#because how exactly do you react to something like this

[afniel]

Someone kind of commented on this "why not both" and I wanted to go back and be more specific about why I do not think RSD is a useful categorization as-is. I'm not gonna name them because I don't want them to feel pointed out, and given the topic I think it's important to do that and also state specifically that I'm not mad! I just want to explain this in detail.

So, let's say I'm correct and RSD is just another name for complex PTSD (CPTSD). There's evidence for that, so I'm not making a huge leap on my own. It presents with the same symptoms and responds to the same treatment, even pharmaceutically. Why not call it what it is? Recognizing it as CPTSD removes some of the stigma. It's not just "funny neurodivergent brain makes you too sad when you're criticized disorder," which is a real problem that RSD faces in being accepted as a diagnosis. Having a name that separates it from what it is, a trauma reaction that can be cripplingly severe and highly disruptive to people's quality of life, does people who live with it no favors at all. If it's considered something that only happens to people with ADHD, this separates these people from resources that could help them. Nothing in the name Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria implies that this is related to trauma. Looking for help with RSD will not get you to help with CPTSD, even if that's what it is.

And yeah, neurodivergent people often have a harder time with emotional regulation. That isn't particularly relevant to the diagnosis of (C)PTSD. Trauma is a reaction to events, not the events themselves. Trauma is the reaction when one endures a stressor that exceeds their ability to process that stress, and that capacity is highly individual and dependent on a lot of external factors as well. An event that is traumatic to one person can be just another random occurrence to another person. The quantity and quality of any given stress correlates roughly to how likely it is to be traumatic, but even among neurotypical people, there is no way to predict exactly which stressors will be traumatic and which won't. Being neurodivergent is one factor among many that influences the likeliness to experience PTSD after a traumatic event, but there is no 'special' PTSD that only people of a specific neurotype can get, only more or less common routes to it. PTSD is a pretty universal experience.

Calling it something it isn't just diminishes it. If you took a random number of neurotypical people (do not actually do this by the way!) and had people routinely yell at them for mistakes they made that were out of their control, some number of them would be traumatized and react accordingly to thinking they made mistakes later on. The only difference here is that neurodivergent people have a lot more mistake-influencing factors that they can't control, so the odds of this treatment increase, and they may be primed to have a trauma reaction more easily. That doesn't make the reaction itself special or different.

Basically, tl;dr, calling it something else makes it sound like it's just a silly little ADHD thing, not the legitimate reaction to lifelong trauma that it almost definitely is. People deserve to have their trauma recognized and treated appropriately.

being neurodivergent is all fun and games until someone is slightly critical of you and you suddenly feel physically ill

[hellspawnmotel]

Question: I notice on your Deltarune posts you focus on a lot about relationships and gender roles and such. May I ask why exactly? Just curious as to why find this aspect of this game so particularly interesting? Is there anything else you find interesting about DR?

well. first of all yes I find many other aspects of DR to be interesting lmao. the discarded vessel, the conversations ralsei and kris have when the player isnt looking, the dreemurr-holiday family split, anything surrounding dess, the connections to undertale, what gaster's goals are, susie's potential, kris's whole everything.... but as I've said before, I don't really like making predictions outside of themes and character dynamics. and I feel that for most of these things, I don't have enough information yet to really dig my teeth in analysis-wise, or else I don't have anything interesting to say that hasn't been said already.

as for why I fixate on the theme of gender so much.......

it just happens to be a theme I'm extremely drawn to and interested in

idk if I've ever vibed with a single character as much as I do noelle. it's like she and all her aesthetics were made for me specifically to love. and noelle is..... at least given the context of the weird route, she's kind of a girl of all time? not just in terms of being a great character, but her position represents femininity in fiction to me in the same way as like, rei ayanami or anthy himemiya. she's very much herself but in the eyes of the narrative and the viewer she becomes every girl to ever live. she's turned into a symbol. all girls are like the rose bride. there's just already so many layers and so much to analyze about it- not just from the game itself but how the audience receives and reacts to the game.

I'm a woman

my absolute favorite genre of video games is JRPGs from the 90s and 00s and let me tell you something about that. I could name more games that I have stopped playing after getting hours in specifically because the way they handled their female characters pissed me off so much, than games that I've come out of feeling like the girls were written at all fairly. how women are written in this genre, and in fantasy at large, is something I already thought about all the time. and deltarune is very much based on games like that! it's not the only thing deltarune is based on but it's the thing I personally have the most experience with. and given what we've been presented with so far, I actually feel pretty confident, for the first time in my life, that deltarune is going to continue to do right by its female characters and have interesting things to say about women in JRPGs, video games, fantasy, and fiction in general, if only in the abstract. it's something I've been dying to see done well specifically in this setting, this genre, and this medium for years. and I'm gonna revel in that as much as I can.

......writing this I forgot that you also said "relationships" and not just gender roles lol but that answer's a lot simpler. I just love watching and writing character interaction. and again, it's something I can iterate on a lot despite not having the full picture yet. it's fun and cool.

[carnalcrows]

A DEAL - THANOS

pairing: plug!thanos x male!reader

synopsis: Your dealer offers you another way to pay for your drugs.

content warnings: 18+, bottom male reader, drug usage, breeding, free use?

word count: 1.1k

You weren’t about to walk all the way back home just because you forgot your damn phone. That was like an hour’s trip—both ways—and for what? Just to come all the way back to buy the same damn thing?

Nah.

Not when you were already at Thanos’ place, comfortably sprawled out on his couch like it was your second home. Not when he was right there, sitting across from you in his usual chair, one leg crossed over the other, smoking like he had all the time in the world.

And definitely not when you could already smell the good shit from across the room.

“C’mon, man,” you groaned, head tipped back against the couch, fingers drumming lazily against your knee. “You know I always pay you. Just let me take it, and I’ll send the money later.”

Thanos didn’t respond right away. He just took another slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke like he was contemplating his life choices, like maybe he regretted ever doing business with you in the first place.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“That’s cute,” he said, voice slow and deep, smooth as ever. “But I don’t do charity.”

You scoffed. “Wow. So heartless.”

He smirked. “Nah. Just practical.” He flicked some ash into the tray beside him, tilting his head slightly. “Though, lucky for you… I do accept alternative forms of payment.”

Your brows furrowed. “Huh?”

Thanos just stared at you.

And then—oh.

Your lips curled into a slow grin. “Oh, you’re nasty.”

Thanos chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

You leaned back, running your tongue over your teeth, tapping your fingers against your thigh. You should just leave. Should just call it a night and make the trip home. But… that was a lot of effort. And you really wanted that stash.

And, well.

Thanos wasn’t ugly.

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face. “Man, whatever. You better give me the top-shelf shit, though.”

Thanos grinned—dark, lazy, cocky as hell. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice dropping slightly. “I take care of my customers.”

Then, with no warning, he was on you.

His hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up just enough before he crashed his lips against yours.

It was messy. Fast. Hungry. There was no hesitation, no build-up—just Thanos, all heat and pressure and control. His fingers gripped your face like he had no intention of letting go, and his other hand pinned your thigh down, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You barely had time to react before his tongue teased at the seam of your lips, demanding. He wasn’t asking. He wasn’t waiting. He was just taking.

A groan built in your throat, half a protest, half something else, but Thanos swallowed it whole.

"Relax," he muttered against your mouth, his tone edged with amusement. "You acting all shy on me now?"

You scoffed, gripping the front of his hoodie, half to pull him closer, half to push him away—but Thanos barely budged.

“Shut up.”

He smirked against your lips. “Make me.”

You tried. You really did. But Thanos had already won.

His hand slid up from your jaw, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. He was leading it, controlling it, and all you could do was keep up. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, sharp enough to make you gasp, and he took full advantage, drinking in the sound like he owned it.

You barely registered the shift until you felt your back hit the couch, Thanos settling over you, pressing you down like he had all night to burn.

Your breath hitched. "You're enjoying this too much."

Thanos chuckled, low and knowing. "Maybe." He dragged his thumb over your swollen lip, voice dropping to a murmur. "But you're not exactly complaining."

And, well.

You weren’t.

That was probably how you ended up in this position. Face pushed into the couch while your ass was gripped by Thanos’ hands as he wrecked your hole. His hands, god, they were so large, gripping you by the waist, as his colourful nails dug into your skin, leaving crescent shaped marks.

"You feel so good around me... fuck", he groaned as you clenched around him, your hands gripping at the fabric of the couch for support.

The way he fucked you was almost animalistic, if anything, you could say that it was better that the drugs.

Feeling himself close to release, he fucked into you with reckless abandoned, reaching spots you didn't even know exist.

You felt your orgasm wash over you like a waterfall, arching your back into him as you came.

He came soon after, pushing all the way into you before painting your insides a pearly white.

He laid you on the couch and flipped you around to face him. Your fucked-out expression made him hard again, you felt him in your stomach.

"You thought we were done? Nah, the booze you want costs way more that this baby."

Oh.

Fuck.

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PAC: Your Next Relationship (who, where, when)

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Who: A bombshell—someone sexy. You’ll see this person as eye candy. They’ll catch your eye the second you’re in the same room as them. They have a magnetic aura, they command authority simply with their presence. They could be taller than average. I’m hearing tall,dark and handsome. Where: I’m getting the image of someone’s hands holding your waist, saying, “Excuse me?” Ooooh, this is dangerous. The second they touch you? Electrified. The eye contact lingers, and the sudden rise in temperature sets your body on fire. You’ll fall for each other at first sight. I can feel the sexual tension, the people around too.lol. This is this type of thing when everyone at work can clearly see you guys like each other but you still play it slow. This feels like having a crush when you’re younger. Getting excited to go to work because you know they will be there. This is really cute, you guys make each other blush. When: This could happen when you’re starting something new—maybe a new workplace, a vacation, or even a cruise for some. It could happen after a move, I see movement. You won’t see it coming, but trust me, it’s coming. 18+ Thoughts: “You need a spanking” “Let me worship you” “Moan my name”

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Pile Two🧚🏾:

Who: You know them. Yes, it’s them. I know you’re tired of hearing about them, but listen—you need to talk to this person. They don’t want to let go. They can’t let you go. It’s you; it has to be you. Wow, someone’s spiraling.This person is losing their mind over you. You might be ignoring them, a little taste of the silent treatment huh? They can’t handle it. Now it’s clear they have no power, and by the way they are reacting, they know time is up? You’ve given a lot of time/chances to this person. It’s funny how karma works, all that time wasted on them is now being repaid by constant obsession and insecurity when it comes to their place in your life. Their position is rocky? Do they even still have one?

Where: I don’t know if this person is blocked, but they’ve spent an insane amount of time in their Notes app, trying to come up with the best way to start a conversation. Adding you on social media with fake accounts? This is actually wild. I don’t feel like they’re dangerous—they just seem desperate for your attention and approval. They seem determinated? Needing to know what you are doing, with whom? This person is unwell. Pile two this is your next relationship reading, but you don’t have to make space for someone in your life when they are in this state. Also you don’t even have to date them, but they have a huge pull on your energy, frantikly trying to hold onto you. They regret not telling you how they felt, how much you mattered. They don’t know why they tried so hard to make you feel like you didn’t. Omgggg this is actually hurting my head.

When: I think you haven’t talked to this person in a while, and that’s the problem. Paranoia has had time to grow, and now it’s like a virus. They’re losing sleep over this. It’s like all those times they tried desperately not to think about you—and succeeded—are coming back to haunt them. And they’re not letting go 18+ Thoughts: “ I want to make it up to you in bed” “Answer my calls” “I miss you caressing me”

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Pile Three🍀:

Who: You don’t know this person yet. They’re really tall and love earthy colors—green looks amazing on them. This person is crafty and loves spending time in nature. They have this quiet confidence. Where does it come from? From knowing exactly who they are. They are secure in themselves and it shows in the way they walk, talk, breath.lol. This person has a strange effect on you, they feel like a warm blanket, and this feeling is constant. No roller coaster. As if you were spending the early mornings on a beach watching the sun rise. This is finally a love that doesn’t take anything from you, it just adds to your life.

Where: This will happen outside on a summer day—maybe in a garden or a park. This person sees you reading? LOL, they quickly Google the book on their phone before approaching. Smart one! This person knows what they want and doesn’t play games. They’re also excellent cooks! You could meet them at a class someone invites you to—you’re trying it out for free. This person feels so refreshing, they are exactly what you need when you meet them. They see you and already start plotting, They don’t look like it tho. With their dazzling smiles. I’m getting surfer boy energy lol. They seem so zen, so at peace, and this energy will rub off on you.

When: They’re slow-moving, and your paths haven’t aligned yet. I’m hearing that both of you need to make some lifestyle changes before being united. This one is really up to divine timing but it is worth it.

18+ Thoughts: “Let’s break the bed.” “Let me tie you up.” “I want to make you c*m”

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[hollyoongs]

Hi! I saw you had requests open. I was wondering if you could maybe do Enhypen minus Riki and how they would react to you being a virgin like would they get turned on, etc.? And also maybe a nsfw a-z for sunghoon please? If not that’s totally cool 😊

NOW PLAYiNG: MADONNA - LiKE A ViRGiN

REQUEST TiME 𓂃🖊 [mdni] ──── slightly suggestive, but not really smut. enha members are already experienced in this (2302 words)

LEE HEESEUNG: Honestly, Heeseung wouldn’t care in the slightest whether you were a virgin or not. That boy is so head over heels for you, it’s almost ridiculous—like, he loves you so much it physically pains him sometimes. To him, none of that stuff matters. All he cares about is you, how you feel, and making sure you’re happy and comfortable in all the senses of the word.

Now, if you did choose to let him be your first, oh, he’d definitely have his teasing moments—just enough to make you flustered, because let’s be real, he loves seeing you like that. But he’d never overdo it. He’d be so incredibly patient and gentle, treating you like the most precious thing in the world, making sure you felt safe and adored every step of the way from start to finish. Because at the end of the day, to Heeseung, it’s not just about the moment—it’s about you.

۶ৎ Heeseung’s brows lift slightly before a slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. “Oh?” His voice drops an octave, thick with intrigue as he leans in with his fingers grazing your naked thigh just enough to make you shiver. “That’s kinda cute.” His eyes would scan your face as if he were memorizing every reaction you did after an action from his part. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his smirk widening when you instinctively part them. “No one’s ever touched you like that before?” There’s a teasing lilt to his words, but the way his fingers tighten slightly against your skin tells you exactly where his mind is going. His smirk widens just a fraction; your exes couldn’t make you trust them enough, but here he was, with the pretty view of your swollen lips from the previous heated make-out session, your breasts and entrance covered with your underwear and your glossy eyes looking at him, desire and eagerness noticeable. His lips went to your neck, his left ear gaining all your soft moans, “I will be gentle, princess.” He then decided to plant a small love bite on your neck, making your back arch, and you moaned at a slightly higher volume. He separates from you to watch you, clearly enjoying how easy it is to fluster you, “Unless you’d like it if I wasn’t.”

PARK JONGSEONG: Jay would definitely be a little surprised at first, but the second it really sinks in? Oh boy, he’d find it insanely sexy. Like, something about knowing he’s the first just does something to him, but not in a cocky way. It’s more of a “Wow, you trust me with this?” kind of thing, and that means everything to him.

And let’s be real, Jay is such a patient, reassuring guy. A MAN. He wouldn’t rush a single thing, making sure you felt nothing but safe and comfortable the whole time. But don’t get it twisted—just because he’s all gentle and considerate doesn’t mean he won’t tease you a little. He’d absolutely push just enough to have you breathless, smirking at every little reaction you give him. And the whole time, he’d be whispering little promises about how he’s going to make your first time something you’ll never forget. And trust me, with Jay? He means it.

۶ৎ Jay pauses for a second, his usual confidence momentarily slipping as he processes your words. The movie you two were supposed to be watching was like a faint sound in the background; you two didn’t know when it started to get heated; the only thing you knew was to stop the moment you felt your underwear sticking to your arousal the moment his hands went under your shirt to your back, playing with the hook of your bra. He exhales sharply, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he shakes his head. “Do you want this? We can stop and keep making-out if you like.” Despite being already excited, he could maintain his voice control, but since you know every non-sexual act with Jay was like touching heaven, you were so sure you wanted him to be your first. Instead of answering verbally, you lift your shirt up and throw it to the floor, his gaze going down to your covered chest for a second before looking at you again, mouth open, eyes slightly hooded, and such a yearning look in his face. “Yes, please.” His breath came out just a bit heavier. “Fuck, that was hot.” His grip tightens slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you down to grind his clothed erection with your covered entrance. “I’m gonna make sure no one else will ever compare, baby.”

SIM JAEYUN: He needs a moment to process it, just blinking at you until it clicks, he’s so into it. The idea of being your first—of being the one to guide you through something so intimate—completely turns him on. But it’s not just about that for him. No, Jake’s the type who would want to make it special. Like, really make sure you felt cherished, adored, like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him in that moment.

And while he’d absolutely be gentle—because of course he would—there’s no denying that Jake is naturally intense. That kind of quiet passion that just simmers under the surface? Yeah, it’s coming out. He’d be so caught up in the moment, in you, that every touch, every kiss, and every whispered word would have you trembling. Because Jake isn’t just about making it good—he wants to make sure that after this, you won’t ever want anyone else.

۶ৎ Similar to Jay, he needs a solid second to really sink in your words. Sure, he was surprised, but soon found himself turned on with the mere thought of you being ruined by him.  “Wait, really?” After your affirmative answer, he lets out a quiet chuckle before making you wrap your legs around his hips and kiss you, messy and wet as he was carrying you to his bedroom, glad to know all the members are with his families and he just came back from Australia after seeing his. “That’s really sexy,” he murmurs against your lips, gaining a laugh from you. He doesn’t even bother turning on the light or shutting the door properly; he simply drops you onto the bed gently, his body immediately following as he cages you beneath him, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. His lips trail down your jaw, his breath warm against your skin and his hands on your ass. “I’m taking my time with you.” He went lower, your naked thighs having a layer of his kisses left to right, his hand traveling a brief second up to hold your hand and give it a kiss. “Let's make sure every single second of it is perfect.” 

PARK SUNGHOON: Sunghoon gets flustered at first. Like, full-on wide eyes, lips parting slightly, and—yep—there go his ears, turning the cutest shade of pink. He’d need a second to process, maybe even stammer out a “Wait, really?” before it fully sinks in. And once it does? Things get interesting.

Because while Sunghoon would absolutely be gentle—taking his time, making sure you felt completely safe and loved—there’s something bubbling under the surface. The quiet, almost shy demeanor we all know wouldn’t last long. I feel that the more he touches you, the more he feels you, the more he realizes that he’s the first—the only one who’s ever had you like this—the more that possessiveness starts creeping in. It’s slow, controlled at first, but you can feel it, the way his grip tightens, the way his kisses grow deeper, the way he’s just barely holding himself back. There's no turning back at that point.

۶ৎ After a deep breath on his part, he swallows hard and forces himself to meet your gaze again. “So, uh…” He clears his throat, shifting in his seat. “That means I’d be your first?” The words sank in as he exhaled sharply, his hand running all the way up your back. He bites his lip when he hears your soft “yes,” trying (and failing) to suppress the way his ears are turning red. “I’ll follow your lead, darling. What do you want to do?” The moment you positioned him at the end of your bed, and you placed your covered entrance on top of his bare thigh, he was now cursing himself. "You’re really testing my patience here, you know that?" He finally gives in, his fingers brushing over your wrist before he gently intertwines them with yours. His thighs tense beneath you, his head tipping back slightly as he exhales through his nose. “I want you so bad,” he admits, loud and clear. His fingers dig into your waist before he catches himself, immediately loosening his grip as he swallows hard. “But I meant what I said—I’ll follow your lead.”

KIM SUNOO: Sunoo would be the most patient and reassuring person ever—right up there with Jay. The moment you told him, he’d just give you that soft, knowing smile, gently taking your hands in his and making sure you felt nothing but safe and cared. Because let’s be real, Sunoo is a gentleman through and through. He’d take his time, showering you with compliments, tender touches, and the kind of affection that makes your heart melt.

But here’s the thing I think about him—while he’d be all sweet and considerate, I have this feeling that there’s definitely a part of him secretly looking forward to the moment he can finally ruin you. He won’t rush it—he enjoys the anticipation, watching you get flustered under his touch, savoring every little reaction you give him. And let’s not forget, this boy has an older sister. He knows what’s up. He’s seen things, heard things, and trust me—he’s got tricks up his sleeve that you won’t even see coming. So sure, he’ll be patient; he’ll be gentle… at first. But once he decides it’s time? Yeah, good luck.

۶ৎ "You know you don’t have to worry with me, right?" he murmurs, his gaze locking onto yours. Your body rested against the wall, Sunoo’s hand pressed firmly against your lower back while his other cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing delicate patterns on your skin. "I’d never rush you," he promises, his eyes filled with quiet intensity as you get lost in them, like you usually do. Since you two were roommates, you had come back from the party you were invited to, the tension so heavy ever since he walked you home after making out with him. The moment you stepped inside, you were caged between him and the wall, feeling the warmth radiating from his body and having his lips just inches from yours. "I’d want you to be sure about this." His thumb brushes against your lower lip, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. "Do you want this?," he continues, his breath fanning over your lips. Then, the playful glint returns to his eyes, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips when eh saw you nod. His fingers trail down your spine, his grip tightening just slightly.

YANG JUNGWON: Jungwon is the perfect mix of sweet and teasing, and I truly think that would be him in the act, the perfect balance that keeps you on edge the entire time. He’d guide you with the softest touches, whispering reassurances in your ear, making sure you felt like the only girl in the world—but don’t think for a second that means he’s going easy on you. He’d take his time driving you absolutely crazy, unraveling you piece by piece, until you’re barely holding yourself together.

Jungwon may have that soft smile and those kind eyes, but underneath? That natural dominance of his? Shines through in the most intoxicating way. He just knows what he’s doing, effortlessly taking control without ever making you feel overwhelmed. And let’s not forget—he’s another member with an older sister. He’s overheard plenty of things during her slumber parties, all the little secrets girls whisper about what they like, what makes them weak. And he put them to the test before. He knows what works. So trust me, whatever Jungwon does, he’s doing it with full confidence, knowing exactly how to leave you breathless and completely at his mercy.

۶ৎ Jungwon tilts his head at you, blinking slowly as if he’s replaying your words in his mind. Then, he leans back in, capturing your lips in another slow, intoxicating kiss before pulling away with a devilish smile. "Really?" he hums, voice lilting with something unreadable. Your study session with your new boyfriend of five months had long since derailed, turning into a heated makeout session during one of your many breaks thanks to the Pomodoro clock you had played. You were perched on his desk, books pushed aside, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist as he stood between them. You wanted him—you were so sure of it. Jungwon’s fingers trace idle patterns along your thighs, his touch featherlight, sometimes even squeezing it slightly to see your shy state. Your expression shifts under his teasing touch. "So eager for me." His lips trail down to your jawline, lingering there before he chuckles softly against your skin. "I like that about you," he admits, his hands now resting on your hips, his grip both gentle and possessive. "But you know what I like even more?" His lips ghost over your ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "That you trust me completely." His hands squeeze your hips, his teasing unbearable now, as he pulls back just enough to see your frustration—exactly what he wanted. "So eager for me," he coos, his smirk growing. "I told you… I can be patient. The real question is, can you?"

─── KICKING THE BLANKETS WITH THIS also anon, I will def hold to that sunghoon request, I've been thinking about it for a while and lord, kissing your head with this fr

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[rosiecosy]

sticker war˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(woozi x svt!reader) ft svt — fluff

the tour bus rumbles along the highway, the curtains drawn just enough to block out the afternoon sun.

woozi doesn’t even react when you climb into his lap.

he’s used to this—used to you curling up against him, used to your arms wrapping around his neck. he barely glances up from his laptop as you press your forehead against his shoulder, letting out a long, dramatic sigh.

"what now?" he asks, unimpressed.

"nothing," you mumble. "just love you."

he finally looks at you, one eyebrow raised. "do you?"

"mmhmm." you nuzzle into him. "so much."

he scoffs but his arms still wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer. "you only say that when you're about to do something stupid."

you gasp, offended. "excuse me? i’m just showing affection to my beloved boyfriend. is that so wrong?"

"no," he says dryly, "but you're never this sweet for no reason."

you pout at him, but he doesn't budge. after a long moment, you huff and pull something from your pocket.

"okay, fine," you admit, holding up a small pack of stickers. "i bought these at the last pit stop."

woozi eyes the stickers—cute, pastel-colored, shaped like little animals and hearts. "...okay?"

"i wanna put one on you."

"no."

"why not?"

"because i don't trust you," he says bluntly.

you whine, dramatically draping yourself over him. "just one! please, jihoonnnn?"

he sighs, long-suffering. "fine. one."

grinning, you peel off a tiny pink heart and gently stick it onto his cheek. you giggle, tilting your head to admire your work. "perfect."

woozi only rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears turn red. "happy now?"

"very."

he lets you press a quick kiss to his lips before nudging you off his lap. "now go before the others see me like this."

"you're no fun," you tease, skipping off.

what woozi doesn’t know is that you have an entire plan in mind.

——

it starts with hoshi.

technically, seungkwan is the one who escalates it. he spots the sticker pack in your hand and immediately gets ideas.

"you know what would be funny?" he whispers.

"putting them on soonyoung?" you whisper back.

seungkwan grins. "exactly."

hoshi, as it turns out, is not observant. you and seungkwan manage to slap at least ten stickers on his arms, two on his forehead, and one directly on his nose before he finally notices.

"yah!" he yelps, swatting at his face. "what is this? who did this?"

"soonyoung-ah," jeonghan calls from the couch, not even looking up from his phone. "you're literally covered in stickers. how did you not notice?"

"who did this?" hoshi demands, glaring at you and seungkwan.

seungkwan, the traitor, immediately shoves the sticker pack into your hands and yells, "IT WAS Y/N!" before bolting down the bus aisle.

"yah!" you screech, but it’s too late. hoshi is already lunging at you.

——

the war that follows is legendary.

wonwoo, quietly amused, starts placing stickers on mingyu’s back when he’s not paying attention.

vernon, ever the instigator, sticks a tiny bunny onto seungcheol’s forehead while he’s asleep. when seungcheol wakes up, he sighs and mutters, "i don't even want to know."

jun and minghao get creative, turning dino into a walking sticker collage before he even realizes. joshua, ever the angel (or so he claims), slaps a cat sticker on jeonghan, who retaliates by covering joshua’s entire arm in revenge.

dokyeom? he just sits there and accepts his fate as everyone covers him in tiny pandas.

you, of course, are in the middle of it all, giggling as you stick another heart onto seungkwan’s cheek—

"y/n."

you freeze.

slowly, you turn. woozi stands there, arms crossed, an unimpressed look on his face.

he’s mostly sticker-free, except for the small pink heart still on his cheek.

"uh," you start. "hi, jihoon."

"you started this, didn’t you?"

"…no?"

woozi exhales, rubbing his temples. "you’re so much trouble."

"but you love me," you say sweetly, stepping closer.

he lets you, sighing again when you peel off another sticker—this one shaped like a star—and place it gently on the tip of his nose.

"there," you say, grinning. "even more perfect."

he blinks, scrunches his nose, then huffs. "you're ridiculous."

"and you're cute," you say, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before dashing off.

woozi watches you go, shaking his head. he doesn’t peel off the stickers.

[bunni-v1]

MORE JEALOUS PURE VANILLA COOKIE OMGGGG he'd totally be a jealous person despite his kindness

kinda imagining that in the stage during the push and pull he was doing, trying to push you away, you become quite close to some other cookies in the kingdom, specifically the creme Republic (clotted cream and financier) and he just gets.... uncomfortable when you two are FINALLY together because you're so friendly with clotted cream and his bodyguard.... like, hello.........

his eyes narrow slightly, and it just makes him feel so unpleasant, knowing that clotted cream cookie can easily strike up conversation with you and randomly tell him something you like—it makes his dough seethe slightly, whether he wants to admit it or not. or how financier and some random vanilla kingdom npcs mention a fact about you he coincidentally doesn't know because he was busy going through it and pushing you away before; OUGHHHHHH

i like to think white lily is involved in this in some way? he can't fully get over her and sometimes he tends to get passive about your very real concerns about how he looks at her as though he has something to say, i wonder how he would react if he finds you actually a bit insecure or unsure whether he'd pick you over her......... since he still cares deeply about his once first love, no?

anyways. yes. jealous PV is a concept that sticks heavily in my mind rn

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Jealousy Looks Ugly on You

🍓Hi pookiebear, I'm so sorry for 100% butchering the Creme Republic. I refuse to play that shit, even for that stupid blonde twink. Note, this takes place significantly after the events of Beast Yeast, so White Lily is technically visiting as a diplomat from the Faerie kingdom, and pv has already had his character development lol. Assumptions are made, and there is heavily implied past PureLily.

Tw: Poor communication; jealousy; implications at the very end; grammar/spelling errors

Info: Pure Vanilla x Reader; Implied past purelily; angst (not really though); fluff

Patience is a virtue that few cookies can claim to have. It's something that doesn't come easy to most, and Pure Vanilla Cookie has never judged anyone for being unable to hold themselves back from frustration. Except... himself of course.

He was exceptionally patient, to the point most gawked at him for his gentleness and understanding in certain situations. He held himself to a higher standard, and very few things brought out irritation in him. So... why exactly was the sight of Clotted Cream Cookie making his dough run so hot right now?

It wasn't as though Clotted Cream was doing anything offensive, quite the opposite actually. He was having a pleasant conversation, all warm smiles and... gentle touches. With who? Oh. Just the object of Pure Vanilla's deepest affections, the cookie he'd only recently been able to call his other half, his dearly beloved you.

Clotted Cream seems to speak to you with such familiarity, such warmth like perhaps he too harbors some kind of affection for you. Pure Vanilla's eyebrow twitches when he leans in to whisper something in your ear, and you laugh like it's the funniest thing you've ever heard. It nearly pulls a frown out of him, but his calm smile remains steadfast, not wanting you to notice and worry over him.

Still, his eyes narrow when Clotted Cream pats you on your shoulder good-naturedly. The former cookie locking eyes with him and smiling before sending you back to his side like he hadn't earned Pure Vanilla's ire only seconds ago. You are oblivious, as you always are, as he wants you to be. He only smiles at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you just a little closer than he normally does.

"Did you enjoy your time with Clotted Cream Cookie, my love?" He asks sweetly, though he doesn't really want to know.

You give him a beaming smile, "As always. He knows how to make boring proceedings fun."

"Ah," he hopes you don't notice how he tenses, "What were you talking about just now, it seemed funny."

"Just an inside joke," you smile fondly as you remember, "it's only funny if you were there, or else I'd let you in on it too."

"That's alright," he hums, though his fingers press a little harder into your side as you walk, "I'm just happy to see you happy."

It's not a lie, either. He does love seeing your smile, but not when it's caused by another cookie. Not when it's treated like some kind of secret he's not meant to see. He tries to remind himself that there's no need to be so immature, but his dough is already warm and his mind spiraling. It took him so very long to come to terms with his feelings for you, he missed out on so much. Where he wasn't, other cookies were, and those cookies took his place in experiences that should've been his. Took smiles that should've been his. Moments he should've shared with you.

You place your hand where he holds you at your waist, turning to give him a warm smile. It warms his heart to know you're caring for him in your own way, but he doesn't want to make you worry. To ease your mind, he presses a kiss to your forehead, offering his own smile up to you. You were with him now, there was no need to worry any longer.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

Pure Vanilla enjoyed quiet moments with you, especially ones like this. In the garden, surrounded by the white lilies there was nothing more peaceful than that. Your fingers run along their delicate petals as you hum a little tune to yourself, and he enjoys the sight with unbridled delight. His favorite cookie surrounded by his favorite flowers, what a blessing it is on his soul.

There are times where he wishes that every day could be like this. Just you and him in company, taking things nice and slow, soaking in the environment. You turn a little to sneak a glance at him, smiling to yourself when you notice his staring. The shyness cute on your face, something he loves to draw out of you.

Yes moments like these are exactly what he lives fo—

“Y/n Cookie? Are you around?” The familiar voice of Financier Cookie calls amongst the sea of flowers.

You perk up, standing from your spot with a wide smile, “I’m over here with the lilies!”

She comes into view around the corner, normally stern expression softening at the sight of you. Pure Vanilla does not like the look on her face. Still, he holds his tongue, there was no reason to be upset. She was a friend.

“Clotted Cream requests your presence,” She announces, and when you frown she shakes her head, “Nothing serious, he wishes to continue your conversation from yesterday. He’s in he quarters as usual.”

You brighten up, “Oh! I suppose we never did finish talking— ah, but… Pure Vanilla and I were spending some time together.”

He does not frown, though he really wants to. He knows that he could just say no, that you would remain by his side if he asked… but he can’t possibly take up your time when you are wanted elsewhere. It would be unfair to do so over such petty jealousy.

“We see each other every day,” He assures with that same gentle smile, “Go and enjoy yourself. You deserve it.”

You frown a little, “Are you sure?”

Of course he isn’t, “Positive. I’ll see you tonight.”

You hesitate for a moment, glancing at him worriedly, but ultimately wander off to find Clotted Cream. Financier stays back for a moment, watching you with an odd look on her face. The consideration is enough to pique his interest, so he raises his question.

“Is something the matter…?”

“Oh, no, nothing,” She shakes her head, “I would tell you immediately if there was anything to be concerned with.”

“Then why do you look so perplexed?” He asks again.

She seems to consider if telling him the truth is worth it or not. Mulling her options over for a few seconds before sighing, “It’s just a bit… odd to see them here.”

He frowns, “Whatever do you mean? Is there something wrong with the gardens?”

She shakes her head, sighing off some kind of weight, “Well, they’ve told me a few times in passing that they’re… not a fan of while lillie’s. The smell irritates them, if I’m remembering correctly, so it’s surprising to find them surrounded by them.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware…” He mutters, grip tightening on his staff.

She gives him a small reassuring smile, but it does anything but help, “I’m sure they just forgot to mention it, that’s all.”

“Of course, thank you Financier Cookie,” He hummed with as much sincerity he could muster.

She smiles tightly at him, and then leaves him alone with his thoughts. And think he does, far too much. Not only are you so close with so many cookies, not only did you leave him for Clotted Cream today, but now he learns you don’t even care for his favorite flower? You hadn’t ever mentioned it to him, but you had to other cookies. Wouldn’t something this important be worth talking about with him?

He takes a deep breath, leveling himself out once again. He couldn’t get ahead of himself, knowing that you would never do anything to hurt him purposefully. He couldn’t stop the ache, though. There was so much he did not know about you, so many things he had to learn that other cookies got to hear without asking.

How much time would it take for him to know you the way they did? He burned with jealousy at how easy it was for other cookies to know you, to see you and talk to you with no effort. Each time you were around he felt himself falling apart at the seams, grasping at any little sprinkle of attention you gave him. He could never be so casual with you, not with the effect you had on him, and it made him so jealous to know other cookies had it so easy.

He sighs again, setting his hat down. Not even the lilies were bringing him comfort now, his mood soured yet again. All he could do was sit and seethe until you returned to his side, imagining what you and Clotted Cream might be talking about that was so important to pluck you from his side.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

It is days of this cycle, which he refuses to break, even when given the chance to a million times. He just can’t find it in himself to step in, not when you seem so happy. Besides, it’s not as though he never sees you. He gets to have you to himself for most of the day, and especially at night.

Still, the annoyance grows in his chest little by little. Without realizing it he distanced himself from you, not wanting to overstep, he decides giving you space is for the best. Yet, he doesn’t realize just how much space he has given you. You begin to miss him, but he always has an excuse for you to go and visit with other cookies.

It feels like he does not want you around, even though he misses you dearly. The conundrum reaches a head when White Lily comes to visit. Being the Faerie Queen now, it was rare she took the time to see her old friend. So when the news of her traveling reached his ears, he cleared all his time to be with her.

You had not seen him since she had arrived, unless you were in your shared room. Even then, you hardly spoke more than a few words. There was an awkwardness there that hadn’t existed only a few days prior, it made your stomach ache. But how could you bring up your concerns when he merely brushed them away, always finding some way to make peace with the situation.

You did not hate White Lily Cookie, she couldn’t not control Pure Vanilla. But the sickness in your dough when you see them together does not go away with any soothing. He talks to her with such ease and knowing, in a way he never did with you. And when he looks at her there is a deep affection that never existed for you.

It makes you hurt. You could never be her, not in a million years. Perhaps that was why he was so distant recently, because he had missed her. Perhaps he wished that you were White Lily Cookie instead.

Despite him seeming oblivious, he was anything but. He was fully aware of the distance he had made between the two of you, and yet… he didn’t know how to fix it. His people pleasing ways had come around to stab him in the back, and he had no idea how to heal the wound inflicted by his own foolish actions.

Not until White Lily’s keen eyes picked up in the tension. She had always been able to read him well, it was why he was so fond of her. She knew him like no other cookie did, and he her. Which is exactly why she was the one to notice how worried he’d seemed.

“You’re tense,” She said simply, taking her seat next to him in the pagoda.

He sighs, “Is it obvious.”

“To me,” She smiles, “Tell me what’s on your mind, friend. It’s rare to see you so worried.”

He frowns at her, all the tension and fear from the week flooding him now that she was confronting it, “I am afraid I may be ruining my relationship.”

She blinks at him, tilting her head, “How would you be doing that?”

After a moments hesitation he lists the ways he has been dealing with the situation. The worry that he will never be close enough to you. The annoyance in his chest when other cookies are chummy with you. The distance he has created to avoid those feeling only making them worse. She smiles through the whole thing, knowingly.

“So… you’re jealous?” She chuckles, leaning forward with a teasing smile.

“I… suppose I am,” He admits, “It’s not as though the feeling is new, but it’s never been so strong…”

She laughs at him again, “Because you are in love, silly. Of course it’s stronger, have you talked to them about it.”

“Well…”

“Pure Vanilla.” She scolds, “Goodness, when will you ever learn. You can’t people please all the time, it’s not good for your health.”

He sighs, nodding along in agreement, “I know, I just don’t know how to bring it up so I deflect. And I’ve been avoiding them since you arrived, I can tell they feel horrible, but I fear I’ve gone too far.”

She hushes him, grabbing his hand in her own, “It’s never too late if the intent is there. I’m sure they’ll understand if you just talk to them. I would.”

“Thank you White Lily,” He smiles genuinely for the first time since she arrived, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

She smiles warmly at him, squeezing his hand tightly. She always had a way to ease his worries with her words. It was just how well she knew him, she knew just what he needed as always.

A throat clears to the side of them, drawing their attention to it. White Lily reacts first, pulling her hands away from him and offering you a smile.

“Am I interrupting?” You ask, mousy with voice shaking.

“Of course not,” She assures, “We were just talking about you, actually!”

Your expression relaxes a bit, inching forward as if one of them might deny you entry, “Nothing bad I hope…”

“Never,” Pure Vanilla speaks with such warmth that you almost forget how much you’d missed him this whole time, “Please come join us.”

So you do, and you sit and talk with them, and things are nearly normal. Pure Vanilla is back to his usual affectionate self, like nothing ever happened. But you catch the way he and White Lily exchange glances, the way banter comes to them more easily than it ever has to you. They just understood each other in a way you never have, and you couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt. Especially not after he’d pushed you away so much.

Eventually, White Lily leaves with the excuse of needing rest. Yet, you know it’s to give the two of you space. She’s always been observant and understanding, and you’re grateful for her consideration. When it is just you and Pure Vanilla again, you feel the tension begin to creep back between you. The thick wall of awkwardness wedging between you, and you fear for a moment that this is how it will be forever now. Then, he takes your hands in his, leaning over the table to get closer to you.

“I have to apologize,” He begins, “I have been unfair to you, and we have both suffered because of my actions.”

“Pure Vanilla—“ You want to ease his worries for some reason, tell him it’s alright, but he doesn’t allow you to.

“It took me a very long time to let you in, and because of that I fell short on sharing important moments with you. I’ve found myself… envious of other cookies who take up your time, and I’ve been immature in how I handle it,” He admits, stroking the backs of your hands, “I’ve put too much distance between us, and I can see how much it pains you. I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted, I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”

It takes you a moment of awkward blinking to take in all he said, and while his genuineness is sweet, you can’t help the laugh that bubbles from your stomach. It’s ridiculous when you think about it. He was jealous so he avoided you, and at the same time you were just as jealous of White Lily Cookie. It was silly, and so easily solved, yet neither of you were willing to upset the other. He seems to find the humor in it all too, laughing heartily at your side.

You laugh until your sides hurt and tears are streaming from your eyes. Leaning your full weight on him so you don’t collapse to the floor. When you finally calm, you find it in yourself to admit to your own plight.

“I would be harsh on you, but I’m just as guilty of jealousy.” You sigh, squeezing his fingers in yours.

“What do you have to be jealous of?” He asks, and you almost can’t believe he doesn’t know. It’s so obvious to everyone else around him that he still adores White Lily, everyone but him it seems.

You shake your head in disbelief, “Gosh, you’re so oblivious. You really don’t know how you look at her, do you?”

He shakes his head with a deep frown.

“When you look at White Lily, I can see how much you still love her. I know you would never hurt me or betray me like that, but it does hurt when I see how you treat her. I feel like… maybe you’ll never look at me like that.” You admit, voice small and shaky the longer you go. It was hard to come to terms with how much it hurt, and worse to say out loud to him. He could reject you, pretend your feelings aren’t real.

Instead, he tucks a finger under you chin and forces your eyes on him, “I already do… I just get so embarrassed when you’re looking that I hide it from you.”

He pulls you a little closer, “I still love White Lily, but not in the same way that I love you. You are my whole world, my love. I would never leave you, not for anyone, and I’m sorry I made you worry for even a moment.”

You smile softly at him, leaning into his touch, “Next time, I think we should both just talk about it? All this dodging each other is silly.”

“I agree,” He chuckles, “I much prefer talking to you than not.”

“Very good,” You hum, sliding your arms around his shoulders, “Shall we make it up to each other then?”

His hand tug you closer by your waist, “I think that would be very nice, yes.”

[asterafroditis]

Hey there !

Hope you have a great day/afternoon/night.

I was wondering if you could write how floyd, rook and jamil would react to a reader that is caring and playful but can be stubborn and impulsive when frustrated or angry, acting on her strong will without always thinking ahead.

You can add things if you feel like it too.

Thanks ❤️

𐔌 . ⋮ reckless resolve .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Floyd, Rook, & Jamil x gn! reader (separate)

𓏵 823 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

hope this exactly caters to your request! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

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Floyd would find your stubbornness hilarious—at least, at first. He’s the type to get a kick out of watching you dig your heels in, especially when you’re arguing with someone. If it’s a harmless situation, he’ll egg you on, adding fuel to the fire just to see how far you’ll go. He might even purposefully annoy you, pushing your buttons until you snap just because he enjoys seeing that spark of determination in your eyes.

But the second your impulsiveness leads to actual trouble? That’s when his amusement shifts to irritation. If you try to pick a fight, rush headfirst into danger, or ignore warnings, Floyd won’t hesitate to physically stop you. He’s freakishly strong, so all it takes is one arm slung around your shoulders—or throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes—to completely ruin whatever reckless plan you had.

Still, Floyd isn’t the type to sit you down for a serious talk. If you’re getting too worked up, he’s more likely to distract you than lecture you, using teasing, nicknames, or even just dragging you away for a "fun detour." But if things get really bad? If you actually get hurt because you weren’t thinking ahead? His usual playful demeanor disappears, replaced by something more dangerous—something angry.

“Ehehe, Shrimpy, you’re real funny when you get all mad like that~ But if you go bitin’ off more than you can chew, I will have to step in, ‘kay?”

"Hah? You’re not listenin’ to me? Fine then~ But don’t start cryin’ when I gotta carry ya outta trouble."

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Rook adores your fiery spirit. He finds beauty in the way you stand your ground, in the passion that fuels your playful and caring nature. Even when your stubbornness makes you act without thinking, he doesn’t get frustrated—rather, he sees it as another fascinating layer of your character. You remind him of a wild creature, untamed and free, and he takes great delight in observing how you handle challenges.

That being said, Rook is not blind to the dangers of impulsiveness. He knows there are times when acting on raw emotion can backfire, and when that happens, he’s always nearby—watching, waiting. He doesn’t interfere immediately. Instead, he lets you handle things on your own, stepping in only at the last possible moment to prevent catastrophe. And when he does step in, it’s always with an air of effortless grace, as if he had predicted the outcome all along.

Rather than scolding you, Rook prefers to guide you with poetic wisdom and strategic redirection. He won’t tell you outright to stop being reckless, but he will make you think about your choices, presenting them in a way that turns your own stubbornness into a strength rather than a flaw. He enjoys challenging you, pushing you to grow—not by force, but by intrigue.

“Ah, ma chérie/mon chéri, such fire! Such spirit! But do not let your passion burn so brightly that it blinds you to the dangers ahead, non?”

"Do you know what makes a true hunter? Not just passion, but patience. Strategy. Foresight. And you, my dear, have all the makings of a formidable one—if only you learn when to pause and take aim."

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Jamil finds your impulsiveness exhausting. He’s spent his entire life carefully planning, always thinking two steps ahead, ensuring everything runs smoothly without drawing too much attention. So when he sees you completely disregarding consequences and diving headfirst into trouble? It stresses him out.

At first, he tries to handle it logically. He warns you, explains the risks, tries to reason with you. But the more you brush off his concerns, the more irritated he becomes. Jamil doesn’t like dealing with unnecessary problems, and your recklessness is a perfect recipe for disaster. If you insist on charging forward without thinking, he’ll force you to stop—either by physically restraining you or by outsmarting you so that you have no choice but to listen.

However, deep down, Jamil understands you more than he lets on. There’s a part of him that respects your determination, your strong will—after all, he knows what it’s like to want to break free, to refuse to be controlled. He just wishes you’d be more careful about it. He hates seeing you get hurt, even if he’d never admit how much it bothers him.

"Honestly, do you ever stop to think before jumping into things? …Tch. Fine. If you’re going to be reckless, at least let me make sure you don’t get yourself killed."

“You’re stubborn. I get that. But if you must act on impulse, at least have the sense to cover your own weaknesses. No one’s going to save you if you don’t think ahead.”

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART FOURTEEN

summary: trapped in a relationship built on control and manipulation, you struggle to leave—but when myung-gi crosses a line, there’s no going back. shaken and desperate, you do the only thing that feels right. you turn off your location and drive straight to thanos.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, lee myung gi x f!reader

warnings: smut (with myung-gi), oral (myung-gi receiving), cheating, swearing, dv (myung-gi slaps you)

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You were dying.

Thanos was under the bed. Under the fucking bed.

And Myung-Gi was right in front of you, unbuckling his belt like he had no idea his worst fucking enemy was inches away.

Your heart pounded as you slid to your knees, tilting your head up at him, trying to look eager instead of terrified.

“You’re so needy tonight,” Myung-Gi murmured, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

You forced out a soft hum, hands moving to his waistband, pulling his pants down enough to free his cock.

He sighed as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly before leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to the tip.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you forward.

You relaxed your jaw, taking him in, working him over with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks around him.

And then—

Thanos touched you.

You nearly choked.

His fingers skimmed over your knee first, slow and deliberate, trailing up your thigh like he had all the time in the world.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

You fought back a shudder as he traced lazy circles on your inner thigh, his fingers inching higher, ghosting over your clit through your underwear.

You could feel him watching you.

Watching you kneel there, your mouth stuffed full of Myung-Gi’s cock, trying not to react while he toyed with you.

Your thighs twitched.

Thanos just chuckled under his breath, barely audible beneath Myung-Gi’s soft groans.

Fucking maniac.

You swallowed hard, sucking Myung-Gi down deeper, trying to focus.

It wasn’t working.

Because Thanos’ fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, finding your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles like this was some game to him.

Like he wanted to see how far he could push you before you broke.

You gripped Myung-Gi’s thighs, desperate for anything to ground you, but your body was already betraying you—your hips shifting, pressing into Thanos’ touch.

You felt him smirk against your leg.

Asshole.

Myung-Gi groaned, his grip tightening in your hair as he fucked into your mouth, panting harder now.

“You love this, don’t you?” he muttered, his voice low.

You barely heard him.

Your pulse was pounding in your ears, your mind spinning.

Thanos was getting bolder, rubbing slow, agonizing circles against your clit, his other hand gripping your inner thigh to keep you still.

It was too much.

Heat coiled in your stomach, your legs trembling, and then—

Myung-Gi groaned, thrusting deep before spilling down your throat.

You swallowed quickly, forcing yourself to stay still, to not let even one noise slip.

Your entire body was shaking.

He let out a satisfied sigh, pulling back, tucking himself away like that was it.

Like you weren’t still desperate for something, for anything.

He glanced down at you, brushing his fingers over your cheek.

“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before standing up.

You exhaled, steadying yourself.

Maybe—maybe he’d help you after. Maybe if you just asked—

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said casually, already stripping off his shirt.

You blinked.

That was it?

Your stomach dropped.

He didn’t even fucking offer.

He just left you there, kneeling on the floor like a fucking idiot.

The second the bathroom door shut, Thanos’ fingers tightened on your thigh, nails pressing into your skin.

You glanced down, breath still shaky, meeting his gaze beneath the bed.

His eyes were dark, furious.

Thanos didn’t move at first.

Didn’t crawl out from under the bed. Didn’t say a single word.

He just looked at you.

And fuck—you felt small.

Still kneeling on the floor, your legs sore, your breath uneven, aching for something Myung-Gi hadn’t even considered giving you.

Thanos’ fingers were still gripping your thigh, his nails digging in now, pressing deep like he was pissed.

Like the sight of you, all used up and abandoned, did something to him.

Your stomach tightened.

A chill ran down your spine.

Then—slowly, so fucking slowly, Thanos slid out from under the bed.

He didn’t stand up right away.

Didn’t rush you.

No—he took his time, unfolding himself, sitting back on his heels right in front of you, his fingers still hooked on your thigh.

Your breath hitched.

He looked… dangerous.

Like something in him had snapped.

“That it?” he muttered, voice low, almost mocking.

You swallowed hard.

“Thanos—”

“That all you get?” he cut you off, his lips curling into something cruel. “All you deserve?”

You flinched.

But you didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Because what were you supposed to say?

That Myung-Gi never really cared if you got off? That he didn’t think about it unless you asked? That sometimes you wondered if he even noticed?

You clenched your jaw, looking away.

Thanos’ fingers squeezed your thigh.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You hesitated, pulse hammering, before forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

His expression darkened.

“You let him treat you like that?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “Like some toy he can put down when he’s done playing?”

You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Don’t,” you whispered.

“Don’t what?” His voice was softer now. Meaner. “Tell you the truth?”

You shivered.

Thanos exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Pathetic,” he muttered, gripping your chin suddenly, forcing you to really look at him. “You know that?”

Your stomach twisted.

And the worst part?

He was right.

You hated that he was right.

Your throat was tight, your nails digging into your palms.

Thanos’ eyes flickered over your face.

For a second—just a second—something in them softened.

Then—

His grip shifted.

He trailed his fingers down your jaw, over your throat, slow, deliberate.

“You want me to fix it, don’t you?” he murmured.

You shuddered.

“I—”

“You want me to make it better.”

Your breath hitched.

He was close now. So fucking close.

His lips ghosted over yours, teasing, taunting.

His hand slid higher up your thigh.

“We can’t,” you whispered, eyes darting to the hallway. You strained to listen past the pounding of your heartbeat, past the heat still pooling low in your stomach. The shower was still running. You had time—but not enough.

“You should go.”

Thanos didn’t move.

He just sat there, staring at you, his jaw tight, his hands twitching like he was debating staying. Like he could stay, press you into the mattress and finish what he started, fuck you so good Myung-Gi would know the second he walked through the door.

He could have his revenge right now.

But something in him wouldn’t let him.

Thanos exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. Then he nodded. “You should break up with him,” he said.

“I tried,” you sighed.

He scoffed. “Try again.”

You led him to the door just as the water shut off, your pulse spiking.

“I’ll text you,” you murmured.

Thanos hummed in response, but before you could push him out, his hands found your waist, pulling you in, crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

You barely had time to react, your fingers fisting his shirt before you forced yourself to shove him away, breathless, heart racing.

He smirked, stepping back as you quickly ushered him out, leaving you alone in the doorway, stomach twisting, body still burning.

You barely had time to catch your breath before you spun around, rushing to the couch and sinking onto the cushions just as the bathroom door opened.

Myung-Gi stepped out, towel slung low on his hips, rubbing at his damp hair with another. His eyes flicked to you, and for a second, you thought he might notice something was off—the way your hands trembled in your lap, the way your chest rose and fell too fast.

But he just sighed, dropping onto the couch beside you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like he didn’t just leave you on your knees, like you weren’t drowning in guilt.

You swallowed, licking your lips. “We need to talk.”

Myung-Gi tensed. His hand froze on his towel before he slowly turned his head to look at you, his expression instantly guarded. “Not this again, Y/N.” He let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You sucked my dick not even fifteen minutes ago, and now you wanna break up?”

You inhaled sharply, biting the inside of your cheek.

“I—”

His face twisted, his eyes going glassy, his hands clenching. “Why?” he asked, voice breaking. “Tell me why, babe. Just—just give me a reason.”

You opened your mouth. But nothing came out.

You couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t tell him that you were cheating on him, that you let another man touch you, fuck you, ruin you—while he was sitting here thinking you belonged to him.

“I just…” You swallowed hard, hands twisting in your lap. “I don’t think this is working.”

Myung-Gi exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face, his shoulders rising and falling in uneven breaths.

And then he said it.

“If you leave, I’ll fucking kill myself.”

You froze.

Your stomach dropped, your chest tightening so painfully you thought you might stop breathing altogether.

You turned to him, your voice barely a whisper. “That’s fucked up, Myung-Gi.”

“I’m so serious, babe.” He reached for you, grabbing your hands in his, his grip too tight, his voice raw. “I can’t fucking live without you.”

Your vision blurred, tears burning at your eyes, because what the fuck were you supposed to do?

Your throat closed up, your shoulders shaking, and before you could stop it, the tears spilled over, slipping down your cheeks.

“I love you!” Myung-Gi cried, his voice cracking.

“I don’t,” you shot back.

Silence.

His breath hitched, his eyes wide and wet with disbelief. “What?”

You exhaled sharply, locking eyes with him, no more room for hesitation. “I don’t love you anymore, Myung-Gi.”

His whole body stiffened. “Why?” His voice was lower now, his expression shifting, darkening. “I give you everything you could possibly need. What the fuck went wrong?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, shaking your head. “I don’t know,” you whispered, wiping at your tears. “Maybe it’s the way you treat me like a fucking trophy. Especially with your friends.”

His jaw clenched. “So what? I can’t flaunt my girl?”

“You don’t flaunt. You brag,” you shot back, your voice sharp. “You show your friends naked pictures of me, let them watch our fucking sex tapes.” Your stomach twisted at the thought. “You want them to want me. You want them to be jealous. But you don’t think about how I feel, do you?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Because you were right.

You saw it in the way his expression flickered, his lips parting slightly, his fingers twitching at his sides.

“I’m not happy in this relationship,” you whispered, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks. “Please… just let me go.”

Myung-Gi’s face twisted with something you’d never seen before. Something dark. Something dangerous.

And then—

CRACK.

The force of his palm against your cheek snapped your head to the side.

Your breath hitched. The room spun.

Your hand flew up, pressing against the burning sting on your skin, your heart hammering so hard you swore it would break through your ribs.

You barely registered the way Myung-Gi’s eyes went wide, his own hand trembling as he looked at it like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

“I’m sorry—”

You lifted a hand, cutting him off without looking at him.

“I need some air.” Your voice was quiet. Shaky.

You stood up, grabbed your phone, and slipped into your shoes.

He let you go. Because he knew if he tried to stop you, it would only make you hate him more.

And the second you stepped outside, you turned your location off.

Then you got in your car and drove straight to Thanos’ apartment.

[lucius-i-ran]

Rewriting Percy and Nico's convo in BoO because "you're not my type" fills me with rage every time I think about it

The son of Apollo was looking at Nico with a stern look that would make any god shiver, but a mass of black hair in the corner of his eye made him falter.

Nico turned. Percy and Annabeth were joking around, bickering and pushing each other. Their smiles comforting and warm, but the bags under their eyes still a deep purple.

He turned again, now facing Will.

"I need to do something first, I'll be right back." he stated with an apologetic look on his face.

He walked to the older demigods, heart pounding in his chest. The feelings he had for Percy were long gone and deep inside him he knew that Percy wouldn't hate him for being gay. Still, he was scared to death to confess his feeling for him.

How would he react? Would he laugh in his face? Would it be awkward? Would this ruin the already strained relationship between them?

With all these thoughts swirling around his restless head, he kept walking, trying to look as confident as possible.

"Hi dude, good morning!" Percy said as soon as he saw Nico, the usual smirk grew on his face. Annabeth smiled at him, too. It was kind and unusually tender. She spoke a million words without uttering a single one. She already knew.

Nico smiled at her and bowed his head as a thank; and with that smile she gifted him, he gained the confidence to finally speak.

"Good morning" of course, his voice broke. His throat was dry and his confidence nearly shattered, but he didn't give in. He turned to face the son of Poseidon, "I need to talk to you."

Percy turned to Annabeth, looking something between mortally scared and confused. Nico grew a little smile. It was kind of endearing to him how the gods defying, Tartarus survivor, son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson looked that scared to face him; but his smile was quick to disappear. Percy was probably scared because their exchanges up to that point weren't exactly friendly, and it was all Nico's fault.

They walked to the shore of the lake, where they could be alone for some time. It was usually more crowded, even at these early hours, but a battle just went down, demigods needed to rest; they wouldn't see anyone for a while.

"I think we should sit down" Nico said, more for himself than Percy, already feeling lightheaded.

They sat and they stayed quiet for a while, just looking at the crystal clear water, hearing leaves rustling with summer's wind. It was a good day, not a cloud in the sky. The sun made the water shimmer like a kaleidoscope.

Nico wished they could stay like that forever: silent and peaceful, with no uncomfortable conversations to be spoken, just the comforting sound of the summer to be heard.

But this was reality and Nico needed to face it. He owed that to himself, to his sisters, to Jason. Most importantly, he owed that to the boy sitting beside him who, weirdly enough, hadn't uttered a word, like he was letting Nico move at his own pace.

"Percy," he finally broke the silence "Would you promise me that you won't be angry at me?"

The boy looked at him.

"I can't promise you that. I can promise that if it isn't necessary, I won't try to strangle you"

Nico tried to smile. He appreciated the joke, it released some tension; but in that moment he felt like he could throw up if he started laughing.

"Thanks," the whispered "but I'm serious."

"So am I"

"Oh"

Well that didn't help.

"Percy," he repeated, trying to sound less frustrated than he felt. He exhaled heavily through his mouth "I'm scared"

"Is that what you needed to tell me?"

"No"

"Why are you scared?"

Nico sighed heavily, again. "Because I don't know how you will look at me after this. Because I think this" he gestured vaguely with his hands "dynamic that we have going on might be even weirder than it already is" he stopped to try and swallow the lump forming in his throat "I'm scared that you'll hate me"

Percy looked at him as if he was trying his hardest not to whack him on the head. Then he turned to face the water again "Nico, with all due honesty, you sold me to your father for informations a year ago and I'm still here, willing to talk to you. Wanna know why? Because I know you're good at heart." A pause. Then an exhale.

"It's true, our relationship is weird but trust me when I say this: I know for a fact that you couldn't do something worse. Because A," he put his fingers up as he started to listing "it's hard to come up with something worse than that for a 13 year old; and B, you couldn't. I know only a year has passed but you've grown. You know what's wrong and what's right and most importantly Nico, you're good. You're kind at heart, as much as you try to hide it. It's probably the reason why me and Annabeth survived in Tartarus."

Nico looked at him like he was deranged.

"What?" "Yeah Nico, Bob- You know what, whatever, that's not the point. Point is: just tell me. If anything I'll hang you to that tree overthere from the scruff, what's the big deal?"

They both laughed, exhausted. Nico gained courage. "The reason why I acted the way I did wasn't because of Bianca." He started "I mean, it was for a while but then I understood I was angrier at her and me"

"Well that's a great conclusion, it definitely took a lot of self reflection-" "That's not it." "Oh, sorry-"

"I had a crush on you" he blurted out.

His face was on fire. "That's why I was so distant. That's why I kept leaving and running away. I couldn't even look at you because it reminded me everyday that I was different, that I wasn't cut out for love. I just couldn't bare it," he paused.

"I'm sorry Percy."

The son of Poseidon was silent and it made everything worse. 'There goes the chance of a friendship' Nico thought, tears already welling up in his eyes. He bit his lip trying to repress a sob.

Then Percy stood up and sat down again, this time much more close to Nico. Then he wrapped his arm around his small shoulders and he held him tight.

They stayed quiet again, the only things that could be herd were the sounds of nature and Nico's occasionals sniffles and quiet sobs. He felt so relieved, he just couldn't help but to let out all of that pent up tension and anxiety that burdened him for three years straight. And now, this hug. A hug that felt so familiar, like those his sister would give him, like those he gave to Hazel. It was reassuring, warm, shielding. Once again Nico wished they could stay in this embrace forever. But eventually:

"You're not my type anyway" rasped Nico.

They looked at each other and they started laughing so loudly, they were basically yelling. Some nymphs even peeked in their direction, trying to make sure no animal was being slaughtered.

Then Percy made a motion like he recived a spear through his heart and fell dramatically backwards. "That's a low blow, Di Angelo". They giggled some more and then Percy asked "So who's your type?" and as if on cue a familiar voice started echoing from the distance:

"C'mon Di angelo! The three days in the infirmary started five hours ago! Chop chop!"

Nico and Percy exchanged a knowing look:

"I'm definitely not your type"

[maxdibert]

Okay let's talk more about Severus being feminine coded. We know that he was bullied by other boys who are traditionally masculine. The school does nothing because these boys are from powerful/rich families, so they get no punishment. Severus, the victim, is the one who gets told to be silent about the abuse he suffered, while his agressors face no consequences.

I mean, if that's not relatable to women, I don't know what is. We know so many cases of victims (usually women) who are abused by rich, powerful men, and everything gets covered up, because it would "ruin the man's reputation".

I am a very privileged person, and I don’t say that in economic terms, but because my parents would have literally killed anyone who ever tried to take advantage of me. I always knew that no matter what happened, if something serious ever occurred, I could count on them. Even though both of them were incredibly dysfunctional people in their own ways, one thing they always made clear was that no one messed with their daughter. Each had their own way of showing it, and I consider it a huge privilege to have had that security because many teenagers don’t.

Many teenagers feel abandoned and defenseless in the face of abuse, but I never did, because if someone ever hurt me—whether it was an adult or someone my age—I knew for a fact that either of my parents would do whatever it took, with whatever means necessary, to destroy that person. That kind of reassurance is incredibly important, and I don’t think people realize how much safety it gives you to know that there are people in your life willing to do anything for you, even when you might not be in the right.

Maybe that’s why I have so much sympathy for the Malfoys. Even though my parents weren’t powerful aristocrats, I always knew that if I told them about any offense I had suffered, they would react in an extremely proactive—and violent—way.

So, as an only child privileged by undeniable parental support, I can say that being vulnerable in the sense of having no one to defend you makes you an easy potential victim. Severus was that potential victim, and James took advantage of his situation, exploiting it so he could humiliate him and ruin his life as he pleased.

James wasn’t someone raised in violence and class distinctions like Sirius. He wasn’t someone desperate to fit in like Remus. He wasn’t someone weak who needed to feed off others’ success like Peter. He was someone who had everything and still chose to be a bully and a piece of shit. He is the textbook privileged white boy who knew he could abuse and attack whoever he wanted without consequences. And that is exactly why I have no empathy or respect for him.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Meet the Heffley’s

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Summary: Rodrick’s girlfriend meets his chaotic family, and Manny tries to steal her. She loves it anyway.

Word count: 1010

Notes: this is very random but I love Rodrick so I needed to write something

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Title: Meet the Heffleys

Meeting your boyfriend’s family is supposed to be a big deal, right? Like, one of those moments where you dress nice, bring flowers or something, and sit down for an awkwardly polite dinner while his parents judge you.

Yeah. That’s not how things work with Rodrick Heffley.

When he invited me over for dinner, it was more like, “Hey, my mom said you should come over and eat with us or whatever.” Super romantic. But I agreed because, well… I wanted to meet them. Rodrick talks about his family all the time, mostly to complain, but still. I was curious.

So, here I am, standing on the Heffleys’ front porch, wondering if I should have brought something. Probably not. This doesn’t seem like the kind of house where formal dinner etiquette exists.

Before I can knock, the door swings open, and there he is.

Rodrick smirks, leaning against the doorframe like he’s so cool. “Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.”

I roll my eyes, stepping closer. “I’m on time.”

“Yeah, well, you were supposed to be, like, ten minutes late so I could say something sarcastic about it.”

I laugh and kiss his cheek, just to make him flustered. It works. His smirk falters for half a second before he clears his throat and steps aside. “Alright, come in before my mom starts thinking I made you up.”

The inside of the house is exactly what I expected. A little messy, with random shoes lying around, a stack of newspapers no one’s bothered to throw away, and a distinct family chaos vibe. The smell of dinner cooking comes from the kitchen, something warm and homey.

And then I hear it.

“Rodrick! She’s here?!”

Before I can react, a woman appears—short, blonde, and way too excited. I barely have time to brace myself before she pulls me into a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Susan, Rodrick’s mom. Oh, you’re even prettier than I imagined!”

“Uh, thanks,” I manage, shooting a look at Rodrick, who just shrugs like, Yeah, this is happening.

His mom pulls back, holding me at arm’s length. “Rodrick never tells us anything about his personal life. You should’ve seen my face when he said he had a girlfriend. I almost dropped my coffee!”

Rodrick groans. “Mom.”

“What?” She waves him off. “I’m just happy to meet her. Oh, come in, come in! We’re just about to set the table.”

I follow her into the dining room, where a younger boy sits at the table, flipping through a comic book. He glances up, eyes narrowing slightly.

“You’re Rodrick’s girlfriend?”

“Greg,” Susan scolds. “Be nice.”

“What? I’m just saying.” Greg shrugs, then looks at me. “You do know he’s, like, the worst, right?”

“Hey, shut up, loser,” Rodrick snaps, dropping into a chair.

I grin. “Oh, I know.”

Greg blinks, clearly not expecting that. Then he mutters, “Huh. Okay.”

That’s when I feel a tiny hand grab mine.

I glance down to see a little kid—Manny, I recognize him from Rodrick’s rare stories about him—staring up at me with big eyes.

“I have a girlfriend too,” he announces proudly.

Susan gasps. “Manny! Since when?”

“Since yesterday,” he says, like it’s obvious. Then he looks back up at me and asks, completely serious, “Do you like dinosaurs?”

I nod. “Who doesn’t like dinosaurs?”

Manny grins, clearly satisfied with my answer. “Okay. You’re my second girlfriend now.”

Rodrick groans. “Oh my God.”

Greg snickers. “Dude, you already have competition.”

Manny tugs at my sleeve again. “Rodrick is gross. Do you wanna be just my girlfriend instead?”

Rodrick drops his fork. “Are you kidding me? Mom, tell him he can’t steal my girlfriend!”

Susan barely holds back a laugh. “Manny, sweetie, she’s Rodrick’s girlfriend.”

Manny huffs. “Fine.”

This is amazing.

Dinner is… interesting. The food is good—spaghetti and garlic bread—but the conversation is pure chaos. Susan keeps asking me questions about school, my family, my plans for the future (Rodrick groans at that one). Greg watches me like he’s trying to figure out why I’d willingly date his brother. And Manny? He spends the whole meal making dramatic faces at Rodrick and occasionally whispering, “Rodrick is a doo-doo head.”

Rodrick spends most of the meal making sarcastic comments and kicking me under the table whenever his mom gets too nosy.

At one point, their dad, Frank, comes in late, looking exhausted. He gives me a polite nod, sits down, and immediately starts ranting about something Rodrick did last week. Rodrick barely reacts, just shoveling food into his mouth while his mom scolds him and Greg smirks like he enjoys watching his brother get in trouble.

It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s so different from my own family’s quiet dinners.

And I kind of love it.

After we eat, Rodrick grabs my hand and tugs me toward the stairs. “Alright, we’re done here. Bye.”

“Rodrick, wait—” Susan starts, but he’s already leading me to his room.

The second he shuts the door, he groans. “I told you my family was annoying.”

I flop onto his bed, laughing. “I like them.”

He gives me a look. “You like them?”

“Yeah. Your mom is sweet, Greg is funny, and Manny… well, he’s trying to steal me, but other than that, he’s adorable.”

Rodrick snorts. “I knew that kid was trouble.”

I smile and lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Not worried, are you?”

He grumbles something under his breath, but I can tell he’s relieved. And maybe even a little happy.

Yeah. I think I’m gonna like being around the Heffleys.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Scary Movie(Matilda TeensXKatrinaGorryXCaitlinFoordXStephCatleyFeatKyra&Charli)

A/N: it's a bit of a silly one but i Hope you like it.

Summary: Kyra and charli make you,Haven(McFoordsDaughter) & Wren(Stephs daughter) watch a Horror Movie and now the three of you can't sleep.

You lay in bed, hiding behind your stuffed dog, well technically it was Harper's but since you were Sisters you thought you could just give it a cuddle. To help with how scared you were. Kyra and Charli made you watch Evil Dead Rise and now you couldn't sleep. Neither could Wren, one of your best friend and Stephs daughter. She was lying awake as well. You Guys may be badass but the Line was drawn at Horror movies.

When your Mom and Steph came in the room they saw both of you still awake. It was 11pm by now. Your bedtime was an hour ago cause you had an early morning practice. Harper was asleep in your mom's Arms. She laid her down.

"why are the two of you still awake?" Steph asked. Both you and Wren looked at Mini and Steph. Not wanting to tell on Kyra and Charli. But you looked like both of you have seen ghosts and were terrified now. Which you were.

"we talked..." You lied. Your mom gave you a look that said 'i know you are lying '.

"y/n..." You blushed a bit cause you knew you got caught.

"we watched a scary movie before bedtime and now we can't sleep!" You admitted.

"what movie did you watch?" Steph asked. Both her and your Mom were quite surprised because you and Wren hated scary stuff.

"Evil Dead Rise." Wren told them. Before your Mom and Steph could react Haven walked in with Caitlin.

"I knew you couldn't sleep either!" Haven answered and cuddled up with Harper, Wren and you.

"what i don't get is that all three of you are afraid of scary movies so why on earth would you watch this one. Which clearly isn't age appropriate!" Caitlin stated.

Your Mom was quiet for a moment before she had an idea what was going on.

"my guess now, that i think about it is Kyra and Charli have something to do with it. Am i correct with my guess?" Your Mom asked. Steph looked like she was ready to k*ll the two.

"uh yeah!" Haven admitted.

"i will k*ll them!" Steph stated .

"let me help!" Your Mom answered.

"let's get these two in here! We need to talk about it." Catilin said. Steph texted the two to come to the room cause they needed to talk about something with them.

The two knew exactly what this was about because they walked in like two kicked puppies around 5 minutes later. Your Mom told them to sit down right away. So they sat down on the little couch.

"what were the two of you thinking? Neither of the three can sleep now? You know they don't like scary stuff and then you Show them a movie that totally isn't meant to be watched by them." Your Mom stated. It was clear how upset and angry she was. What got to Kyra and Charli the most was the disappointed look they got from all three adults in the room.

"it was just a joke. We didn't realize it would be this bad!" Charli admitted.

"yeah and we are really sorry." Kyra stated. There was a loud noise outside and you jumped out of bed right away, running into your mom's Arms. You were quite scared. Haven was hiding under the blanket while Wren cuddled up to a sleeping Harper. Your Mom was rubbing your back gently.

"See how this joke turned out?" Steph asked.

"we want to make this right. but i am not sure how." Charli said.

"we can stay here with them all night. trying to make sure that they know nothing is gonna come for them." Kyra offered.

"i know nothing is gonna come for me, deep down i know...but it's still...don't know how to say it." Haven told everyone.

"yes what Haven said!" You agreed and so did Wren.

"you two staying here with them is still a good idea." Catilin replied to them.

"maybe staying awake with three scared teens will make you think twice before doing something like that again!" Steph said and sighed softly.

"i will stay here as well!" Your mom stated. Steph and Caitlin both offered to take shifts with your Mom but your Mom didn't mind staying awake with you guys. She was just relieved that Harper was asleep and didn't care about all of this what has been happening around her.

So it took around two more hours and lots of sweet Story telling from your mom before Haven, Wren, Kyra, Charli & you ended up asleep. You somehow managed to all fit in one bed with your Mom and Harper.

You all got 6 hours of sleep somehow before you all had to get ready for the day.

[sunflowersonatas]

TOO GOOD TO BE FAKE: CHAPTER 4

JAMES POTTER X F!READER

hello hello again!! this is part 4 (!!) of my james potter fake dating series. oh my wordddd do these two have it bad 🥹 i'm having sooooo much fun writing this, it's mostly done by now i'm just refining little bits and pieces. i'm also aware i can use a lot of the same words again so i apologize for that. anyways i hope you enjoy!!! xoxo sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 2012

prev in series:

1: This Is Going to Be a Problem

2: That Wasn't a No

3: Fake It 'Til You Make It

4: That’s New

— 1 —

I should have known this would happen.

A week—or maybe two—has passed, and somehow, this strange, impossible arrangement has settled into something almost routine. People still notice. They still watch. But the whispers have changed. Less sharp, less scandalized. Now, they sound more like admiration, laced with something close to adoration.

"They’re actually kind of cute." "Did you see how he looked at her yesterday?" "Merlin, I think I believe it."

I don’t scan the room like I used to, searching for stray glances or hushed gossip. My eyes naturally glide to the Gryffindor table, the usual spot where four boys are chatting raucously. And, unable to focus on anything else, I focus on James.

He’s already there, draped across his usual spot like he owns the very air around him, a laugh spilling from his lips at something Sirius just said. There’s a looseness to him, a careless sprawl that makes my fingers twitch with irritation. Because of course he isn’t fazed. He was built for this—the way people track his every movement, drawn in without even meaning to be. He soaks it up like it’s his birthright, as if the entire room is simply bending to accommodate him, orbiting around his gravity.

Meanwhile, I’m fighting to keep planting one foot in front of the other.

And yet, as if feeling my eyes on him, James turns—and the second he sees me, his entire demeanor shifts.

The dazzling grin stretches wider. His eyes brighten in delight, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. And then, because he’s insufferable, he lifts his hand in greeting—fingers wiggling, smirk widening.

“Morning, baby!”

It’s loud enough for people to hear.

I swear I hear someone gasp.

Alice, walking beside me, chokes back a laugh. Jade just mutters, “Unbelievable.”

But then I spot Simon, sitting just a few tables away. His posture is stiff, his hands clenching his goblet a little too tightly. He’s looking at me. Or rather—at James.

And suddenly, I don’t care anymore.

Before I can think better of it, I move toward James, and the smile on my face doesn’t feel so forced.

— 2 —

I sit down, and James immediately moves closer. He doesn’t hesitate. He throws an arm over my shoulders, the weight of it easy, natural, like he’s done it a hundred times before.

I don’t know why that makes my stomach flip.

I expect him to say something smug, something loud and theatrical to make the whispers grow, but instead—he lowers his voice.

“Was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”

I freeze for half a second—just long enough for him to notice.

It’s different. The teasing intonation is still there, but his timbre is quieter, softer, meant just for me. Not for the show, not for the audience. Just for me.

I recover quickly, reaching for my goblet. “I almost didn’t.”

James hums, fingers drumming idly against my shoulder. He glances at Lily—just for a moment, just long enough to see if she’s looking. I should feel triumphant. The plan is working. But the moment stretches too long, his gaze lingering, and something distasteful coils in my stomach when I glance at Lily, too.

He’s still looking at her, but when he speaks, he’s only talking to me.

“That would’ve been a shame.”

I don’t respond immediately. I can’t.

Because he leans in, just slightly, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he finishes—"I would’ve missed you."

I don’t stiffen. I don’t freeze. Instead, I react exactly the way I’m supposed to—like this is normal, like we do this all the time. A slow, easy smile tugs at my lips, and I let out a breathy little laugh, tipping my head just enough to brush against his.

"Good thing I showed up, then," I murmur, voice smooth, effortless, the perfect counter to his. Commitment to the bit.

It’s a performance, it has to be. But it’s too easy, too natural, the kind of rhythm we shouldn’t have mastered so quickly. It doesn’t feel like a role. It feels real. And judging by the way James’ fingers falter slightly against my shoulder, he feels it too.

Across the table, Sirius’ smirk falters.

"Well," he says, tilting his head, too perceptive for my liking. "That’s new."

James leans back, grinning again, too quick, too easy. “Nothing new about it, mate. Just talking to my girl.”

His girl.

I force a laugh, I force myself to look away, to refocus. But the damage is already done.

Because for the first time, Simon isn’t even in my mind, and James’ flirting feels like it’s not just part of the plan.

And worst of all—for the first time, I think he felt it too.

— 3 —

The corridors are crowded between classes, students weaving between one another, voices overlapping as they rush to their next destinations. I should be doing the same—moving, blending in, not lingering long enough to be noticed.

But then, a body steps into my path, not unlike the feeling when I first collided with James. Only looking up, I see Simon.

I halt, too fast, too obvious.

He smiles, but it’s different. Not amused. Not easy. Just… considering.

“Didn’t think he was your type,” he says slowly.

It takes me a second too long to respond. I blink, my brain working to catch up. "What?"

Simon gestures vaguely, but I already know what he means. James.

I could laugh it off, make some snarky comment, dismiss the way Simon is watching me like he’s actually trying to figure something out.

Instead, my fingers tighten around my books.

"I didn’t think you cared," I reply coolly.

Simon huffs out a short laugh, tilting his head slightly. "I don’t."

Liar.

But before I can push, before I can say anything else, a familiar voice cuts in.

"Alright, sweetheart?"

And just like that, James is there. Not from around the corner. Not catching up. Just… there. Like he knew I’d be standing here, like this is just another part of the routine.

Except it isn’t. We never made walking to class together a rule. And yet—here he is, standing beside me, slipping into the moment effortlessly, like he was always meant to be there.

His arm doesn’t come around my shoulders this time, but his presence is heavy enough to feel. His gaze flickers to Simon, just for a second, assessing.

Simon shifts, just slightly. "We were just talking."

James smiles, too tight, too sharp. "Yeah? About what?"

Simon doesn’t answer, because he knows.

James knows too. His presence is imposing—he knows he’s interrupting, I know it, and Simon definitely knows it. It’s strangely… protective.

I exhale slowly, turning my main attention to James. "Nothing important."

James turns to me then, ignoring Simon entirely, his eyes softening just slightly. "Walk you to class?"

My heart stumbles.

It’s not in the rules. It’s not for an audience. It’s just… him. Asking, sweetly and kindly. I should overthink it. I should question it.

But instead, I only nod, unaware that I’m smiling.

And just like that, I walk away with him.

— 4 —

The library is quiet at this hour.

It’s always quiet, but now it’s the kind of silence that settles into your bones, the kind that makes every movement feel heavier, every breath feel louder than it should. The lanterns flicker, casting long, stretching shadows across the towering shelves. The whole place smells like fresh bundles of parchment and half-empty pots of ink, and for the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe.

Except… I can’t. Not really. Not when I know exactly why I’m here.

I told myself I was coming to study. To clear my head. To force myself back into something normal after a day that has been anything but. I told myself it had nothing to do with him. That it wasn’t about the way my pulse jumped when he showed up beside me earlier, that I wasn’t still thinking about the way Simon looked at us, or the way I had felt when I chose to walk away with James instead.

But lying to myself is getting harder.

The chair across from me scrapes against the floor. I don’t have to look up to know who it is.

James doesn’t belong in the library at this hour—or any hour, really. The last time I saw him with a book in front of him, he was using it as a makeshift pillow. But I feel him settle into the chair, his presence too tangible, too heavy, and just like that, the air shifts.

I should ask him why he’s here. I should question it, tease him, brush it off. But I don’t.

Instead, I just turn the page in front of me and keep my voice steady, even. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you here voluntarily.”

James doesn’t respond right away. I can feel him watching me, the weight of it pressing against my skin, penetrating into all my nerves as if they’re exposed. Then, finally— “I was looking for you.”

I falter.

It’s not what I expected. Not the easy banter, not the teasing. It’s quieter. Too honest.

I turn the page again, even though I haven’t actually read a single word. “Why?”

James leans back slightly, like he’s considering it. “Not sure.”

I finally glance up, and that’s a mistake.

Because the way he’s looking at me—it’s different.

Not smug, not amused, not like he’s trying to prove a point. It’s like he’s trying to figure something out, like he’s looking for an answer in my face that I don’t even have yet. He steps closer, approaching my seat slowly.

There’s a pull—deep, insistent, like gravity shifting just for him.

“You’re staring,” I say lightly, tilting my head. I mean it to be teasing, something to break the tension that’s building too fast, too thick. But my voice isn’t as steady as I want it to be.

James doesn’t look away. “So are you.”

I don’t have a response to that.

Silence stretches between us, thick and humming. The lanterns flicker again, casting shadows that move over the sharp angles of his face, and Merlin, I should say something. I should look away.

But I don’t.

Because he’s leaning in. Not much. Just enough.

Just enough that I can feel the space between us getting smaller, smaller, smaller. Just enough that I can see the flicker of something hesitant in his expression, something unsure, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll stop him.

I should.

I should pull away, laugh it off, remind him of what this is supposed to be. But his eyes drop to my mouth and I forget how to breathe.

A heartbeat passes. Two. The air is thick, crackling, waiting.

I blink, snap back to reality, shift slightly in my seat like I just remembered where we are, like I just remembered what we’re doing. My chin drops, I pull back.

James exhales, the spell breaking, the moment slipping through my fingers before I can fully grasp what it was.

He leans back, just enough to make it seem like it never happened at all.

And then—the smile is back. The effortless, easy, practiced one. The one that puts the distance back between us.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he says, voice low, amused. “You almost looked like you wanted to kiss me. ‘S against the rules, y’know.”

So were feelings.

I huff out a laugh, shaking my head, forcing myself to roll my eyes even though my heart is still pounding against my ribs. “In your dreams, Potter.”

His teeth show. “Every night.”

I shove my book at him, because it’s the only thing I can think to do. He laughs, catching it easily, the moment slipping into something safer, something familiar.

Tomorrow, we’ll pretend this didn’t happen. Tomorrow, I’ll tell myself it was nothing.

But right now, I can still feel the ghost of his breath on my lips.

And I don’t know what to do with that.

Next in series: 5: Too Good To Be Fake (UPCOMING)

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[sentowritesstuff]

Exactly bro, I ship both but I’m a stucky person at heart and it’s just so upsetting to see people saying that makes me racist. Racist people suck, yeah, but fighting perceived hate (that isn’t even hate, they just want a reason to be angry) with more hate is honestly so counterproductive.

If somebody is being racist towards you or your opinions, then yeah that sucks. But getting upset about people preferring one relationship over another is dumb. And trying to find reasons is even dumber. It’s like it’s so ingrained that if somebody says they don’t like something that the other person automatically assumes it’s something like race.

(Irl example of a time somebody called me racist because I didn’t like them) I once told somebody I really could not tolerate their personality and they assumed it was because they were Mexican. Like, no, that has absolutely nothing to do with it, you twat. It’s because you called me a faggot when I asked you to please stop letting your dogs cross the high way that we live on. It’s not that hard to understand. It’s almost like you treated me with hate when I brought something up that had nothing to do with where you came from and despite how I never said that, you assumed that must be why.

People assume that if you don’t like something, there has to be some giant underlying reason. People think that if you still like Stucky after SamBucky had their moment, that must mean you don’t like Sam, and that the only reason you don’t like Sam MUST be because he’s black.

Why does there have to be a reason? Why must you find a reason so astronomically false and hateful, just so you can feel a shred of superiority for yourself and your opinions? Even when people aren’t being hateful towards you, it’s just atomically assumed they’re thinking it and it’s always reacted to with defensive and hateful language.

We’re all in the same fandom. We all like the same characters even if we view their relationships differently. Why can’t we talk like civilized people and understand each other’s differences without bringing awful accusations and assumptions into the mix? We’re on this together, so we shouldn’t be forcing ourselves apart over something so trivial turned cataclysmal over heinous false claims?

Guys I'm so happy about the sambucky 'i love you' but there are some things that need saying.

I am tired of the stucky vs. sambucky discourse. So sick of it. People are going absolutely ballistic over it; I've seen sambucky shippers calling anyone who ships stucky racist. Like, just for not shipping sambucky. People can ship whatever the hell they like! Leave them alone!

And I'm personally fed up. I ship both stucky and sambucky. Equally. At the same time. I can't just live in peace, because I browse the stucky tag and it's just people throwing shade on sambucky and saying the shippers are delusional, that people are forgetting their roots (because lets be honest most of us shipped stucky first), but I browse the sambucky tag and people are just bashing stucky and saying it's a shitty ship that they hate (and calling people who don't ship sambucky racist. which still blows my mind).

Like, wait till y'all find out I ship Sam and Steve. While shipping sambucky and stucky. It's shipping! Neither of them are (probably) ever gonna be canon! Calm down! I know we're all excited, I am too, but just because sambucky is getting closer and closer to canon status than stucky doesn't give you an excuse to shame people for their ships.

Can everybody just calm down, please? I'm tired of the hating and discourse; I just want to be able to consume fandom content in peace without the two sides of the argument fighting each other.

Edit:

I'm not saying the racism with Sam's character as a whole and sambucky isn't there. It certainly is, and it pisses me off too, but shipping stucky doesn't mean someone is racist. I know there are problems with the fandom's treatment of Sam, and believe me, I hate it too, but I literally saw someone call stucky shippers racist. Like, just straight up, shipping Steve and Bucky means you're racist, that's what they were saying. Do I think that applies to some stucky shippers? Yes, and I fucking hate them. Do I think every single person who ships stucky is racist? No. That's not how that works.

I agree that lots of people who don't ship sambucky are because they're racist. I'm not naive. I'm saying that calling every single person who doesn't agree with your ship racist is a huge stretch.

Do I think you should call out every person who is racist towards Sam, or who hates on sambucky because they're racist? Yes! 100%!!! I do it all the time!!! Do I think every person who doesn't prefer sambucky over stucky makes them a bad person? No.

Like, I've literally already had ppl call me racist for saying that generalizing all stucky shippers as ppl who hate sam and are therefore racist is bad. They missed the whole point of the post. I'm so tired.

[someweirdoreblogger]

Thinking about writing Human!Reader whom isekai'd to Earthbread but maintained their incredible size.

Just thinking about The Anicents and Beasts reactions. It'd be an interesting situation for the parties included.