soft skin. You feel the adrenaline consuming your mind, your heart pumping to the rest of your body, your fight or flight instinct activated in a moment that should be intimate, delicate, rewarding.

But instead, you feel in danger. A prey being made a toy by the cat — fox — who holds you hostage. You can't move, you shouldn't. The chains do the job of keeping your hands and feet firmly in place.

“Already so anxious... and I haven't even done anything to you yet”, his breath sends chills down your spine, both of your legs spread uncomfortably on the mattress. You can feel something pressing insistently against your entrance, and you can't help but feel at least slightly aroused.

This has always been characteristic of him. Every sexual act, every act of violence, was mixed up in the emotions of the moment. There was no way one could exist without the other.

Just like there was no way you could exist without him.

Two fingers reach for one of your nipples to pinch with sharp claws, the act making your face contort in agony and take on highlights of genuine discomfort. Your legs respond in kind and you rub against him unconsciously, the pain making you feel things other than fear.

This is strange. He's being nice to you. Nicer than usual. You don't like to think about what this means to you.

Fox flashes a toothy grin from ear to ear as his tail acts like a whip, easily breaking the air due to the speed at which it moves. “Fuck, you really don't make things easier when you react like that”, he increases the pressure on his claws and violently twists your nipple to the point where you start to whimper, tears threatening to form in the corners of your eyes.

You are generally much more resilient than this given the fact that you have been through much worse. You can't imagine how pathetic you must look right now for getting so worked up over something so small — fuck, he almost made you rip your guts out live!

You can only blame the fact that Fox gave you time to recover after everything. Gave you time for your wounds to heal and your body to function reasonably again. Which didn't automatically free you from his sick amusements, but it made you forget for a brief period what it was like to be played with.

“You are sensitive", he comments as he continues to twist, twist, and twist. It's agonizing. You assume that your nipple may just be bleeding at this point because of the burning and sensation of fluid appearing in the area.

Fortunately — or perhaps unfortunately — for you, he stops when he's satisfied enough with this, letting your nipple go as your breathing makes your chest rise and fall. He takes a moment to revel in your pained expression — which, by the way, must only be making him harder.

Fox suddenly feels comfortable enough to sit on your lap, his body not being much of a problem for you since you are bigger than him. The beastkin holds your cheeks tightly with both hands and brings your face closer to his, his eyes maintaining unbreakable eye contact as your noses touch. He smiles big at you, and you now feel more desperate than ever to be this close to him.

“I really missed you, darling. Let's make up for all those days you were recovering…”

[head-empty-river]

i am become sweat, destroyer of clothes

[sainteclectic]

thymos incredibly intrigues me i like that guy

thank you.. its prey animal swag

thymos is supposed to be the "emotional part" of soul, but due to the amount of constant stress, it's in near constant fight or flight. it doesn't talk much since the overwhelming emotions force it into verbal shutdown most of the time. it's the almost feral urge to get out when you're in a panic, even when you don't know where "out" is.

it's meant to be able to process emotions and use them to work towards a goal, much like how eros uses devotion and nous uses reason. but all the distress instead made it embody being consumed by them, unable to act rationally or function as a person because you feel like a caged animal ramming your head against the bars and growling at anyone who gets too close. but like a scared animal in a cage, it desperately wants to be free and safe. it's meant to represent the emotional desire for a better life, after all - but it's too scared now. everything is too much and it all hurts too much and it doesn't know what to do. so it sits in the cage and howls.

[pygmi-says-hi]

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox

[demarogue]

Gettin' Through the Holidays Mental Health Tricks

If y'all are anything like me, this time of year is triggering AF. Here are some small, very easy grounding exercises that I was taught by my therapist, basically in order of how much I like them for this rage-inducing season. You make like them in a different order, depending on your rage-to-despair ratio.

Push a wall: literally go up to a wall and try to push it over. Really try. I promise you won't push it over, but give it your best shot. Try to hold it as long as you can, and then take a breather and assess whether you need to repeat. Why it works: This is a quick, physical expulsion of the fight-or-flight feeling. It's a bit like punching a wall, but without the potential to hurt yourself/look scary/damage things. You can even do it in front of people and say you're stretching, they'll never know (unless the wall actually falls down, but this will not happen, I assure you).

Shake like a dog: Animals shake to release stress, and you are also an animal. Setting aside time to just shake it out, as vigorously as you can, arms and legs, face, stick your tongue out, pretend you're shaking like a wet dog. You can dance instead, if that feels better, and you can do this to music, but basically the more unhinged you can be, the better. If you are in a place you can scream, scream too! Why it works: like the above, this is a release of pent-up stress and anxiety. Especially if your rage-to-woe ratio is high, some kind of physical exertion is often the best way to burn through the cortisol and adrenaline you're building up.

Bilateral Tapping: Cross your arms over your chest so that your fingertips are at your shoulders, and slowly tap, one hand at a time, back and forth, for about a minute. Breathe slowly. Why it works: This is weird as hell, but because this engages both sides of your brain, it helps override the activity of the amygdala, which is the part of your brain that Makes The Fear. If you're being literally triggered in a situation, i.e. you're having a trauma response, or reliving some family trauma, this is a good one.

Box Breathing: From a comfortable position (can really be seated, laying down or standing), inhale slowly for a count of 4, hold for a count of 4, exhale for a count of 4, hold for a count of 4, then repeat. You can do it for shorter counts or longer counts, but if you vary the counts make sure the exhale is longer than the inhale. You can close your eyes or leave them open. Why it works: This exercise helps you move from a sympathetic (activated) nervous system response to a parasympathetic (balanced) response. I do this one every day, and it's a good gateway to meditation. Especially helpful in anxious or tense situations, but I find if I'm very triggered I need one of the other ones first, or it can make anxiety worse. Breathwork is amazing but not usually as a first exercise if you're very activated, or have been activated a long time.

Ice: Lots of ways to do this one – hands in cold water for 30 seconds, ice pack on the back of your neck, dip your entire face into a bowl of ice water (this one's the most effective). Why it works: I kinda think this is hilarious, but this activates your mammalian dive reflex. It immediately slows your heart-rate, so if you are feeling your blood pressure and heart rate rising, this one is very good. The only reason this one's at the bottom of my list is because I hate being cold.

I wish you all a very get-through-the-holidays-without-hurting-yourself. Take time alone if you need it.

[mortaljortlebortles]

I have trauma and it haunts me to this day that I froze in the moment

I hate being tickled, snuck up on ect

normal things plus being touched on the neck

If people fall on me or do things like tickling me ect I try with al my might not to kick out but people do get hurt because they have decided to repeatedly do the same thing 

I have a dodgy heart also

PLEASE NEVER TOUCH SOMEONE WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT

NO MATTER IF IT IS A JOKE

OR SOMETHING YOU DO TOO ALL YOUR FRIENDS

STOP NOW!!

BEFORE SOMEONE IS HURT

[walking-loather]

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[tiny-tokunaga]

It's a Doozy™ tonight, folks

[yanosdiary]

Fuck.

[dirkxcaliborn]

"Imaginarium theater is easy if you have enough characters" fuck you guys I'm getting my ass kicked 😭😭😭