#anyway i said a lot again 😭 but ty for taking your time replying and reading all this tags 😭

[atsu-i]

I guess I shared too much, sorry. Won't happen again.

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[melrodrigo]

I really love puppy love omg 😭😭 what about when puppy like reader gets really injured by someone and ends up in the clinic and tries to hide it so that wednesday wont notice? Its up to you if you wanna write it!

ty babe! i’m glad you like it

i might’ve gone a little overboard and wrote more than i thought i would, enjoy!

Okay. Maybe picking a fight with a 6’2 giant wasn’t your brightest idea.

It started in fencing class, you making your way towards Enid, for a pair exercise. Wednesday wasn’t in class today, opting instead to sneak out and work on the hyde case, she had mentioned briefly.

“Yeah dude, Wednesday is sooo into me. I can feel it. She’s been giving me so many signals.” You hear as you walk past Xavier and his hoard of friends.

You can’t help the sudden tug in your heart, and the small voice in your head that said maybe he was right.

Wednesday had been spending a lot of time with Xavier lately, but she had claimed it was for the hyde case. It didn’t help the swell of jealousy that surged through you whenever you saw them though.

Stupid feelings. Why are you jealous anyway? It’s not like you and Wednesday are together.

A voice cuts you out of your thoughts, “Totally dude, and when you finally hit that, you gotta tell me alll the details alright?”

Your face scrunches in disgust, hands on both sides of your body starting to clench into fists.

“You know I will. I swear, she’s all over me. Next time we’re alone together, it’s on.” Xavier replies, drawing an emphasis on the last word.

Nope, that’s it.

You turn sharply and bring your clenched fists up to your face, resembling the stance of a boxer.

It probably looked a little funny, since you were what, a million feet shorter than him? But you honestly couldn’t have cared less in the moment.

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” You hiss, eyes hard and unforgiving.

Xavier stays quiet for a moment, then let’s out a loud laugh.

“And what are you going to do about it, huh? Wednesday’s not here to protect your ass this time.” He drawls, smirk on his crusty thin lips.

He leans in, too close for comfort and whispers, “Wednesday would never give you the light of day. You’re so pathetically in love with her, all of us can see it. But Wednesday’s in love with me.”

He pauses for a moment, like he’s trying to think of something good to say.

“And when we finally fuck, i’ll be sure to send you some photo evidence.”

That does it. You snap, lunging forward and grabbing his hair, pulling harshly.

“Ow! Get off of me!”

It’s hard to remember what happens next, you’re so lost in the fury and rage of it all you can barely register that you’re suddenly on top of him, pummeling his stupid face with all your might.

You grin in satisfaction as you see blood start to make its way from his lips down to his neck.

But your luck doesn’t last very long, and he manages to kick up at a certain weak spot between your legs, leaving you to stumble and hit the floor.

Groaning, you try and get up, but he’s faster. The adrenaline is fading away, and you’re starting to realize that he is in fact a lot stronger, even if you hate to admit it.

You start to lose feeling in the right side of your face, where his knuckles have collided against your skin. Bruises form so fast you almost let out a chuckle, was your skin really that sensitive?

“That’s enough! Xavier get off YN.” The teacher’s voice booms. Could he really not have cut in sooner?

“Enid, take YN to the nurses office.”

You barely register Enid and Ajax rushing over to you, taking you in their arms and dragging you out the classroom.

You smile a toothy grin at them.

“Did I win?” And then everything turns to black.

______

When you wake up again, Enid’s at your side immediately, looking down at you, worry prominent in her eyes.

“YN! Are you okay?”

You nod, only to find out that it’s extremely difficult to move your head and not feel like you just broke every bone in your body.

“I’m good.” You croak.

You look around the room, relieved to find that Wednesday wasn’t there. You don’t think you could bear the look she would give you, so full of worry and so unlike Wednesday.

“Where’s Wednesday?” You manage out, looking at Enid expectedly.

“She hasn’t come back from Jericho yet.” Enid confirms your suspicions, sounding a little uneasy.

“Xavier’s really got to watch his back, I have no idea what Wednesday’s going to do when she finds out about this, but it’s NOT going to be pretty.” She continues, eyes wide.

At that, your own eyes widen, and you try to shake your head.

“No no, Enid, please don’t tell Wednesday about this. I don’t want her to see me in this shape.” You reach for Enid’s hand, making sure she’s looking at you.

“But…”

“Please, Enid. You don’t have to lie or anything, just tell her you don’t know where I am. I’ll be good in a couple of days.” You plead.

“Alright, fine.” She mumbles, taking your hand in hers and rubbing the back in comfort.

——

The next few days are spent in agony. The pain is starting to subside, but you still look like a beat up raisin. Purple and green bruises litter your skin, but the real sense of pain is coming from the distance between you and Wednesday.

You two had grown….very somewhat close the last few months, though the both of you would never admit it.

It was extremely hard trying to avoid Wednesday, and even harder to cover the bruises on your face. One good look and you knew she would’ve figured it out.

So for the past week, you’ve stumbled into bushes, fallen over benches, and hit the corridor walls in an attempt to swerve from Wednesday many times.

Every time she tried to approach you, you’d hang your head low, never meeting her eyes.

It was going well for the most part, until Ms.Thornhill had decided she wanted people to work in pairs.

You crossed your fingers, praying to the lord that you didn’t even worship you wouldn’t be stuck with Wednesday.

But to no avail, your luck once again ran out.

“Wednesday Addams, YN LN.”

You sigh loudly and make your way over to sit next to Wednesday, still avoiding her eye at all costs.

Most of the lesson is spent in silence, both of you lost stirring in your thoughts.

Then, “Why have you been avoiding me?” Wednesday says, hurried, like she couldn’t help it from slipping.

You sigh, for what feels like the millionth time that day, and manage a quiet, “I haven’t been avoiding you Wednesday.”

It comes out so weak, you wouldn’t have even believed yourself.

“Yes you have. I want to know the reason, have I done something wrong? Maybe I said something to hurt your….feelings?” She pauses before the last word, tone turning uncertain.

You frown.

“No of course not Wednesday, I just…” You trail off.

You turn to Wednesday, determined to give the performance of a lifetime, but forget that your face still looks like a bruised peach, and you definitely shouldn’t look her in the face.

You let out a final sigh and pull the head of your hoodie down, feeling small under Wednesdays stare.

Her eyes widen a little at the sight of you, and worry fills them. You can’t help but feel a tinge of happiness at how much she seems to care, letting the emotionless mask slip for a second.

She stands up suddenly, startling you and the 20 other people in the room.

“Ms. Thornhill, may YN and I please be excused?”

Wednesday doesn’t wait for Ms.Thornhill to answer before taking you by the wrist and dragging you out.

She doesn’t say a word until she gets to her dorm, quickly opening the door and throwing you in.

“Wednesday?” You squeak.

She turns and reaches out to touch your face, thumb rubbing just the slightest on your bruises.

A gentleness she didn’t know she possessed took over, still moving her hand in small circles all over your face.

“Who did this to you?” She murmurs, and her voice is filled with such intense worry it makes you want to break down.

Your head falls down on instinct, staring at your shoes like they’re the most interesting piece of art in the world.

Wednesday grips your chin and tilts your face back up, inches away from you.

Then she’s placing her hands on your waist, hands rigid, like she’s nervous.

You look so vulnerable, and she might’ve even say sort of adorable, she can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to your cheek, on top of the scar.

Your breath hitches in your throat, body stiff.

She continues giving you little pecks all around the bruises, and you relax in her arms.

After a while, she pulls away, and you grab at her on instinct. She lets you, body pressing up to yours once again.

“You never answered my question.” She says.

“Xavier. He said something bad about you, but it doesn’t matter now. This is much better.” You mumble as you dig your face in her uniform.

She tenses up at this.

“He’s going to die a slow, painful death. And not the satisfying kind.” She decides, hand wrapping around your waist protectively.

You hum, “Who cares? I just wanna stay like this.”

The two of you don’t say much after that, content in simply being in each other’s presence.

-

When you get to class the next day, you bite back a smirk when you see Xavier’s positively beaten up face.

You walk over to him, acting all nonchalant.

“Yeah dude. She’s soooo into you.”

-

A/N: I kinda really enjoyed writing that, ty anon! Wednesday’s such a sweet softie on the inside.

[rosenallies]

UM HI AGAIN I HAVE ANOTHER ONE. Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to ignore if you don't want to write it, but would you maybe want to write bimbo au AFTER their first time, Denali getting up to leave because that's what he's used to and Rosie asking him to stay the night? 😳😳😳

this is so cute🥺😭 ty❤️

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"That was-that was really good," Denali said sheepishly, rolling out of bed and scanning the floor for his clothes.

Rosé smiled. "Yeah, it was, the bathroom's just to your right."

Nodding curtly, Denali gathered the clothes he could find and scampered off into the bathroom to change. He realized once he was in there, his sweater wasn’t in the bundle he grabbed, dressed only in his panties, he poked his head out of the bathroom.

“Hey, is my sweater over there?”

Looking up from his phone, Rosé shrugged. “I think that came off before we came upstairs, you can grab one of my sweatshirts from the closet if you’d like, it’s probably more comfortable to sleep in anyway.”

“Oh, okay, I guess I’ll just get it back to you when I see you again.”

Brows furrowed together, Rosé sat up straighter. “You don’t want to stay the night?”

“You want me to-?”

Chuckling, Rosé motioned him over. “Of course I do. I like you, remember? I really like you.”

Denali sat on the edge of the bed next to him, only in his underwear. “That’s what a lot of them say,” he replied quietly.

“Well, I’m not ‘a lot of them’, I’m me and I like you and I want you to stay,” he said, wrapping an arm around Denali and pulling him close so that he was leaning against him, “but I might not be able to let you leave.”

“So, this isn’t over now that we’ve had sex? You’re not gonna forget about me or only call me when the guy you really like isn’t picking up?”

Rosé frowned. “I would never do that to anyone, nevermind you. You are the person I really like.”

Denali sniffled, wiping at his eyes for betraying him. “I’m sorry, I’m just- not used to this. It feels-“

“Weird?”

“Yeah, weird,” he agreed.

"I understand, I'm not used to someone not only wanting me for my money."

Scoffing, Denali rolled his eyes lightheartedly. "How? You're so sweet and super fucking sexy, the fact that you're stupidly rich is just like a bonus."

"Well, sometimes people only want the bonus. I've dated guys in the past that I'm pretty sure I could have treated like shit but as long as I kept funding them, they would have stuck around."

Denali hummed, idly tracing patterns on Rosé's bare chest. "You broke things off with them then?"

"Every last one of them," he sighed, "I'm not looking for a sugar baby. Sure, I'll take care of you and spoil you, but I want a real and genuine connection with someone that would last even if I lost every penny to my name."

Looking up at him with a wide eyed gaze, Denali smiled softly. "Me too."

Rosé kissed the top of his head and pulled him closer. "Good."

[truculentbitch]

same anon who sent the long ask - you prob won’t want to post this so no pressure to respond in a separate post or anything, i just want to explain how i got there but don’t know how to without saying something that will probably read as inflammatory to some people lol

ty for the reply, i really understand where you were coming from now. i def read the tone of your og post wrong, that’s my bad. i think we’re all pretty aware that nenjaturtle is sorta “known” for talking about dregirls, and lately i’ve been seeing a lotttt of posts and comments from blogs similar to the one i took from your post and responded to, but those ones are very obviously meant in a negative, snarky way, and are clearly directed toward nen. i’m not gonna comment on that other than saying that when i stopped checking in on mar’s blog, crit felt the way i think it should again lol. i think i’ve just seen so much of it recently, not just from one person either, that i automatically interpreted your post that way too, and it was disappointing. but your response clarified your tone and logic so i appreciate you taking the time to write it.

i get your frustration on some level. not to the same extent of course, but somewhat. george making his comeback is promising - i’m tentatively hopefully that we’ll start actually having things to talk about soon lol. i personally can’t really blame those who have old conversations again or nitpick things that’ve already been torn apart, because i understand the boredom, too, but i get where you’re coming from. anyways, sorry for a second long ask, back to lurking for me now lol. i hope your week is going well! :)

so i wasn't going to post this bc it contains named blogs and i don't want to get involved in the fractious back and forth there but i have a couple of things to say and i've never been good at shutting up. i've dmed both of the blogs mentioned to make it clear to them that my opinion here isn't meant as an attack and that i'm always willing to have a convo with them about it if they want. i hope that both are familiar enough with me and the way i conduct myself that they take this in the spirit it's meant.

to my mind, all of this is a question of comfort and desire, right? like what are we (or they) seeking in this space? what nen's anons are seeking is not the same as what mar's anons are seeking. that's just the base of it, the most obvious point, and then we get into the weeds of who's more valid or moral or righteous. or who's more comfortable for us, i guess, if we consider yr feeling of crit being 'the way i think it should'. that's a common thing, i think, ppl having an idea of what crit was or is or should be and i understand it, i've been here for years, but i can't commit to an idea of it. crit is an amorphous space. it has no rules, no form; it does have a loose social code but also no specific punishment for violating it. i don't think anyone can define what 'crit' is in a way that's enforceable. i wouldn't want to cohere to that anyway. so if we can't agree on an idea of what crit is, how can we say who's 'valid'? ultimately we can't and that's ok. we don't have to like every corner of crit. i think a lot of dteam crit ppl would be better off if they looked into non-dteam crit spaces and realised that their definition of the space is entirely myopic.

i don't follow nen bc i don't enjoy the convos their anons bring up. if they were less active i'd just scroll past but bc they're prob the most active/popular crit blog rn, it fucks my dash 😭 i've told them this is the reason i unfollowed. it's not a judgement of them specifically, it's just me not enjoying those discussions, as i said earlier. i don't think those discussions are worthwhile. i have issues with the convos and the way nen responds to some degree so i don't get involved. that's it.

i follow mar but i don't engage with the neg shit she posts bc it's not my business and i think it's silly. i don't agree with the way she addresses nen/nen's anons but again, it's not my business so i don't get involved. that's it.

i curate my space.

i think there's room for everyone in whatever the space we call crit is. i don't like the move towards stannish attitudes where any criticism of a blog's main is cause for aggressive textual bile. i don't like the move towards hugbox sensitivity where reblogging and disagreeing is seen as bullying or an attack on the blog rather than their opinions. like can you imagine if gugs or hata hated me bc i've disagreed with them publicly, over and over, on the dash???

i'm just gonna keep doing what i've always done tbh. i think i've been less willing to do that lately bc shit's been so explosive. i do think that the ability to (respectfully) disagree openly has been lost lately and i think that's unhealthy. i'm not sure if that's what lead to more aggressive responses but i don't think it's helped.