#but seriously i love when people just go off like this

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤUGLY LOVEㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Mark Grayson x Fem Reader Part 1

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : Mark loves you. He loves you so much. But you don't. And yet you agree to go out with him. Maybe because no one else wants you. Maybe because you were lonely...

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

You remember the first time Mark Grayson asked you on a date.

It was embarrassing.

Not for him, no. For you. Because he did it in the middle of the school hallway, right when you were already feeling like shit, surrounded by people who immediately turned to stare like this was some kind of rom-com moment. Like you were supposed to blush and giggle and say yes because Mark Grayson was the loser who somehow still managed to be well-liked.

And you? You weren’t special. Not in any way that mattered. You weren’t pretty enough to turn heads, not hot enough to make guys stumble over themselves. You weren’t the girl anyone fell in love with. So when Mark fucking Grayson—big smile, nervous hands, that stupid blue-and-yellow jacket—asked you out, you just blinked at him.

"Are you serious?" you had asked, voice flat.

His expression faltered for half a second before he recovered. "Yeah! I mean, I think you're really pretty, and, uh, I'd love to take you out. Like—dinner, movie, whatever you want."

You wanted to say no. You really did. But then you thought about it—about how the guy you actually liked barely knew you existed. How you were always the afterthought, the last pick, the option. No one was lining up to take you out. But here was Mark, all bright eyes and open hands, so eager, so desperate.

So you said yes.

Dating Mark was easy. And awful.

He was in love with you.

Not in a normal, lovesick puppy way. No, Mark was something else. He looked at you like you were air and he was drowning. He texted constantly, always wanting to know where you were, who you were with, if you were okay. He remembered everything you ever said—your favorite color, the way you hated cold weather, that one time you mentioned wanting to try some random Thai restaurant downtown. It was suffocating.

And the worst part? You liked it.

Not him, though. Just the way he needed you. The way he worshipped you.

You let him hold your hand even though his palms were always a little too warm. You let him kiss you even though he always lingered too long, like he was memorizing your lips, like he thought you’d disappear if he stopped. You let him call you pet names that made your skin crawl—"baby," "angel," "my girl."

You never called him anything but Mark.

Then, of course, came the worst part.

The superhero bullshit.

The time he told you, it was supposed to be some big moment.

He sat you down in his bedroom, looking at you with this nervous excitement, like he was about to give you the best news of your life. Then he told you.

"I'm Invincible."

You blinked. "...You're what?"

He grinned, all proud, like an idiot. "Invincible! You know, the new hero? Yellow suit?"

Oh. Oh, that was him?

The guy flying around looking like a blind bee?

Invincible. What a stupid fucking name.

You had so many questions. None of them were good.

"You're telling me you willingly wear that suit?" you said instead, voice dripping with disgust.

His smile faltered. "I—I mean, yeah, it's kind of cool, right?"

You stared at him. Stared at the boy you were dating, who was apparently running around in an ugly-ass yellow and blue suit with those stupid fucking goggles like he was actually blind.

"You look so dumb," you muttered.

His face fell. "Wait, what?"

"Yellow? Seriously? Who the fuck told you that looked good?"

"Babe—"

"And the goggles? Are you blind? No, actually, are you?"

He looked heartbroken. Like you had just kicked a puppy. It was honestly kind of funny. But then he smiled again, weaker, like he was trying to brush it off.

"You’re not... mad?" he asked hesitantly.

Oh. Right. That was what he was expecting, wasn’t it? Screaming, crying, breaking up because oh no, my boyfriend is a superhero, it’s too dangerous, I can’t handle it!

You just shrugged.

"Why would I be mad?" you said. "Not like I actually care what you do."

He just stared at you for a long time. Then he smiled.

Too wide. Too happy. Like you had said something perfect.

God, he was pathetic.

Mark loved you too much. And you let him.

Every date was his idea. You never asked. He was always the one picking you up, texting first, clinging to you like he was afraid you'd disappear.

You tested him constantly, just to see how much he could take.

Ignored his texts? He sent more.

Canceled a date? He rescheduled immediately.

Made fun of him? He laughed, like it was endearing.

You let him kiss you, let him touch you, but never too much. Just enough to keep him hooked. You never said "I love you." He said it all the time, and every time you just looked at him, blank, and let the silence stretch until he got uncomfortable and changed the subject.

And god, he never gave up.

He looked at you like you were the fucking moon. Like you hung the stars in his sky. Like he needed you just to breathe.

You hated it.

You loved it.

Because you could never have what you really wanted. No one had ever loved you like this before. So you let Mark do it.

Even if you could never love him back.

Mark never noticed when you looked at someone else.

Maybe because he didn’t want to notice.

Or maybe because, in his head, you were already his. Permanently. Like he had claimed you the second you said yes in that stupid high school hallway.

But you noticed.

You noticed him. The guy you actually wanted.

He was everything Mark wasn’t—cool, confident, effortlessly charming. When he walked into a room, people turned. Girls actually wanted him. They laughed at his jokes, flipped their hair when he talked, hung onto every word. He could have anyone he wanted.

But he didn’t want you.

That stung. Even though you knew it shouldn’t.

You had Mark. Mark, who worshipped the ground you walked on. Mark, who held your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world. Mark, who would probably die if you asked him to.

And still, you wanted someone else.

You tried. For a while.

It happened on a random night—Mark was picking you up from class, his stupid yellow goggles shoved into his pocket, hair still messy from whatever dumb hero thing he had been doing earlier. He grinned at you, all excited like always.

"You hungry? We could get that ramen you liked."

You weren’t in the mood. Not for him. Not for his stupid, endless happiness.

But then you thought about it.

You thought about how it would feel if he—the one you actually wanted—looked at you like that. You thought about how you were being handed something most people dreamed of. Unconditional love. A boy who would do anything for you.

So you tried.

You smiled—tight, forced. Let Mark hold your hand as he walked with you. You let him talk, rambling on about some new villain he fought, how he was getting better at flying, how his dad was actually talking to him about superhero stuff now.

You nodded at the right times. Gave him a few mhms and oh, really? Like a normal girlfriend would.

But it didn’t last.

Because Mark wasn’t what you wanted.

And because you were fucked in the head.

It always came out of nowhere.

One second, you’d be fine. Barely tolerating him, but fine. The next, something small—something stupid—would set you off.

Like tonight.

You were sitting in his room, scrolling through your phone, only half-listening as he went on about his superhero bullshit again. And then he said something—some dumb, innocent comment.

"I know I’m not, like, the coolest guy around, but—I dunno, sometimes I wish you’d talk about me the way you talk about him."

Him.

You froze.

Slowly, you turned to face him. Mark looked nervous, like he regretted saying anything. Good.

"What?" Your voice was sharp.

Mark hesitated. "I—I mean, I know you think he’s, like, really handsome and—"

"Are you seriously bringing this up right now?"

He blinked. "I—"

"No, really, Mark, really? Jesus Christ, I can’t have one fucking conversation without you getting all insecure?"

Mark flinched. Like you had actually hit him.

And fuck, that only pissed you off more.

"You always do this," you spat, voice venomous. "Always. Acting like I’m the fucking bad guy when all I do is put up with your bullshit, your stupid works, your pathetic little—"

You stopped.

Because Mark was looking at you like a kicked dog.

Like he had just realized something awful.

And fuck.

You felt sick.

The guilt hit fast.

You pressed a hand to your forehead, exhaling sharply. "Fuck."

Mark swallowed. "I didn’t mean to—"

"Just—just shut up, okay?"

You didn’t want to hear him apologize. Not again. Not after this.

You weren’t a good person.

And Mark wasn’t good enough to fix that.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— NEXT ☆ Part 2.

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[onceuponatimeinerebor]

While I do think there are some celebrities out there who are absolutely promoting the idea of being too thin (Ariana Grande, for example) I also think this is missing some key points.

1) Body positivity is about people being able to love their bodies, and to be treated with respect regardless of their size. You don't get to be pro-people loving themselves when it suits your narrative. Fat people deserve love and respect and absolutely should be allowed to be happy with who they are without shame, but wanting to lose weight shouldn't be painted as a bad thing either. It IS your choice and trying to tell people they should feel shitty about it is bad, actually.

2) You can't tote the idea that being too thin is unhealthy while ignoring that obesity is also unhealthy. The science is there for both, despite people denying it. (And it should be said that fat people deserve to be taken seriously about health concerns that aren't just answered with 'lose weight.' That's not what I'm arguing here.) The idea that these ultra-skinny celebrities are influencing young people is a problem, but this is also not the 90s. You can't be on national television telling someone she's too fat anymore. We have more women working in the entertainment industry that fit many different shapes and sizes, along with plenty of influencers who are absolutely not skinny. This isn't the Kate Moss era of 'Kate Winslet is chubby and we're going to all say it with no pushback.' we HAVE progressed farther then that. (Also, should there be more representation for big girls? Yes. But the ultra-thin celebrities are also a minority at the moment, so I don't see it being a crazy trend. At least not right now.)

3) While Ozempic was the original shot celebrities used for weightloss (yes off-label, how many medicines are used) it's not the standard anymore. GLP-1 medication IS specifically for weightloss; that is exactly what it's meant for. It can have other health benefits as well (my sister uses it for her insulin resistance, for example). I'm personally on Wegovey and my blood pressure has gone down and I have more energy and better stamina. I know another girl who was able to get off her blood pressure meds completely and is no longer prediabetic thanks to the weight she's lost on GLP-1. But even if it's used solely to lose weight that shouldn't be a shameful thing. Everyone has a different standard for what they consider their ideal weight; you don't get to say 'respect fat woman unless they want to lose weight than fuck them they're the problem.'

And while I always advocate for celebrities to just be honest about their appearance changes (whether it be a weight loss aid or plastic surgery) taking GLP-1 medication DOES require diet and exercise. It may help you lose some weight without changing much, but you will plateau quickly without putting in any effort. I lost 20 pounds with very few changes, but that's made it easier for me to start exercising, and I no longer think about food 24/7 or crave sweets constantly which is honestly worth it even without the weightloss. Food no longer controls me. I feel better, and I'm happier with the way I look (which is for me, nobody else). That shouldn't be a bad thing.

The research is obviously in the early stages, but there have been links to GLP-1 helping a number of health issues (again, like with insulin or blood pressure). Their can of course also be negatives, like people who don't need the help losing weight getting too underweight to be considered healthy, or people not eating enough protein and that effecting their bone density (usually, again, thinner people who shouldn't be on it to begin with) but all of these potential issues are discussed with you when you get on the medication, just like any other med.

I'm so tired of the hypocrisy of people not judging woman and it being 'their chose' until it's about woman wanting to lose weight. Be fat. Be thin. Who fucking cares it's your body.

"stop commenting on actress's bodies" nah actually I think I will continue to comment on the fact that since the rise of ozempic every second actress looks like she's about to blow away in a strong wind because I lived through heroin chic and normalised eating disorders and insane body expectations the FIRST fucking time and saw the damage it did so I'm personally not going to stay silent and let choice feminism make extreme weight loss "acceptable" just because tiktok has convinced some of yall that any choice a woman makes is Valid just because she's a fucking woman like are you all fucking serious right now

[mxrcurysb1tch]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ 💌 Venus through the signs pt. 11 💌 ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

☽｡⋆ Thank you guys sm for the support on the first one, here is part 2! Also thank you guys sm for almost 600 followers?? That’s crazy! As always, take what resonates and leave the rest! xo

☽｡⋆ Libra Venus- Often thought of as superficial but this nothing more than a generalisation. Charming and full of social graces, this venus knows how to make people feel loved. Detached enough to not feel the sting of love too deeply but also extremely committed and willing to completely merge lives, that is the somewhat dual nature of Libra. Just don’t ask them to plan the wedding because no decisions are getting made! They are happy to let you take the lead in love and if they trust you they are easygoing and see the good side of every one they meet. You can always count on a Libra Venus to make you feel special and cared about. They’re infinitely sweet and calming to be around.

☽｡⋆ Scorpio Venus- You belong to me. Passion is the game here. Scorpio Venus does not want partners who are only in it for a fling. They want to merge souls. I know it’s a cliche but they want depth and unwavering commitment. Sometimes it can border on control and jealousy if they aren’t careful. They are incredibly discrete lovers and will never cause a public scene or be one for PDA but they are extremely intense and passionate. If you are looking for somebody who can see into your soul and explore your inner depths with you, look no further. They’re super observant too, and will likely go above and beyond to please and win the affections of the one that has their heart because truly once you’ve captivated them, you’re not going to shrug them off all that easily.

☽｡⋆ Sagittarius Venus- A love that acts as a safe landing and allows them to explore is what they desire. This does not mean that they’re disloyal, simply that they are in love with all of the journeys and opportunities that life has to offer them. They won’t be comfortable with a partner who wants to clip their wings and offer them nothing except routine and practicality. The ideal partner for a sag Venus is someone who wants to grow with them and inspire them on their various life paths. They want to be with someone interesting, fun and idealistic like them. The issue here may be their reluctance to discuss anything tangible and permanent. They can be rather slippery and hard to pin down, and they will be the first to run away when things get too real! All in all though they’re incredibly upbeat and exciting lovers and they can seriously broaden your horizons.

☽｡⋆ Capricorn Venus- This Venus has a certain sweetness to it. Maybe they don’t get carried away with romantic fantasies or delusions (at least not outwardly) but they would do anything for their loved ones. They offer such a stable, practical love that is hard to not appreciate. They might know exactly what it is you need and get it for you without so much as a fuss. They also aren’t scared of playing the long game as they know what they want and know that good things take time. That is what makes Capricorn Venus so romantic, their dedication and their quiet love. Their thoughtful gestures will make you glow warm inside. Once this Venus has decided what they want there is no match to their loyalty and commitment.

☽｡⋆ Aquarius Venus- This venus is not a romantic in the traditional sense. Out of all the Venus signs this is the one that is most likely to be uninterested in monogamy. They may have many friends and are extremely kind and supportive towards the people in their life. However, their one true love is their restless pursuit of knowledge and change. This may just prevent them from wanting to be tied down by the shackles of a relationship. Should they decide they are interested in commitment though, it will be with someone who can respect their lofty goals and idealistic visions. Love won’t be at the forefront of their agenda and they will need somebody who can understand that. Love is something that is uplifting to them but not life changing, they know that love and romance won’t save them. They can be very inspiring and interesting partners.

☽｡⋆ Pisces Venus- oh sweet Pisces Venus. There’s a reason that this Venus is exalted. Extremely artistic and caring, they pour all of their emotions into love. There are no boundaries or restrictions here, they will give their all in relationships. Their ability to romanticise their partners might rival even cancer Venus. Unfortunately for them though they might get taken advantage of by those that want to corrupt their innocence and purity. They’re not all naive though, they just want to make the best out of what life has handed them and that is an admirable thing. They just have to be careful not to linger around too long when things are sour because they are chasing a dream. They are insanely sweet people though and this is shown through in all of their close relationships.

[mochitaekookie]

Yan Billionaire!Heir Jungkook

I want him in real life 😫

Billionaire heir!Jungkook comes from a family of wealth, thanks to his great-grandfather and grandfather who started with just a restaurant in a town, now turned into a vast industry.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who is a spoiled brat and an absolute mannerless man.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook whose father regrets not reprimanding him back when he started being reckless. He and his wife blamed it on puberty, but no, he was just plain rude.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, whose recklessness finally pushed his parents to the limit. They love him, but they refuse to watch their family’s hard-earned legacy be ruined by his irresponsibility.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who is majorly pissed off but has to comply or else his gaming setup will be confiscated

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who works under the company's senior accountant, the only man he tolerates respects in that damn company.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who starts getting his life together. Gone were the days he wore jackets and hoodies, now replaced with classy attire.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who one day sees you, the senior accountant's daughter and can't seem to get you out of his mind. Why? Because you totally ignored him the entire time he was there.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who from then on, completely clings to your father, hoping to get some updates from you.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who finds which college you go to and surprisingly, he has errands to run around in that area.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who finds out you are in your last year of bachelor's program and majoring in accounts.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who gets your class time table from your college website and now he knows when and what time to see you. Accidently ofcourse.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who hears your father mentioning that you are looking for internships to get practical knowledge in your field.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who brings up that why not intern in their company? After all, your father and he would be able to keep an eye on you.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who by now isn't the same mannerless douchebag he used to be and now is a responsible man and people do take him seriously. So, his father had no problem agreeing for you to work with them.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who makes sure to look extra good the day you were supposed to join, after all, impressions matter.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who dresses even sharper on your first day, expecting you to finally acknowledge him. But you don’t. Instead, you brush past him like he’s just another employee. He tries to talk to you while you are working but you just give him one word answers.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who corners you in the break room, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “Do you always ignore people this much, or am I just special?”

You glance at him, unfazed. “I just don’t like unnecessary distractions when I’m working.”

Distraction? Is that what he is to you?

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who wants to speak more but then your father interrupts and takes you away to have lunch.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who gets your number from the employees files, and texts you that night, pouting that you didn't see his messages (you did, you just pretended you didn't). The next day he asks you if you received his text. You feign ignorance and tell him that due to college there are already too many texts and that you may have missed his.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who finally has the chance to take you out to lunch without your father interfering, since he took a sick leave. He was having the time of his life, the way you both gossiped and laughed as you had been friends for decades. He liked that you were opening up to him. His nerves calmed when you told him that it was weird for you to interact with him since you have been to an all-girls school and haven't dated anyone before. So talking with men was a bit overwhelming for you and you weren't great with interacting with people either.

So that’s why you ignore him. You’re shy

Billionaire heir!Jungkook wanted to speak to you more, but since lunch time ended you both had to go back.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who texts you again the same day and is jumping in joy when you reply hours later (what? His relationship with you is progressing okay?)

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who knows he’s in love with you. You’re everything he needs—hardworking, focused, someone he can rely on after marriage.

Marriage.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who casually asks, “Have you ever thought of getting married?”

“If I find the right person,” you reply, sipping your cold coffee. “But I’m only 21. I want to be financially independent first.”

Financial independence? Why? Whatever he has belongs to you. If you asked, he’d transfer his entire company’s shares to your name.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who starts working even harder, impressing his father to the point of tears. His son is finally proving himself—not just a spoiled heir but a true successor.

Because when Jungkook asks for your hand in marriage, there must be zero objections.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who spirals into five stages of grief when your internship ends. But it’s fine—he knows where to find you.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook whose obsession with you grows day by day, his mind being uneasy with the fact that you aren't his already.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who spots you sitting outside your college, looking desperate to escape the conversation you’re in. And there he is—dressed in full business attire, standing like an untouchable force. The people talking to you shrink under his gaze.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook who notices you aren't alone but your cousin is with you as well, and he doesn't like the way she looks at him. Only you are supposed to look at him like that.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who decides he needs you. No more waiting. No more wasting time.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who asks his father to talk to yours about marriage.

Your father refuses at first. You’re too young. You have a future to focus on. But Jungkook is relentless. Persistent. Desperate.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, Who ensures that every road leads back to him. Who quietly eliminates every potential suitor before they can even think of approaching you.

Your father has no choice but to agree, he can't let anymore people's lives be ruined because of Jungkook's madness.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, whose father approves of you, while his mother trusts her husband’s judgment.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who spoils you without limit, sending designer dresses to your home, buying out entire stores when you mention something in passing.

Billionaire heir!Jungkook, who finally, finally gets what he wants—you, standing beside him, a ring on your finger, and his last name attached to yours.

Not proofread.

[arc-misadventures]

This Is How You Do It~!

Pyrrha: Well... welcome everyone to the fifth meeting of the, HLJA: Horny Ladies for, Jaune Arc. I am the club president, Pyrrha Nikos. We like to welcome out latest member, Nora Valkyrie. Please introduce yourself, and tell us while you're horny for, Jaune Arc.

Nora: Hello everyone my name is, Nora!

RWBYVCMCE: HI, Nora.

Nora: I'm horny for, Jaune-Jaune because he's a kind brotherly figure I've always wanted in my life. He takes care of me, doesn't talk down to me, he's supportive of me. And... And, unlike a different person... Jaune actually likes me...

Ciel: Is she talking about that, Ren guy?

Coco: Yep.

Cecil: What's wrong with, Ren, he seems like a nice guy.

Velvet: I think it has something to do with, Ren's semblance.

Ciel: Ren's semblance; what's his semblance?

Velvet: Ren's semblance calms the senses to the point a person becomes undetectable to, Grimm standing just a few feet from you. Considering the effect that, Ren's semblance has on a person, I theorize that as passive effect from his semblance, Ren himself is so calm, that he's unable to... unable to get it on.

Weiss: Hmm... Semblances do occasionally have passive effects on people some times. It's a pretty solid theory.

Nora: A solid theory that is true; Because of, Ren's semblance he can't get aroused.

Yang: Whoa, seriously?!

Pyrrha: Is that true, Nora?

Nora: I've spiked his food with aphrodisiacs... more so just to see what would happen if I did. No effect.

Blake: So, are you giving up on, Ren, because you two can't get physically intimate?

Nora: Not entirely...

May: Does his semblances prevent you two from being physically, and emotionally intimate?

Nora: Yeah. I know I've held a torch for, Ren for years, but we can't do anything because of his semblance. But with, Jaune... he's shown me love, and affection the moment we first met. Sure he treated himself like the older brother figure, he has seven sisters so it makes sense why he would act like that...

Ruby: I love his brother attitude he has for us~!

May: It's a really comforting feeling.

Nora: But, despite this brother love he shows me, I know there's more romantic feelings in there as well. Haaa... I love that blond goofball~!

RWBYPCVCME: Awwww~!

Pyrrha: Alright! Now that introductions are out of the way! Tell us about your all of your plans to seduce, Jaune went? Ruby, will you go first?

Ruby: Okay! Soi, I finally tried.... The naked cloak!

Ciel: The naked cloak?

Ruby: I had, Jaune enter my room, only the two of us were there, while I was only wearing my red cloak! My plan was to seduce him after he accidently reveals my naked body before him in all it''s glory!

Velvet: Ohh~!

Coco: Spicy, I like it!

Blake: Did it work?

Ruby: It failed horribly!

Ruby: ...

Ruby: I... I was too nervous to show him anything...

Yang: Ha! I knew it that you'd chicken out!

Ruby: Oh like you were any better! You wore a skimpy bikini knowing full well it would slip, and you'd flash him, on purpose! And, what did you do when your top fell off: "Eeek! No don't look!" Then you punched him in the face!

Yang: Yeah... Ah ha... haa...

Blake: Too scared to show him the goods?

Yang: No...

Pyrrha: What about you, May, any luck?

May: I haven't been trying to sleep with him. I'm just trying to strengthen our relationship, and subtly flirt with him to get him to know that I'm interested in something more than just a simple friendship.

Cecil: I've been doing the same myself. I've been helping, Jaune with his leadership training classes, while also subtly flashing him my ass in the process~!

Emerald: In those spicy thongs I helped you get?

Ciel: Hell yeah I did~!

Emerald: Nice~!

Ciel: He hasn't taken any action, but I've seen the way he's blushing~!

Emerald: So, he hasn't tapped your ass either?

Cecil: No...

Blake: I think, Jaune's more of a thigh man than an ass, or boobs guy.

May: I would have to agree, while he is aware how big I am, the times times my breasts have accidently slipped out he tends to look away. Although I think that more so him being a gentleman than anything else.

Weiss: I would have to agree. As the one of the members of the, HLJA without any prominent assets. I tend to notice that when the few times I've notice, Jaune staring at one of us, his eyes seem to be staring lower than a persons waist, obviously at a persons thighs. Seldom at a persons, butt, or boobs.

Coco: Who gets stared at the most.

Weiss: He tends to stare at, Yang, and Pyrrha's thighs the most.

Pyrrha: Yes!

Yang: Fuck yeah!

Nora: Wait... I understand this is the horny for, Jaune club. But... Have none of you actually slept with him?

Ruby: Well... no...

Velvet: There is actually two groups of the, HLJA. One for woman like us who want to sleep with him, and another group for those that have.

Nora: Oh, where is that group? I should be in that group.

RWBYPCVCME: ...?

Coco: Y-You've already slept with, Jaune...?

Nora: Yeah, just the other day actually.

Pyrrha: Haa... I'm sorry, Nora, but I'm sorry I'm going to ask you to leave, and join the, SSLJA. That's the club for woman who have slept with, Jaune. We aren't allowed to share how we managed to do it considering this is more of a think tank for us to be able to join the, SSLJA. Since, you've already done it. Well...

Nora: Oh... okay... B-Bye guys...

RWBYPCVCME: Bye...

Yang: Fuck!

Weiss: Why couldn't she have at least told us what she did for an idea for what we could have done?!

Pyrrha: Because, for what works for one...

RWBYCVCME: Does not work with others...

May: At least we can all tell it was good.

Weiss: How can you tell?

May: She was walking with a limp.

Emerald: Tsk! Luck bitch...

~~~

Glynda: Well... Let me welcome our newest member of the SSLJA, Sexually Satisfied Ladies of, Jaune Arc: Nora Valkyrie!

Nora: H-Hi...

Neo: 👋😁

Cinder: Hello, Nora.

Glynda: So tell us, Nora, as part of your introduction to the, SSLJA. How did you do it?

Nora: Oh well... it was just after I was rejected from, Ren for the last time...

~~~

Nora: Haa... Fuck... Okay, that's it... if dressing like this doesn't get him, than nothing will... Fuuuuuuuuuuck...

Jaune: So you finally giving up on, Ren, Nora?

Nora: Yeah... I don't blame him... I know how his semblance effects him. But, I just thought that I would be able to find that chink in his armour that could make us a real couple. But, I can't beat the side effects of his damn semblance.

Jaune: I'm sorry, Nora. I know, Ren has told me that he does love you, but probably because of his semblance he'll never be able to love you. Love you in a way that you deserve.

Nora: I know...

Jaune: I know this may not be a good time... But, since you've given up on, Ren does... does that mean you're available...?

Nora: Well... It depends...

Jaune: Depends on what?

Nora: On who's asking I guess?

Jaune: Well... I am... I'm asking.

Nora: Y-You are...?

Jaune: I've always like you... liked-liked you... and, I know I'm stuck in a rather... odd relationship... relationships... but, if you're interested...Would you like go on a date with me?

Nora: ...

Nora: If we date...d-does that mean me, and your... big friend down there can... exchange pleasantries?

Jaune: Nora... if you keep dressing like that.

Jaune: We'll be doing a whole lot more than just exchange pleasantries~!

Nora: Shall we exchange pleasantries now then?

Jaune: ...

Nora: Whoa-hohoho~! Jaune~?!

Jaune: Okay... Since I have you now in my arms... My bed, or yours?

Nora: My bed, if we break it we'll move on to yours.

Jaune: Sounds like a plan~!

~~~

Nora: And, then we booped...

Glynda: Oh so that's why those request forms to replace all the beds in team JNPR came from.

Nora: Hehe... sorry...

Glynda: Don't be~! We've don far far worse ourselves.

Nora: Y-You have...?

Cinder: Yes.

Neo: 🥰

Glynda: Would you like to know more~?

Nora: ...

Nora: Yes.

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@lar-mx here's another one for you. That art screamed, Nora x Jaune as soon as i saw it. It just went other places while I was writing it.

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[pomegranatelifethis]

Don't move away

Living in Gotham was already hard enough, but being one of Bruce Wayne’s adopted kids made life even more complicated. Sometimes, their protective instincts were just too much. The constant surveillance, the way they always needed to know where you were… You knew they loved you, but it was suffocating.

So, you started pulling away.

At first, it was subtle—replying to their messages less, skipping out on visits to the Batcave, avoiding training sessions. Then, you took bigger steps—going on patrol alone, disappearing without notice. But the Batfamily never lets one of their own go so easily.

One Evening…

You were hanging out with Harper Row, one of the few people who actually understood you. But when you got home, the entire Batfamily was waiting for you in the Batcave.

Bruce stood with his arms crossed, his gaze stern as always, but there was concern underneath.

“How many times are we going to have this conversation?” he asked, his voice deep and steady.

Dick stepped forward, his usual gentle but disappointed expression in place. “Why won’t you talk to us? We’re not trying to control you, but you’re putting yourself in danger.”

Jason let out a sharp laugh. “Just let them go. Maybe they want to be away from the family.” His tone was laced with sarcasm, but there was hurt there too.

Tim, eyes tired but observant, studied you. “Is this just about wanting to be alone, or is there something else going on?”

Damian was the quietest, but his furrowed brows showed his disapproval. “You’re making yourself weaker,” he stated. “Distancing yourself from us won’t make you stronger.”

All eyes were on you. You had to say something—but your brain short-circuited.

Then, as if fate itself had it out for you, it happened.

You took a step back in panic—

And your foot caught on some cables.

“Oh, no—”

Before you could finish your sentence, a chain reaction began:

You stumbled backward, knocking over a water bottle on the table.

Water splashed onto the Batcave’s main computer console.

Sparks flew as alarms blared. “EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!”

In your frantic attempt to regain balance, your arm swung wildly—sending Alfred’s freshly brewed tea soaring through the air.

The cup’s contents landed right onto Tim’s laptop.

“NO! My notes!” Tim yelled, frantically trying to save his screen.

Panicking, you backed up—only to bump into a shelf.

The impact sent all the Batarangs flying.

“GET DOWN!” Dick shouted, diving to the floor with Jason.

Damian, with ninja-like reflexes, pulled out his sword to deflect the incoming projectiles. One Batarang missed Bruce’s head by an inch, embedding itself into the wall behind him.

Bruce took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes in what could only be described as extreme patience.

Jason, still lying on the floor, looked at you in disbelief. “How? How do you do this?”

Face burning with embarrassment, you tried to steady yourself—only to accidentally knock Damian’s Robin mask off the table. It hit the floor with a soft plop.

Silence.

“I… uh…” you started, but Bruce finally spoke.

“Alright.” He opened his eyes, surveying the absolute disaster around him. “We are all going to sit down and talk. But first,” his gaze swept over the chaos, “we’re cleaning this up.”

Dick sighed. “New record, Y/N.”

Jason was still laughing. “You could literally destroy Gotham with your clumsiness.”

Tim, aggressively drying his laptop, muttered, “Seriously, how?”

Damian scowled. “Is this a skill or a curse?”

You looked down, utterly mortified. “I… was trying to get away from the family. I guess I failed?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, but there was the faintest hint of a smile. “Yes. Yes, you did.”

And in that moment—despite all the chaos—you realized something: No matter what you did, no matter how much you tried to push them away, they weren’t going to let you go.

Cleaning up the mess took longer than expected. Tim was still salvaging his laptop, Dick and Jason were gathering the scattered Batarangs, and Damian—still glaring—was carefully placing his sword back in its sheath.

Bruce? He just stood there, arms crossed, watching you.

“Do you have anything you want to tell us?”

You cleared your throat. “Uh… no?”

Jason burst out laughing. “Still trying to escape? Just admit it—there’s no way out of this family. You’ll take down the whole city in the process.”

Dick shook his head. “But seriously, why are you pulling away from us? Yeah, we can be a lot sometimes, but we care about you.”

You avoided their gazes. “I know… but sometimes you guys are just too much. I need space.”

Tim sighed. “So… you want us to leave you alone?”

Before you could respond, you accidentally knocked over Damian’s coffee.

Damian’s eyes widened in horror as the liquid spilled across his files.

“THE REPORT I PREPARED FOR THE TITANS!” he yelled, scrambling to salvage his documents. “Y/N, seriously?!”

Jason had collapsed onto the floor, laughing hysterically. “Oh, this is gold! No one is safe around you!”

You took a step back, utterly mortified, but Bruce just shook his head.

“Y/N, if you want to leave, fine. But know this—you can run as far as you want. We’ll always find you.”

Dick nodded. “And no matter what you do, we’ll always forgive you. Even if you cause total destruction.”

Damian scowled. “Or… at least, we’ll train you.”

Tim suddenly looked thoughtful. “Actually… if we harnessed Y/N’s clumsiness, this could be a huge tactical advantage. Imagine—taking down enemies accidentally.”

Jason was still laughing. “YES! Gotham’s greatest weapon—THE MASTER OF CHAOS!”

Your eyes narrowed. “Do not turn that into a superhero name.”

But it was too late.

Dick and Jason dramatically posed. “CHAOS!” they shouted in unison.

Bruce sighed, massaging his temples. “There is no discipline in this house.”

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe… distancing yourself wasn’t the solution after all. Because no matter what kind of chaos you brought, this family wasn’t going to let you go.

And, honestly?

This was probably just the beginning.

[mittenkisses]

The Valentine's ask was perfect! Ace laughing at the reader is so incredibly (read: annoyingly) him, I love it!

Could I ask for another? This time, maybe with the really popular boys? Vil, Cater, Kalim, and whoever you think fits! They seem like the kind of people to get lots of gifts for Valentine's and are used to getting attention on the holiday, so I bet it'd be a shock to them that someone they like just. Never Got That

(ngl I kinda see Cater using this as an excuse to give the reader the sweets he won't eat, since he doesn't like sweets)

valentine's day gifts

ft : cater, leona, vil, kalim

a/n : not sure if leona really fits in the "popular" category but i figured that being royalty he'd fit in with this prompt

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ 🐚

cater, surprisingly or not, isn't too into the idea of valentine's day. he likes the cutesy photo ops, but beyond that he isn't very hyped about it. he never really gave gifts on valentine's, hoping it would deter people from giving him anything, but it never worked. he was always overloaded with candies that he'd have to choke down or pawn off onto his sisters. so...not really his favourite, but when he finds out you haven't celebrated much, he's thrilled, especially if you like sweets. he'll overload you with gifts, snapping pictures of your reactions to treasure forever. some of his presents are things he got and didn't want, but you don't need to know that.

leona gets lots of expensive, high-quality stuff from home, and he tells you to just take whatever you want, because he's not gonna eat any of it. you'd better be quick, though, before ruggie takes it all. he's not the type to go out of his way and get you anything, in fact, he thinks the entire holiday is stupid. a day dedicated to showing your love is pointless, in his eyes, because if you really loved them you'd show it every day. he pretends there isn't anyone he'd want to give gifts to anyway, but the way he grabs you and makes you cuddle with him all day says otherwise.

kalim loves valentine's day, of course, like he loves all the other holidays. a chance to celebrate will never be passed up by him. he's just so shocked when you say you've never gotten anything—he has to change that right away! tell him what you want, he'll have it for you immediately! seriously, please tell him something, or else you'll probably end up with two tons of gifts delivered to your doorstep. he can't help it! he wants you to be happy and feel loved! you might slip him a cheesy line—the only gift i need is you!—which makes him giggle and blush.

vil is very strict on his candy-eating habits, so he generally doesn't make use of any of the things he's given. you might be sensing a pattern here. he'll give you some of his candies, but not all! only eat a little, not too much, it's very unhealthy! still, if you want to sneak a little bit more when you think he's not looking, he won't say anything about it. he says he doesn't care much for the holiday, but he still goes out of his way to buy you anything you want.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

@zepskies

Thank you Alex!! This one was so much fun to write for Russell 🥰 Thank you for giving me an excuse to write about the green-eyed potato target 🤣

LMAO starting strong with the Dean easter egg. 😆 Fun fact: I have a keychain on my keys that I bought off Etsy in high school which I still have to this day. On side it says "Metallicar," and on the other side it has that famous Dean line that made me a Dean girlie right from the pilot. 🥹💜

I had to do it 😭 And oh my word that's so cute! I love that you still have the keychain ��� I literally remember the first time I saw this quote: I was scrolling on pinterest at home after school one day when I was in high school and I found it. I had no idea what it was from, and just DIED ☠️ When I first started watching Supernatural and I heard the quote, I was like:

LMAO 🤣

I love the way you described people watching at the grocery store -- it was so idyllic and relatable at the same time. I've definitely had those thoughts, and I kid you not, in the outline I've written for the sequel to Bubbly it starts out with the reader and Russell at the grocery store. 🤣

Thank you! I literally have that thought each time I go grocery shopping. My mind is just so far in left field- though sometimes I think it might be the hopeless romantic in me that does it lol 💗

And oh my stars that's crazy!! Great minds really do think alike 🧠 I can't wait to read the next addition to that universe! I need to catch up on my tbr so I can read the rest of Every Second Counts before the sequel to Bubbly drops!

I felt so hard for the reader in this! Tbf Russ's behavior did look suss AF, but I had a feeling it was all due to proposal nerves loll. However, that image of her hurling potato after potato at him -- and Russ maintaining his sense of humor about it for as long as he did -- had me in stitches! 🤣

I know I felt bad for her too! She really was going through a whole minivan of emotions in the produce section of a grocery store of all places. BUT yeah no he had a lot of red flags and she knows her man lol. Definitely sus vibes from Russell! I really like the headcanon that Russell isn't afraid of anything except proposing 🤣 I'm glad the potato dodge ball made you laugh 🥔 It was a lot of fun to write out all the potato jokes, but only Russell would be falling more in love with a woman hurling potatoes at him.

But when he saw she was seriously hurt in thinking he was cheating, his responses tugged at my heartstrings too. It was so lovely to see though how he finally got through to her and explained himself, though I had a lot of secondhand embarrassment thinking about how everyone else is watching her unravel with him and air out their dirty laundry by the produce aisle. 🤣🤣🤣

I know 😭 He was so sweet after he realized how serious she was taking the whole thing. And it hurt me a little bit to put him through the "no touching" and the hurt he felt when he realized she thought he cheated 💔 But YES! The embarrassment is so real 🫣 You wouldn't catch me doing that- watching someone else do it yes... because I'm nosy and I live on crazy stories that I can incorporate into my writing LOL 🤣

(Old lady grabbing the cucumber is ALL of us. lmfaooo -- Seriously, that part had me deceased. 💀💀)

Girl, She IS!! 🤣☠️🥒

Aww I love both of the quotes you highlighted! Is it so wrong that I want that for me? A big strong bear hug from a man who loves me?! 😭 Who might also be way too old for me, but I know would treat me right? lol

But thank you so much for giving me all these wonderful comments Alex! And again, thank you for sending in a prompt for my prompt celebration! 💗

Potatoes Weren't On The Grocery List!

Pairing: Russell Shaw x f!reader, Reader POV

Prompt:"Please put the potato down."

Requested By: @zepskies

Summary:  When your boyfriend comes back into town acting different and won't tell you what's wrong, you jump to an extreme conclusion, and use an unusual form of punishment to get some answers. Saturday morning at the supermarket just got a little bit more interesting...

Tropes: Established Relationship, Suspected Cheating, Fluff

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: References to Sex, Sexual innuendo, Kissing, Cursing, Little bit of self-deprecating thought (reader), Jealousy, Supposed Cheating? Embarrassing Situation at a Supermarket? Inappropriate Use of Potatoes? Cheesy Potato Jokes? I think that's everything? This one is more fluffy than anything else.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: This is another prompt requested for my prompt celebration by my lovely friend @zepskies 💗 Thank you so much for sending this one in! Alright, I know this entire situation is just CRAZY, but it really did make me cackle to think up another way of using potatoes. 🥔

“Would the owner of a red Prius with a bumper sticker that says ‘Driver Picks The Music, Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole’ please come to the customer service desk?” A nasally voice crackles over the intercom, halting the sound of “Heaven Is A Place On Earth” that plays over the loudspeaker in the supermarket. “Again, would the owner of a red Prius with the-”

The rest of the message is drowned out in the high pitched squeak of a shopping cart against terrazzo two aisles away, the smell of cinnamon and fresh bread that floats from the bakery, and the chatter that buzzes up over the towering shelves of food.

Saturday was meal prep day, which meant that you spent your morning weaving your cart in and out of the crowded grocery store one block away from your apartment buying everything you needed for the week. 

But despite how long it took, grocery shopping never felt like a chore because you believed it gave you a snap-shot into someone else’s life. 

You spent all those Saturday mornings watching other people and creating stories for them in your head. Why they bought something, who they were shopping for, noticing who they were shopping with, wondering what they would cook-

It was intimate, feeling the world slow down for just a few moments to live in the present with them.

Noticing a man on the phone in the feminine hygiene section talking to an unseen entity, watching a little girl eat an apple while her mother reaches up for a box of cheerios, waiting in line behind a guy with only a box of condoms and spearmint gum in his basket,  hearing a girl hum a little too loud and dance to the song blasting from her headphones as she shopped, and walking behind a woman  in a power suit who studied a grocery list scrawled on a scrap of paper.

They were all going somewhere, all moving forward with their day and yet you all shared this single moment of serendipity, to be in the same place at the same time.

Unfortunately, today you were not enjoying it one bit and it had everything to do with the man standing at the end of your shopping cart studying an alarming amount of avocados with a blank expression.

Something was wrong. 

You knew that the second your boyfriend, Russell, had come home. He’d been on a case with Colter a few states away, pulled from your arms in the middle of the night when he got an S.O.S from his younger brother, and because the two of you had been dating long distance comfortably for the better part of three years, you could tell that there was something seriously bothering him. 

But you didn’t know what. 

It was the first time in your entire relationship that you couldn’t tell what Russell was thinking and all it did was frustrate you further. 

He was distant, moody, and on edge. You’d never seen him like this before, not even when you brought him home to meet your family for Christmas last year. Sure, he’d been a little jittery and you’d made a joke about him being more afraid to meet your dad than he was to face a convoy of armed guards, but Russell was not like this ever. 

Your boyfriend was calm, collected, and smooth (too much sometimes, but you weren’t complaining). What he was not was jumpy and nervous. It took a lot to rattle him given what he’d been through. That’s why you were worried, because the man standing at the end of your shopping cart was not your boyfriend. 

Maybe he got body snatched while he was out of town? 

The idea that aliens had come down and taken the man you loved hostage was one of the only possible reasons why he was acting so odd. 

Russell had barely said two words to you since he’d dragged himself into the apartment last night. He had gone straight into the bathroom for a shower, not bothering the usual running joke the two of you had when he would throw you over his shoulder and bring you with him for a well deserved bit of R and R.

And when he’d come out of the shower, a vision in a small bright pink towel tied around his waist, his bare chest glistening in the dim light of your bedroom, dark hair dripping wet and hanging forward to frame his chiseled jaw, while the mist from the warm water floated behind him and framed the beautiful man that you couldn't believe was yours, it made you feel so warm it rivaled Mt. Vesuvius before it blew.

You’d wanted to demonstrate how much you’d missed him, and you’d tried whispering sweet nothings into his ear while your fingers tickled along the edge of the towel, but Russell had kissed you on your forehead, pried away the curious fingers, and said that he was “tired.”

It made your blood run cold. 

Reunion sex was the best tradition the two of you had, something you both appreciated and that fact that he’d said “no,” raised a red flag in the back of your mind the size of Texas. Russell never said no to sex, especially not after a long period of separation. 

He’d gotten stabbed a year ago while on a mission, spent two nights in the hospital following a surgery (where he complained the whole time about how he didn’t need to be there), and when you brought him home and he started to get a little friendly, you told him that you didn’t think that sex was a good idea, that he needed to rest, but he’d said that it was “just a graze” and then made love to you for an hour.

Sure, you’d done most of the work, he was in recovery for goodness sake, and you didn’t want to rip his stitches… but this was different.

Russell was avoiding your gaze, acting fidgety, and when you’d tried to kiss him, Russell had opted to shift his face away to give you a quick kiss on the forehead instead.

And as much as you liked a good forehead kiss, you hadn’t seen Russell in over a week and all you wanted was a heated kiss that made you lose feeling in your legs and forget that he was gone at all.

You didn’t know what you did wrong and you tried to think of something that you could have done to make him angry or annoyed with you, but there wasn’t a single thing. The last time that you’d spoken to Russell was late four days ago and he’d told you how excited he was to see you and that he missed you. 

But then why is he acting like this?

Russell pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps something quickly on the screen that’s angled away from you, his movements swift and to the point. But you note a small smile pulling at the end of his mouth. It was the first time you’d seen him smile since he got home. 

You felt unsettled, anxiety thrumming and prickling along your skin like pop rocks.

You wanted Russell to talk to you. It wasn’t like him to keep things inside, if something was bothering him he was upfront about it, not passive aggressive. He didn’t slam every cabinet in your apartment or leave all the drawers in the bathroom open when the two of you were in a fight, Russell would tell you what pissed him off.

Usually it was you that drove him crazy, but he’d always said he liked it, kept him “on his toes,” and made him feel like a lion tamer in a circus. 

An audible sigh comes through your lips, but Russell doesn’t look at you, instead he continues to tap something on his phone. 

It reminded you of what you’d discovered him doing early this morning.

You’d woken up at four am, call it fate or just one of those random moments your body woke up before your mind did, but when you realized that you were alone, it made you uneasy. 

In the three years you’d been together, Russell couldn’t keep his hands to himself, especially when he was asleep. That meant each time you woke up, Russell was laying on top of you, his strong arms wrapped around you in a bear hug, while he nuzzled his head into your hair and murmured things in his sleep you couldn’t understand. 

It was your safe place, somewhere that felt unbreakable.

Entwined in Russell’s arms in the early morning with his warm body tensed around yours was better than a fluffy blanket on a cold day, better than a hot cup of cocoa that drove away a nightmare, and better than slipping into the gentle embrace of a familiar book. 

It was always you that had to convince Russell to let you out of bed while he begged for another five minutes, not the other way around.

However, this morning you’d woken up to an empty bed with sheets long cold and found Russell sitting on the threadbare couch in the living room of your apartment talking on his phone in a hushed whisper.

The only words that you’d been able to make out were: “No, I haven’t talked to her yet honey.” 

Your entire body had gone cold with one sentence. You had no idea who he was talking to or what Russell had to “talk” to you about, but all you could focus on was that he called whoever it was, “honey.” 

It made an uncomfortable lump settle in the back of your throat. You didn’t want to believe that your boyfriend was cheating on you, but there was a little part of you that had begun to unravel, a thread in the back of your mind unwinding as you put together all the clues that Russell had given you since he came back. 

The suspicious phone call, the fact that he didn’t want to make love, Russell acting distant and jumpy-

It didn’t bode well.

The thought of losing him made you want to throw up.

Russell was the place of refuge you went to when your world fell apart, and without him you didn’t know how to function. Before him your life was organized into neat little boxes and checklists, but Russell had shown you that you couldn’t control everything in your life, he brought a reassuring and welcome disorder that made you feel alive in the best way. He helped you embrace the chaos to make a life worth living.

The thought of going back to the mundane world you knew before Russell where all the men seemed to be carbon-cut frat boy copies of one another, or wanted a cookie cutter life with a woman who never spoke her mind, or never called back, never offered to pay for dinner, and never opened doors for you filled you with dread. 

So you decided to go grocery shopping to clear your head and to get away from Russell for a little bit. It was the first time that you’d wanted to be away from him in all the years you’d known him and it broke your heart. Unfortunately, Russell had insisted on coming with you.

It was the only normal thing he'd done since he got back. Russell liked to do things with you no matter how mundane they would have sounded to someone else. Going to pick up the dry cleaning? Sign him up! Going to get some new thread for your sewing machine? Check! When Russell was back in town, he was back and nothing stopped him from being with you.

You would have found comfort in him coming with you if he wasn't acting lost.

The drive in his car to the supermarket had been silent and awkward, every conversation you tried to start when Russell came to a stop at a light lost in the wind. And even now Russell followed behind you like a zombie there, but not quite present.

It was an even bigger red flag, because the old Russell who came with you to the grocery store  was incapable of walking down an aisle without finding one thing that he wanted. Whether it be an oversized bag of sour gummy worms or a new brand of sriracha flavored potato chips, your boyfriend was insufferable when you brought him, and you loved every second of it.

But not today. 

He hadn’t said a word since you left the apartment, he even walked past the peaches without making an obligatory butt joke, and you still couldn’t think about the joke he’d made about the eggplant the last time he came with you without blushing.

Today all Russell did was stand there, his hands in his pockets, staring at the avocados, and his muscles tense beneath his army jacket as if he was anticipating something you couldn’t see. 

Like a break up. 

The thought made you clench your jaw together so tight you worried about the possibility of TMJ. 

The urge to say something, anything was building in your chest, but you didn’t know how to start a conversation without crying or cussing him out using the colorful vocabulary you’d adopted after you met him. 

The longer you stood, the more the thought of Russell cheating on you with someone else began to stitch its way into your head. Warped images of Russell in a dingy motel room along the road with a faceless woman in bed, rolling around with her for hours, the two of them laughing at your expense flashed through your mind on a sickening reel. The sentence you heard him say into the phone bouncing around in your head like a rubber ball.

His phone buzzes in his hand again, and your boyfriend’s smile widens before he types something out. 

Before the two of you had started dating, Russell had been talking to Reenie regularly. Reenie with her perfect black hair, clear skin, tight pencil skirts, pristine power suits, and beautiful smile. Reenie who's badass lawyer skills made what you do for a living seem dull in comparison. Reenie who was so much of a grown up you felt like a little girl watching her mother get dressed for work.

The faceless woman in bed with your boyfriend at a motel adopts Reenie’s physique and a roar of jealousy vibrates in your head so loud it might as well be a swarm of angry bees.  

Frustration, hurt, heartbreak, and anger formed a hard ball in the base of your throat and before you can stop yourself, you pick up the nearest object, a potato,  and throw it as hard as you can at your boyfriend. 

It hits him between his shoulder blades, glancing off his muscular back, before landing on the concrete floor with an audible thud. 

You’d been aiming a little higher, but it does the trick, and it makes you feel a little bit better.

“What the hell?!” Russell turns to stare at you, showing more emotion than he has in the past 12 hours since he got back home. “Did you just throw a potato at me?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Because I-” You hesitate. 

You didn’t want to come out and say it, it was too terrible for you to think about. The man you loved, your best friend, cheating on you, especially after how long the two of you have been together. Instead of answering you pick up another potato.

“Whoa!” Russell holds up his hands in surrender, cracking a signature half-grin that causes another fissure to open in your heart. It was the first time that he’d genuinely smiled at you since he got back. “Didn’t think potatoes were on the list today Sweetheart.” 

“They are now!” You throw it at him, but Russell ducks. The potato sails through the air past him and lands in a colorful tub of summer squash, jarring a produce clerk restocking a display of apples nearby.

You reload. 

“Baby wait!” Russell half ducks behind the cart, preparing for battle. Confusion and a little bit of humor flash in his eyes. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong before you beam me with Mr. Potato-head?”

“You know!” The rough skin of the potato grates against your skin as your grip tightens. 

“No, I don’t.” His gaze flicks to the projectile in your hand. “I mean, I like french fries as much as the next guy, but that’s still a little raw.”

You could feel your frustration and heartbreak swirling and beating into a wildfire in your chest, burning in the air around you as the image of Russell and Reenie writhing in bed together comes skittering back into your mind. Granted, there was a part of you that knew playing dodgeball with potatoes in the grocery store was ridiculous, but you were so upset about what you thought your boyfriend was doing that it was difficult to form the words to express it. 

And throwing potatoes at him seemed like the only option.

"Please put the potato down." Russell says, still half crouched behind the grocery cart. 

“No!” You take aim at his head, cocking up your arm for the next throw.

“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” Russell’s hands are still up in front of him, anticipating your throw, preparing to duck if need be, but his green eyes glint with a playful mirth. “Or are you going to show me what happens when good potatoes go bad?”

He looked like your Russell again, not some statue of the man you were in love with as he had the past few hours. It was infuriating that this was the thing that made him return to normal and not anything else that had happened in the 12 hours since he'd gotten home.

This time you find your words.

“Who is she!?” You screech so loud that everyone in the produce department stops to look over at Russell and you. 

They were probably already watching given the fact that you’d thrown two potatoes at him and were about to unleash a third at any moment. You really hoped that you didn’t end up on the internet or the news, especially because your mother watched it religiously and would call to say “I told you so” about Russell. Ever since you’d brought him home she’d call to ask if you’d broken up with him yet. He still hadn’t won her over and this wouldn’t get him any brownie points. 

“What?” Russell’s smile slips into a confused frown. 

“Who is she?!” 

By now the song “Heaven Is A Place On Earth” has begun to play again over the loudspeakers, the familiar tune echoing above the sounds of the supermarket.

“Who is who?” 

“The girl you’re cheating on me with!”

“What?” Hurt flashes in his eyes followed quickly by surprise. “You think I’m cheating on you? Really? After everything we’ve been through together baby?”

“Don’t you baby me Russell Shaw! You’ve been acting weird since you got back! Avoiding my gaze, acting twitchy, not talking to me, refusing to touch me! Saying that you’re too tired to make love!” That last part you hadn’t meant to shout as loud as you could in the middle of a grocery store on the busiest shopping day of the week. 

The elderly woman shopping for cucumbers on the opposite side of the produce display looks up to watch the two of you. Her eyes drag appreciatively over your boyfriend before picking up a large cucumber from the pile. 

“You think I’m cheating on you because I told you I was tired?” Russell huffs out a laugh. “Baby, I get tired, I’m not a machine-”

“And I heard your little conversation this morning on the phone.” You continue, not smiling, your fingernails curling into the rough skin of the potato in your hand.

You hated that he wasn’t taking any of this seriously. Russell was laid back yes, but even he knew better than to tease you when you were angry, and Russell himself understood when his care-free attitude left little to be desired when you were furious with him. 

“No, I haven’t talked to her yet honey!” You mimic his voice holding up the potato above your head, the axe over a head on a chopping block. 

Hot frustrated tears roll down your cheek, the urge to sob catching under your rib cage, but you swallow it down. 

A part of you wished that you were more calm and collected, not standing in the produce section of your local grocery store with a potato clutched in your hand like mjolnir, crying.

“Sweetheart-” He sighs and extends his hand towards you, intending to bring you some comfort. Some of his hair has fallen forward to frame his face in the commotion, and in a perfect world you would have brushed it back with a gentle smile and a kiss to the tip of his nose, but not this one. 

Heaven is most certainly not a place on earth. 

“No, don't touch me!” You flinch away from his outstretched hands, taking a shaky step backwards, tennis shoes squeaking against the floor. The image of him and Reenie was back, festering beneath your skin, followed by the sound of him whispering on the phone this morning. 

His concerned frown drops into hurt and if your heart wasn’t already broken, that would have done it, seeing Russell look at you that way. 

You’d never deprived him of your touch or the ability to touch you. Something that you’d learned early in your relationship was that deep down Russell longed for more than just one night, more than just a random fling with a woman late at night. He wanted something permanent, especially after he'd spent his entire life having the world slip between his fingers.

He’d had to learn how to be self-sufficient from an early age and deprived himself of what he really wanted for so long. But then he’d met you. 

You knew deep in your heart that Russell longed for your touch and you in more ways than one. Not just for his pleasure, but the gentle lean of your head against his arm when you watched tv or the brace of your hand against his shoulder when you needed to push past him in the small hallway of your apartment or the warm embrace you gave him in the night when he came back to you. For you to take it away from him hurt more than you could ever know. 

He’d had a handful of relationships, but none of them were as long as the one the two of you had and it made you feel proud to know that you were changing things for him, and that you were showing him what a healthy long lasting relationship looked like. 

That was until you started lobbing potatoes at him in the produce department on your favorite shopping day of the week.

“Please, listen to me.” He pleads. This time he doesn’t try to touch you, but hurt flashes through his eyes again. 

It was enough to almost make you cave. You didn’t want to believe that Russell would cheat on you, he never seemed the type for that. Sure he was flirty and spent a long time away from you, but you had trusted him because you’d believed that Russell honored your relationship the same way you did. 

“Why should I? It all makes sense. You’ve been acting distant since you got back, you won’t touch me, you won’t even kiss me-”

“Can you please listen to me for one second?” He interrupts before running his hand through his hair to give it something to do, avoiding the urge to reach out for you again.

“No, I don't want to hear any of your excuses!”

Russell says your name in a frustrated tone. “It was my sister on the phone this morning.”

“Do you always talk to your sister at 4 am? Or oh, maybe it was Jake from Statefarm!” You roll your eyes. “How stupid do you think I am?”

“I don’t think you’re stupid. I’ve never thought you were stupid. It was Dory!”

“Then what was so important at 4 am that you couldn’t wait to talk to her?”

“Oh for the love of- This!” Russell thrusts his hand into the pocket of his army jacket, before he shoves something into your empty hand.

Your gaze falls to the small blue velvet box cradled in your palm, looking at it for a minute too long, the angry tornado inside making it hard to process what it is.

“Russell? What is this?”

“I called Dory because I needed her to give me a pep talk. I was too much in my head last night. And when I asked Colter the other day he didn’t help at all.” He cracks a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I wasn’t too surprised by that, my brother has never been as smooth or as smart as me.”

“To do what?” You ask hesitantly. 

Russell hesitates, measuring what he's going to say. The foreign nervous glint is back in your boyfriend's gaze, the one you'd seen since he came back. The same one that made you think your boyfriend had been abducted by aliens.

“Propose.” Russell rubs the back of his neck looking sheepish. “I was going to do this somewhere special, you know? Outside that taco truck we like or at least over dinner. Not a damn grocery store.”

You thought you were going to die of shock right there.

“You were going to propose?” Your voice comes out a little hesitant and squeaky. The potato in your other hand drops to the floor, the sound of it hitting the concrete thunderous. 

“Yeah. That’s why I had to tack on a few extra days to my trip. I wanted to talk to your dad in person, this didn’t seem like the kinda thing to ask over the phone.” 

“What?” Your mouth drops open in surprise. “You asked my dad?”

Russell nods. “I was surprised he said yes. I don’t think I’m exactly a favorite when it comes to you parents.”  He huffs out an awkward laugh, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. “I didn’t mean to be so distant, but I wanted it to be perfect. And each time I tried to think of a way to do it or try to figure out what to say I couldn’t. That’s a first for me Sweetheart, we both know that I don’t have any problems talking.” 

Oh my damn, I literally accused him of cheating. I’m a terrible person. 

“I was tired last night.” Russell continues. “But I did want to make love, fuck baby, I always want to make love to you, but I was worried that I would propose to you at the wrong time.” 

“The wrong time?” You swipe the back of your hand over your cheeks with a sniffle. 

“We both know that I’m not good at controlling what I say when you’ve got your hands all over me. Especially not when you’re in my lap riding me to high heaven.” Russell’s smirk makes your cheeks flush. 

There’s an awkward silence that fills the air between the two of you as your gaze drops to the box in your hand. 

I don’t deserve him.

“Are you sure that you still want to marry me? Even after I thought you were cheating?” The question comes out in a whisper, guilt tugging at your heart.

You hated that you’d treated him that way, assumed that he would be the kind of guy to cheat on you. Deep down in your heart you knew that Russell wasn’t the type, but it made you feel even more guilty for accusing him of that. 

Russell steps forward reaching out to you, but hesitates, his smile faltering. “Can I touch you now?”

“Yes.”

The relieved sigh that he releases when he pulls you into his tight embrace makes more tears spill from your red eyes. You hated that you’d said that to him, that you’d deprived him of the one thing he needed since the moment the two of you met. He tucks you into the little you-shaped nook between his shoulder and his throat, arms wrapping around you warm and familiar. It feels more like home than anywhere else. 

“Baby, nothing’s going to stop me from that. You could be a zombie with rotting lips infested with maggots and I’d still be the luckiest guy on the planet because I got to marry you.” His words rumble up his chest against your cheek.

“And you thought you didn’t have anything romantic to say.” You say with a giggle, squeezing him tight. 

“Zombies? That’s what does it for you?” Your boyfriend's chuckle shakes your body as his hand smoothes over your back, the motion calming your racing heart.

You sniffle out a laugh, nuzzling further into his chest. By now you were sure there were tears and snot on his t-shirt, but Russell doesn’t care, not when he has you in his arms again. 

“So is this a yes or are you just feeling really sorry for throwing potatoes at me?” He murmurs into the top of your head. 

“Say yes sweetie, or I will.” The elderly woman who was shopping for cucumbers stage whispers from your left. 

You didn’t know that she was still standing there, but all it did was bring a wave of embarrassment over you thinking of everything that you’d yelled at your boyfriend and done with the potatoes at your local grocery store. 

Damn it, I’m going to have to start shopping somewhere else.  

You pull back from Russell’s chest to stare up into the warm gaze of the man who’d always been there for you. “Yes.” You nod. 

The kiss he gives you is the one that you wanted when he came home. The rough scrape of beard against soft skin, the tangle of his tongue in your mouth, the warmth that bubbles up from the deep to swallow you whole as you lose yourself in the man you love, and the soft gasp that comes when Russell drags you further into him with a growl that rumbles through his muscular chest. 

“Now can we please go back to the apartment?” He rasps, warm hands holding on to your cheeks as if you’re going to slip away, his green eyes darkening with his words before they rake across your body. “I’d like to celebrate our engagement the old fashioned way. Unless you want to keep playing hot-potato?”

“No. We can go home.”

“Baby-” Russell rumbles once more, leaning his forehead against yours. “We’re already there.”

A/N: See happy endings all around! Thank you again @zepskies for asking me for this prompt and letting me explore another story with Russell! Daydreaming and writing about him never gets old 👀

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⭑.ᐟ WATCH YOUR BACK

II: GOOD LUCK, LITTLE ONE

Pairing: BadBoys!Ateez OT8 x Reader

WC: 6.6k

Synopsis| After your first encounter with Ateez, you are now their new target. Now, you don't tend to break easily... well depending on the situation of course. So, what will Ateez have do to just to see that bold facade of yours fall...hm?

TW!|18+, Bullying, Smut, Stalking, Angst, Cursing, Death threats, Violence (physical, domestic), Assault, Sexual assault, Abuse( emotional, verbal, physical, psychological), Drug use, Drinking (underage), Depictions of Disordered eating, Depictions of panic attacks, Mental illness (depression, PTSD), Self-harm, and Unhealthy coping mechanisms.

DISCLAIMER!|This series is not a representation of the idols as individuals and is to not be taken seriously. If you’re uncomfortable with the content in the series or on my page, then feel free to click off at any moment.

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"Y/n, oh my gosh you need to hide right now!" Yuji came running up to you as soon as you arrived to your locker as she gave you a scared look. "Um, why do I have to hide Yuji?" You asked as you gave Yuji a confused look. All of a sudden you and Yuji heard girls squealing, which only meant one thing, ATEEZ had just arrived at the school.

"Y/n, you need to go hide right now! " Yuji begged as she shook your shoulders. "Yuji listen, I'm not scared of those assholes alright, I can handle myself okay." You tried to reassure Yuji. "Y/n no please I'm begging you, you are in danger, you need to hide." Yuji whined.

"Yuji, trust me I'm fine, I will be fine, and I'll always be fine okay, stop worrying." You really to convince Yuji, but she didn't seem so convinced by your words.

"Y/n, look around." Yuji ordered. You look around and see that some people who were in the hallway were looking at you with hatred and some with disgusted expressions.

"See Y/n, after you pissed off ATEEZ, everyone in this god forsaken school now hates you, next thing you know, it's gonna be the while damn town!" You blinked a couple of times completely taken back because of what Yuji said.

Everyone hating you wasn't something you were new to, you knew it, you just hated hearing the words said to you, it hurt the scared love-craving little girl inside of you, but you didn't want to show it.

"Yuji, being hated by is not new to me okay, you have nothing to worry about, now come on let's go everyone to class." You grabbed Yuji's arm as you two began walking to class with everyone's eyes fixed on you.

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You just finish writing notes in your notebook and decided to ask to go to the bathroom to kill time until lunch. "Uhm, Mr. Chan can I go to the bathroom please?" You asked as your raised hand. "Did you your notes, Ms. Choi, If you didn't finish your notes then you can't go."

"Yes, I just finished them." you said with an irritated tone. "Alright then, you can go" your teacher nodded "Thanks." You got up and walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. And as you were walking into the hallway you felt people watching you.

You turned around to see if anyone was there, but there was no one there. But, when you turned around you found yourself being surrounded by Yunho, Yeosang, Mingi, Wooyoung & Jongho. "My fucking god, what in the hell are you doing sneaking up on me like that, what the fuck do you idiots want?" You asked while crossing your arms.

"See, it's only been like 5 seconds and I already wanna punch her in her damn the mouth." Yunho spat while looking at you with disgust. "I would love to see you try, dumbass." You groaned while putting your hands on your hips. "The fuck did you just call me?" Yunho growled while walking up to you.

" My goodness, if you were fucking listening to me the first time, then maybe you wouldn't have asked me to repeat what I said." You grumbled rolling your eyes. "Grab this bitch." you were about to run until Jongho grabbed very tightly causing intense pain in your arm.

"Ow you dick, could you be a little more gentle please?" But calling Jongho a dick only cause him to hold you even tighter. "Where in the are you taking me anyway, Disney Land"? You asked with a mix of sass and sarcasm. "School basement so we can fuck you up". Yeosang snarled without looking at you.

"The fuck me up to do you mean like beat me to death or actually fu-" you teased "The first one now shut up." Yunho interrupted you. "Okay chill out bitch , I was just asking because if it was the case you could've at least given me a minute to get ready." "Why do you talk so fucking much"? Mingi groaned.

"Why do you think everyone in this school is scared of you" you argued "Because they are and you should be too if you wanna breathe for the rest of your life". Wooyoung sneered."I'm not scared so I guess I won't breathe for the rest of my life then" you joked "You'll be scared eventually, I promise you". Jongho reassured as smirked down at you.

"Yeah, I fucking doubt it, so you can just take back your promise". You cackled. "That's what you're saying now, but just wait" Yeosang then grabbed your chin and brought his face to yours making you look him in the eye "Just you wait." Yeosang chuckled. "Well good luck with that." You replied nonchalantly.

"We don't need luck baby, we know what were doing trust me." Wooyoung asserted. "We're gonna beat your ass down believe that, sooner and later you're gonna be crying and saying that you're sorry." Yunho smirked. "I doubt that, so don't try to raise your ego's by doing thinking that I will."

You rolled your eyes. "Trust me bitch, you will." Jongho growled. "You wish you dumb piece of shit" you nagged. "If you say so" Jongho replied while tightening his grip. "Jongho, the basement is down the hall and to your right, everyone is already waiting for us there." Yeosang reported.

You noticed that Jongho loosen his grip when listening to Mingi which gave you a chance to run, so you yanked your arm away and started running. You pushed the others out of the way so they wouldn't grab you. "Come on, let's grab her." Yunho roared as he and the others ran after you.

You ran as fast you could until you saw an empty dark classroom that you could run to, but as you were running to it you hear footsteps.

You turned only to see Jongho running towards you, so you ran into and tried to shut the door but Jongho got in before you could shut the door.

You tried to run around him and out the door but quickly close it came towards you, but when you tried to run away Jongho grabbed you and pushed you up against the wall.

"Let me go asshole." You whined while hitting his arms."Who in the hell do you think you are running from us huh?" Jongho grabbed by your shirt and holding you up against the wall. "Choi Y/N bitch now let me go" You yelled hitting Jongho's arms even harder. "Not a fucking chance" Jongho hissed "Everyone fucking hates you bitch." Jongho roared.

Your squirming came to halt when you heard the words that came out of Jongho's mouth."W-what did you just say?" You stuttered as you looked at Jongho trying to fight the tears that were forming in your eyes preparing to fall down your face.

Jongho on the other hand, notice right away and quickly smirked. "Awe poor baby, did I hurt your feelings." Jongho whispered as he leaned closer your right ear.

All you could was stare at him with tears in your eyes. Again you hated hearing those combinations of words said you, you hated them more since they were true.

Hearing those words coming out of the mouths of family members from both of your mothers side and your fathers side of the family, classmates, teachers, past school board officials gathered up in conference rooms with both you and your mother discussing your behavior and soon expulsion, not hesitating to say the words even though your mother is in the room.

Your father, The evil excuse of a man. The main source to your problems. The one who introduced you to those words and more. Those words that stuck with you your entire life, and will forever stick with you til the day you die. Everyone hates you.

"Hey, earth to bitch." Jongho's laughter brought you back to your senses as he snapped his fingers in your face."There she is, where did you go babygirl" Yunho chuckled teasingly "You left us for a second, did Jongho hurt your feelings little one, hm?" Yunho laughed as he walked up to and began playing with your hair.

"You know, it's a shame that you have such a pretty face." Yunho sighed. "Yeah, if you didn't act the way you do, hell I would have maybe considered going out with you." Wooyoung chimed. "Right with you Woo, kinda sad actually." Mingi added sucking his teeth.

As soon as Mingi finished his sentence, the rest of ATEEZ walking into the classroom you were being held captive in. "The hell is taking you guys so long, huh?" Hongjoong being the last one to enter walked in and immediately knew what was going on. "Oh poor thing, let me guess, you tried to run away and failed." Hongjoong pouted at you teasingly as he walked up to you and the rest of the boys.

You started squirming again, attempting to get out of Jongho's grip but again it was no use, Jongho was strong as hell even you hate to admit it. "Let me go you stupid son of a bitch!" You demanded. "After the choice of words you decided to use, no I don't think Jongho will do that now." Seonghwa replied sucking his teeth.

You started to get irritated and thought of the only way you could get Jongho to let go of you, but you had to be fast. You hastily swung your leg up as it connected with Jongho's crotch, immediately letting go of you Jongho fell to his knees and groaned in pain.

"You stupid little-." San roared as his tried to grab you, you swiftly dodged him grabbing a stapler off of the teacher's desk and swung, hitting San on the side of his head.

San winced in pain as he held his face with his hands. "Son of a bitch!" San shouted as rubbed his hand up against the side of his head, only to feel a staple and wetness running down his face. ATEEZ quickly coming to both Jongho's and San's aid gave you a chance to run as fast as you could out of the classroom.

You didn't turn to look behind you, only focusing on getting away from ATEEZ. You eventually made it to the bathroom and once you got in, you shut the door behind you.

Tears streaming down your face, you felt your own heartbeat through your ears, a painful sting in your chest that you couldn't even stop from the outside of your body by holding your hand up to your chest, it's as if you had just ran a marathon. Your mouth felt dry as if you had been in a left stranded in a desert for days, as for your throat in which felt like sandpaper.

You felt like you were being choked by an invisible force, it felt like air refused to come in and out of your body. Everything in your vision looked like as if you were looking through a fish-eyed lens, everything then look so blurry, you couldn't focus on anything even if you tried.

You began to shiver as chills ran throughout your body, as if you were outside in the winter without the proper gear to keep you warm, all you could do was hold yourself tightly in response. You felt tingles all over your body, pin and needles from head to toe.

You didn't notice that someone had walked into the bathroom. As you were trying to catch you breath, you heard the bathroom door open. "Y/n the teacher Is waiting for- Y/n what's wrong? What happened? Is everything okay?" Yuji asked while she runs up to you. You looked at Yuji and gave her a fake smile.

"Yea I'm fine just thought about something that's all " you replied with a smile still painted on your face. what happened? "Yuji squats down and outs her hands on your shoulder, while looking at you with a worried and slightly concerned face.

"Nothing Important, come on let's go to class I didn't have to pee anyway just wanted to walk around honestly." You answered obviously lying. "Something tells me that you are lying , but I'll believe you, for now" Yuji squinted her eyes at you.

"Yuji, I promise you I'm fine" you smiled at Yuji while laughing at her squinting her eyes at you. "Are you sure that you're "fine" Y/N? " Yuji questioned as she looked at you with a kind smile plastered on her face.

"Yes I'm fine" You reassured at Yuji. "Okay then, well let's get back to class before Mr. Chan sends another person out to get us next" Yuji giggles as she helps you up off the bathroom floor.

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"I can't believe he gave you detention for having a moment in the bathroom, that's so ridiculous fucking" Yuji complained. "I know, he could've at least show sympathy for me or something" You and Yuji walked into the cafeteria when everyone turned and look at you.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" You asked with a confused expression on your face. "The incident that happened yesterday with the boys remember?" Yuji replied. You looked over and saw people looking at you with hatred and other with disgust.

"Oh yeah that, well I'm hungry let's go in the line." You say setting your stuff down at a table in the back of the cafeteria. You and Yuji get into the lunch line to get your food, when you notice that everyone including the lunch ladies were staring at you and whispering.

"Let me guess the teachers and staff know about the Incident yesterday to huh?" You asked clearly annoyed. "Everyone does Y/n, no teachers or staff can help you either." Yuji responded. "Uhm, why is that?" You raised an eyebrow, "Y/n, everyone is so terrified of them and so no one intervenes In situations involving them and any student that crosses them. "

"Well that's messed up and stupid, people in this school are fucking babies." You and Yuji got your lunches and went to go sit down. "Y/n, everyone is staring at you" Yuji whispered. "I know, but honestly I couldn't care less, I got other things to not worry about."

You shrugged until the cafeteria went silent so you and Yuji looked and saw ATEEZ waking into the cafeteria. "Oh just fucking great." You exaggerated. "Woah what happened to San's face?" Yuji questioned.

"Oh nothing, I just bitch slapped him on the side of his head with a stapler." You giggled, smirking at Yuji who in returned looked at you with a horrified. "What, Are you crazy Y/n, why would you do that?" She loudly whispered while looking at you in a panic like state.

"Well, he tried to attacked me so I defended myself ." you shrugged while playing with your food and taking glances at the boys who also happen to be looking at you. "But enough with the unimportant shit, what are you doing after school? Because if you're not doing anything then maybe we could possibly hang out or something." You stared at Yuji waiting for an answer.

"Well actually I have dance practice on weekdays and weekends." Yuji answered while twirling her fork in her noodles. "Wait, you take dance classes?" your eyes widened as you looked at Yuji who then started giggling at you.

"Yea" Yuji giggled, "I've been dancing for year's actually, I meant to tell you this yesterday but I didn't get to because of well... you know." Yuji tilted her head slightly toward ATEEZ's direction. "Well, now I know and I also know why you bring a duffle bag to school now." you laughed.

"Yeah, after school I got straight to dance practice, you can come to watch me dance after school if you want." Yuji gave you a cheeky smile "You can ride with me there, after my dance practice, we can go to the mall or something." Yuji looked at you with excitement.

"Of course, I'll come, Yuji, I wanna see what moves you can do." you smiled at Yuji. "Oh trust me, I can do a lot," Yuji replied giving you a sly smile. You and Yuji laughed, but you slowly stopped when you felt ATEEZ looking at you again.

I mean you weren't scared or anything but you just felt uncomfortable with all of them glaring at you while you were trying to converse to Yuji. So you decided to do something stupid and risky considering your current situation between you and them.

You thought that since you weren't gonna eat your food anyway, you thought that maybe they might... want it, if you know what I mean. I know right, too risky, but you were an unstoppable risk taker and badass, so why not do something that could... No... will get you in even more trouble with them.

You took your milk carton and poured in your rice and then grabbed your fruit and poured that in after, then mixed it until it looked like straight-up puke. While you were doing so, Yuji was watching the whole process while wondering what suspicious acts you were up to this time.

You looked at Yuji who then looked at you and you gave her a wink and picked up the disgusting combination mess you've made and slowly walking to the table where the groups were all sitting at.

Realization hit Yuji one she quickly figured out what you were doing and fearfully watched as you started your leaning arm back, getting ready to throw that abomination your created on your lunch tray at ATEEZ.

Yuji, who was trying protect you, attempted to run up and stop you, hoping to save you from a potential beat down but it was already too late, you threw your beautiful art work directly at ATEEZ.

Everyone in the cafeteria looked at you in surprise considering what you had done. And Yuji looked at you with so much worry but the only thing she could do for you was to say..."Y/n... run...now... GO!"

You looked at Yuji then back at ATEEZ who were now speed walking towards you, So you then took off running into the hallway which caused them to then start running after you. You ran in the hallway turning corners and sharp turns while looking for a room to hide out in.

You then notice the gym ahead of you and began running towards the doors, opening them and running inside. You were greeted by the dim lights and a huge space...Well, not that empty considering that there were bleachers at every corner of the gym.

You heard the gym doors burst open followed by multiple loud footsteps. The boys all started sprinting towards you causing you to run to the girl's locker room, but just your luck...you were grabbed by Hongjoong and Seonghwa, and then you were picked up and carried in forcefully into a huge gym storage closet.

"Put me down assholes!" you shouted at Jongho while hitting his back. " Shut up." Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa shouted in unison. They put you down and pushed you to the floor causing you to hit your butt on the hard floor. The groups all hovered over you with angry faces and your art project on their clothes and faces.

"Hey, I like the designs on your clothes, who did it?" you chuckled. " You think this is fucking funny?" Hongjoong growled while walking up to you angrily. "Yes, yes I do think this is funny." You nodding, smiling stupidly at the boys. San walked up to you and grabbed you by your shirt, pulling you towards him. "I'll show you what's funny bitch" San said angrily and rises his fist and punched you straight in the face.

You fell back on the ground holding your face while watching as the was blood dripping from your mouth."Goddammit, I wasn't ready asshole!" you yelped as you tried to wipe the wine colored liquid from your mouth. "Awe, well then you can be ready for this one then." Wooyoung hissed as he instantly walked up to you.

He was about to punch you; when suddenly you had a chance to stop him. So, you kicked him in his chest and with that he grunted in pain as he fell down on the floor holding his hands up onto his chest while also trying to breath; that gave you time to get up and run out of the gym.

"You guys go get her, I got Woo." Yeosang shouted while kneeling down next to Wooyoung instructing him to breathe slowly in order to get the air fully into his lungs. You ran as you heard Hongjoong shouting. "San, Yunho and Mingi you guys go this way okay? The rest of us will go the other way!"

You were running through the halls trying to find a room the hide in when you saw Ateez coming down the hall you were in. You quickly ran into a huge empty classroom and attempted to shut the door, Ateez busted in knocked you back up against a huge desk in the front of the classroom.

Ateez moves from in front of the door the let Ateez in. "Gotcha bitch." Yeosang walks up to you and tried to grab you push him back using all of your strength.

Luckily for you, it was a good amount because Yeosang went stumbling backward eventually falling and hitting his head on the edge of the huge desk. Jongho walked in and saw Yeosang struggling to get back on his feet as blood trickled down from his forehead.

"You dumb fucking bitch" Jongho gently helped Yeosang up before quickly walked up to you, but before you could attempt to defend yourself, the rest of ATEEZ came in the room.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong grabbed and held you in place while Jeno threw his first two punches at you stomach then at your face. You fell on the floor hard causing you to yelp in pain. Jongho then walked up to you and started kicking you in your stomach multiple times.

Every kick was also a lack of air you received into your lungs. You mouth hung open but no air came in or out, the only thing that came out of your mouth was blood.

Your eyes widened at the sight. You remembered. You hated it. You didn't want to remember It again. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop it. Your body went numb, you're trying to catch your breath, but everything at that this very moment was in slow motion. But everything had soon gone back to its regular pace when you felt a pair of hands gripping at your hair proceeding to yank your head up to face who ever wanted your attention.

"I hope you learn your lesson you little bitch" San stared straight into your eyes which hatred and satisfaction as he watched blood ooze from your face. "Hey San" you looked at him then chuckled "Eat shit asshole" your bloody mouth then formed a smirk. San looked at you with shock and anger, they all did.

They wondering how could you stay so calm after what they had done. How are you not begging for mercy or crying in agony? Seonghwa then grabbed you, lifted you up, and pinned up against the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong you huh? What in the fuck is your problem?" Seonghwa looked straight into your eyes. He was furious, you hurt one of his younger and disrespect his friends, his family, but you couldn't care less.

You gave a sly smirk to Seonghwa "Like I said, it's gonna take a lot more than a couple of ass whoopings to get me to kneel down to bow to you dumb fucks" you laughed "But if you idiot are willing to go so low to get me there you motherfuckers must really love having power over people huh? " you continued to laugh as you pushed out of Seonghwa's grip.

"You all can beat me up, break all my limbs ,or even murder me, but at the end of the day, I won't bow down to you, I won't giving the fucking satisfaction you fuckers deeply crave. So, you can do as you please with me but know this... I don't give a fuck!" You start to laugh uncontrollably.

"And yes I might've cried because of what that muscular bear said earlier back in that classroom but guess what-" you clasped you hands together" I still doesn't change that fact that I just don't give a fuck." You chuckled.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and washed my face, can't wait to see what you guys do to me next" you turn around about to walked out the door before turning around again to say one last thing.

"I'll be waiting" you winked and ATEEZ in the classroom.They boys looked at each other in amusement as you walked out the door and down the hall.

"Man she's hot." Mingi chuckled as he licked his lips thinking about what just happened, and in return receiving glares from his friends. "Look at me like that all you want, you're all thinking the exact same thing." Mingi teased while looking back at his friend who were now smiling at each other, silently admitting that they thought the same.

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You were sitting in an empty classroom serving your detention, playing with your jacket strings when suddenly you heard the classroom door open. You thought it was the teacher so you turned around, but when you did , you were greeted by someone totally different.

"Aish, what the hell do you want?" You rolled your eyes at the sight of Hongjoong entering the classroom." Just shut the hell up and just my questions, I don't have time for your shit right now." Hongjoong came and sat on your desk, his eyes refusing to leave yours.

"What questions are you about to ask me idiot because I'm really not in the mood" you slouched in your chair and staring out the window. Hongjoong sighed and you then heard a click, so looked and saw a pocket knife in Hongjoong's hands.

"Ahhh, oh my god don't kill me please." You sarcastically replied slightly waving your arms. "Just shut up and answer my damn questions." he demanded while pointing the knife at you.

"Is that supposed to scare m-" Hongjoong cut your sentence by grabbing you by the shirt and holding the knife at your neck. "Shut. Up. Now." His face was now closer to yours " Now, first question, who is your father?" You quickly turned your head in response to Hongjoong's question.

"Wouldn't you like to fucking know?" You chuckled. "What is your goddamn name?" Hongjoong looked at you slightly annoyed. "Choi Jaewun, why?" you looked at him irritated. "Well, a little birdy told me that he's in jail, well... was in jail, he's out now, did you know that sweetheart?" You looked up at Hongjoong who instantly began smirking.

"Oh, you didn't know? Yeah, he's out now." You looked away from Hongjoong, but he grabbed your chin making you look at him again. "Aren't you happy? You get to see your dad again, I bet he's gonna be really happy to see you, don't you think?" In an attempt to snatch your face away from Hongjoong, he then gripped your neck firmly bring you close to his face, leaving no space between the two of you.

"Stop snatching away from me." Hongjoong gritted teeth. He stared at you for a moment, admiring your features. He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. In return you did the same, admiring his long eyelashes, mysterious dark brown eyes, his pointed nose, and his small plump lips, it's a shame he's such an asshole.

"You know, that little show you put on earlier in that empty classroom was quite entertaining." Hongjoong admitted as he admired your busted lip. Gently rubbing his thumb across your lips, looking repeatedly at your eyes and lips. "The fuck are you looking at?" You spat, "A bitch." Hongjoong responded still looking at your lips.

Hongjoong let his urges get the best of him, there was just something about you. He despised you, yet he couldn't help but wonder what your lips would feel like on his. Hongjoong grabbed your face, roughly connecting his lips to yours, you pulled your face away staring at him surprised.

Hongjoong, obviously not ashamed, smirked at you, " What's wrong love, you surprised?" He tilted his head, as he giggled sinisterly at your face. "You know, the boys and I were talking about you earlier and-" Hongjoong wasn't able to finish his sentence because you cut him off.

"Yeah that's great or whatever, are you done?" Hongjoong a little taken back from your words began to chuckle as he let you go and stepping back and looking at you. "Oh how fun it's gonna be watching you and your father have a nice little family reunion" Hongjoong signed with an evil grin on his face.

"Well that seems nice, let me know when you find him then." You sarcastically smile then start playing with your jacket strings again. Meanwhile Hongjoong was looking at you with shock. "Are you gonna leave or are you just gonna keep looking me like some stupid little five year old?" You looked up at him whilst still playing with your jacket strings.

Hongjoong scoffed and came close to your ear. "Oh Y/n." He then whispers in your ear, "You have no fucking idea what you're getting yourself into, baby." He moves away from your ear and stands up from off the desk then proceeds to walk to the door, but then stops in his tracks.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you suffer Y/n." he winks at you, about to walk out of the classroom until you responded to his words. "Me too." you replied looking at Hongjoong with a small smile, he stared at you for a moment before chuckling and leaving you alone in the classroom.

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Detention is over, and school now is closed for the day. You walked out of the school getting ready to head home. It hasn't even been 5 minutes yet, but you felt like you were being watched. You felt multiple eyes on you, and you knew exactly whose they were, so you stop in your tracks.

"So, you guys are watching me walk home now, it's giving very much stalker?" you turned only to see ATEEZ who were walking now all standing behind you, staring at you with smirks plastered on their faces. "We just wanna make sure you got home safely." Seonghwa paused for a moment, "For your protection, you know."

Seonghwa smiled innocently, but you knew it was bullshit. "Oh really, and what might you all be so eager to protect me from huh?" you looked at the boys clearly with a sarcastic . "Oh now Y/n, you and I both know that the world is a dangerous place."

San smiled, "You never know a person could just grab you, pull you into a back alley or an abandoned building and just beat you to death." You saw the shift in San's demeanor, if the darkness in his eyes weren't there before, it's sure was there now.

"Oh, alrighty then." You smiled sarcastically, rolling your eyes you turned back around to continue walking again until you heard foot steps behind you. You felt someone grab you and push you up against the wall, you looked up and saw that it was Seonghwa, looking down at you with disgust.

"Dammit, why do you motherfuckers keep pushing me up against walls?" you look at them in annoyance. "Because, it's fun looking at you all weak and defenseless that's why." Yeosang smiled stupidly while squeezing your cheeks with his hands, which gave you a chance to bite him, "Ah, you fucking bitch" Yeosang hollered as he fanned his hand around in pain.

"Keep your nasty little sausage fingers outta my face asshole." You demanded, "Listen bitch, you keep running your mouth like that, it's gonna get you fucked up you little b-" you cut off Yunho in his sentence, "Oh for crying out loud, you guys say that shit, but then you don't do a damn thing about it.

So far all you did was chase me around the school like a bunch of animals, and then when you caught me , all you did punch me a couple of times, threaten me, and left." You chuckled, "Like come on, you guys are pathetic."

"Guys, she's right" Wooyoung sucked his teeth. The read of ATEEZ looked at him with both shock and confusion written on their faces. "We've been going to easy on her guys, we gave her couple of punch to the face and she still won't learn, I say we do more." Wooyoung smiled at the groups who finally understood what he meant.

Agreed , I want this bitch to see what it feels like to have something be smacked up against her head, but instead of a stapler, I want it to be with a brick" San stares you down. "Ah Im so scared" you sarcastically. "Look whatever you're gonna make it quick alright I really don't wanna be here with you guys anymore" you replied blankly.

" We want everyone to see what happens when you constantly fuck with us, including your little friend, Yuji." he chuckled. " Yea, well I mean she did try to warn you, but you just didn't listen, did you?" Wooyoung shook his head at you then chuckled. " Well, I'm not the type to listen to a persons warnings, mkay?" You sassed. "I don't care about the consequences."

You laughed while shrugging your shoulders. San then walked up to you, placing his hand on your chin, making you look up at him. "If only you knew what that mouth of yours can get you into." San smirked while shaking his head, you on the other yanked your chin away from San's grip.

" Oh my goodness, I honestly don't care, at this point in my life, I honestly don't care if I live or die." You shrugged, " So, hurt me all you want I don't care, you can beat me up, torture me, I mean shit you guys can even kill me if that's what you want, do whatever I couldn't care less." Hongjoong raised his eyebrows at you and grinned.

"Now again I say, let me go, so I can go home a sleep." You ordered. "You're a little fucked up in the head aren't you." Hongjoong replied walking up to you. Hongjoong did a shoo-ing hand motion toward Seonghwa, letting him know to step away, Seonghwa nodded in response and walked over to the rest of Ateez.

"Fuck you." sweetheart." Hongjoong chuckled, "But you pushed me away and the only thing I managed to get was a kiss, it's a shame." Hongjoong moved away from your ear and was now looking into your eyes, "You would've had the best time of your life in there with me." And with that Hongjoong winked and moving away from your face.

They all looked at you skeptically as they think about what you just said. But then they all look at each other, then nodded and signaled Seonghwa unpinned you from the wall.

Seonghwa hesitated but then sighed as he began unpinning you, huffing in irritation clearly upset that he didn't get to do anything to you as San put his arm around his shoulder.

"So with that being, since you don't care what we do to you, I guess all we can say before we let you go is..." Hongjoong came close to your face and said, "Good luck, little one." he looked at you with a smirk on his face.

"You're the little one." You then stuck out your tongue and spit at him cause some spit to get on Hongjoong's face. Hongjoong took deep breath before charging at you until Seonghwa stopped him midway. "Calm down and wait til tomorrow, she'll get what she deserves" Seonghwa eyed you up and down.

Seonghwa then signaled Hongjoong to walk away from you, but while Seonghwa began walking away, you noticed that Hongjoong was standing still in front of you, eyeing you up and down before he chuckled and proceeded go back to his group. And you watch as ATEEZ and began walking away fading into the darkness of the street in front of you." Assholes" you mumbled as you turned around and began walking home.

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You got dress after you got out of the shower and began climbing onto your bed when you got a phone call from Yuji.

You: "Hey Yuji, wassup."

Yuji: "OMG Y/n are you alright, I saw what happened to you.

Y/N: "Wait how did you see what happened to me."

Yuji: "Some guy recorded it and posted it, he also sent it to everyone in the school."

You: "Of course he did, but yeah I'm good, I guess."

Yuji: " Y/n seriously I think you should just leave them be or apologize because I'm getting really worried for you and I really don't wanna see you get hurt."

You: " Yuji, chill out I'm fine okay I don't care about what they do to me."

Yuji: "Well, I do and I really want you to see that."

You: " Yuji, you're really over reacting about this whole situation."

Yuji: " Overreacting, I care about you Y/n and I don't want to see you get hurt by them anymore."

You: " How could you possibly care for me Yuji? You've only known me for two whole straight days, it just doesn't make sense to me."

Yuji: " Y/n I think you need to realize that there are people who care about you, like your mom, me, and your family."

You: "My family doesn't give a damn about me, my mom honestly just tolerates me, you're just in my life temporarily here."

Yuji: "Temporarily, What is that supposed to mean?"

You: " Well, yeah. I mean who would honestly want to be friends with me, huh?"

Yuji: " Me, I would want to be friends with you. Do you not think that anyone would wont to?"

You: " Yeah actually, everyone fucking hates me Yuji. Why do you even want to be friends with me huh?"

Yuji: "Because Y/n, you're a cool person. When I saw you, your hair, and your style, I immediately thought, holy shit, this girl looks badass as fuck, I need to be friends with her."

You: " Yuji you don't know what you're talking about and you're making a fool of yourself for hanging out with me and wanting to be friends with me?"

Yuji: "Well, then I guess I'll be a fool."

You: " Yuji, you can be serious right now, Ugh whatever, something tells me that you're not gonna let up that easily so, are you sure you wanna be friends with me?"

Yuji: "Yeah, dude I wanna be friends with you Y/n, look, you need to be more positive, okay? Everyone is not gonna hate you, unless you make them, and well, I guess you kinda already did that."

You: " Ha, yeah I kinda did, huh? Well, Mingi was being a jerk and clearly scared the kid to death."

Yuji: "Yeah I know, but what about when you trash talked them yesterday, hit one of them today with a stapler, and then threw food on all of them during lunch, huh?"

You: "Yeah okay, I guess that was all my doing. But, anyways it's to late to turn back now so, might as well just along with whatever is gonna happen to me for the school year anyways."

Yuji: "But, Y/n you-."

You: "Yuji, I'll be fine trust me alright. I'm not scared okay, i got this, i'm ready."

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[the-way-astray]

seriously don't understand what you all find so fascinating about alvar and keefe's relationship like at all

first of all, alvar shows little to no remorse for his actions, so no, he has not gotten a redemption arc. he's still the same shitty guy as he always was, it's just that he likes pancakes now. a redemption arc isn't defined by the victims forgiving the perpetrator, sure, but the perpetrator has to actually, like, feel genuine remorse for their actions and do something to atone for it and show they've changed. none of which apply to alvar. alvar's arc is in no way shape or form a redemption arc. like stop calling it that it's objectively not true. every time i hear people refer to alvar's "arc" as a redemption arc i want to tear my hair out. as a redemption arc enjoyer this hurts my soul

keefe also does not feel guilty for hanging out with him at all, evidenced by, well, him not feeling guilty about it at all and also the fact that he thinks fitz is somehow in the wrong for not giving alvar another chance. if he truly felt bad for hanging around alvar, he would understand fitz's anger at least a little. also despite the fact that alvar freely admits he feels little to no regret for his actions and gives keefe no real proof he's changed, keefe leaves his hotel and credit card and whatnot to alvar and lets him off the hook entirely by the end. once again saying that's not just the mark of someone who's forgiven alvar, but also someone who trusts alvar, despite him having done nothing to earn that trust. fantastic

and are we going to ignore the fact that alvar and keefe spent most of unraveled entirely ignoring the fact that alvar helped kidnapped the girl keefe is supposedly over the moon for or . . . ? this is something they never talk about not once. same goes for everything else shitty alvar did. keefe and alvar just . . . conveniently sidestep those conversations entirely. we don't have a proper understanding for exactly what alvar's thought process was when he did those things because keefe never becomes uncomfortable enough around alvar's presence to ask those hard questions and get those hard answers. alvar never talks about it because he's a happy go-lucky guy that just wants to hop around the globe and eat various kinds of pancakes now!!!! nothing he did before this matters!!!! or at least that's the way unraveled treats it. it's never brought up for longer than a few seconds. certainly keefe and alvar never dig into the depths of what that means. and think about this: keefe and alvar don't even have the same view of alvar's parents. keefe likes alden and della, or at least just della, whereas alvar (for some fucking reason) thinks they hate him and want him dead because he's an oldest child that's over a decade older than his siblings even though they love him just as much as their other kids. you'd think they would at least, at least, talk about this right? you'd think they'd come to some understanding about how they view alden and della, parental figures they both shared right? especially since it is brought up in legacy!!!! you'd think if their relationship had anything to it besides alvar teasing keefe for a spider falling into his hair they would fucking talk about this and come to some understanding of each other right? right????

not only is there no depth to this relationship, there's also no layers to it either. in canon there's not a single callback or flashback to a memory or incident that took place before keefe knew alvar was a traitor that could deepen their dynamic. saying keefe and alvar went back to their pre-betrayal dynamic in unraveled is a ridiculous statement seeing as how we don't actually know what their pre-betrayal relationship was like. honestly it sounds like alvar and keefe never hung out one-on-one at all, and that alvar was just someone keefe admired from afar. less close brotherly bond, more starstruck-idolizing kind of thing. if you get what i'm saying. that's how it always read to me, especially since alvar was never around much at all. and you don't have evidence to prove me wrong because we don't actually know what they were like pre-betrayal. it is never brought up ever. you'd think that if they'd had a pre-betrayal dynamic, it would be referenced right? like how alvar jokes about how itchy the neverseen cloaks are, referencing their time together when keefe was with the neverseen? like a simple "hey, keefe, remember when [something that occurred pre-betrayal between alvar and keefe] happened? that was so silly right?" would've at least proven that they had some form of a close relationship pre-betrayal. there's nothing like that in unraveled. once again saying that while it's stated that keefe looked up to alvar, it's never stated that they had any sort of close relationship. you are making this up and pretending it's canon!!!! it's not true!!!! in fact the evidence is against it!!!!

so to summarize. keefe doesn't feel guilty about hanging out with someone that traumatized his crush/girlfriend and did several other shitty things even though he shows little to no remorse (in canon). alvar has not actually done shit to redeem himself, nor does he particularly regret much of what he did (in canon). keefe and alvar do not have any hard conversations that could plausibly make keefe understand alvar more, or vice versa (in canon). keefe and alvar did not have a close pre-betrayal dynamic at all, keefe simply idolized alvar (in canon). like yes i can see the potential for this being interesting but like. that's quite literally where it ends. canon is not living up to this potential whatsoever. like you are making a dynamic up completely and pretending that's what's going on in canon when it is not . . . like don't get me wrong i understand the inclination (it's what i do with gethen since canon gethen is . . . lacking . . . ) but you cannot take your made up lore about keefe and alvar, bring it to a serious discussion about them, pretend it's what's shown in canon when it's not, and act like it makes their canon dynamic interesting, especially when canon directly contradicts your interpretation

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Your Vampire: Chapter Eight

He Loves, She Loves

(Max Phillips x f!reader)

Words: 1, 310

Summary: going back to work after such a wonderful weekend may prove harder than you thought

Warnings: saucysuggestions, the worst ex in the world, mild swearing, no y/n, reader has nickname Garland, Max being a lovable menace

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“Sure you don’t want to just take the week off?”

“Oh no, we missed one day which means I have a lot to catch up on. And we’re already in the car.”

“We could just have sex in the car and…”

You stared at Max, “We are going to work.”

“You know, you’re sexy when you’re bossy,” he leaned in, but you stopped him.

“Max, no.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The two of you were a little late getting into the office. You discovered Max was rather amorous upon waking so resisting his exquisite ministrations proved difficult. It was nice being woken up with kisses for a change. Max also turned out to be quite the cuddler. It could be something to do with his cold, undead body seeking the warmth of your warm, definitely-not-dead body.

As you always arrived together, even though you were holding hands, no one suspected the change in relationship.

“Max, you don’t mind,” you gestured down to your held hands, “this do you?”

He stopped and said very seriously, “You’re the love of my life, my soulmate, the woman I want to spend the rest of eternity with. I do not mind holding your hand.”

“Okay, just checking,” you smiled. “We can’t use cute nicknames around the office though.”

Aw,” he pouted. “But I wanted to annoy everyone with how in love we are!”

Going back to your separate work after being together all weekend felt odd. It felt lonely. You decided to look for an excuse to see him in his office. As soon as you poked your head through the door, you were immediately pulled through into Max’s office.

“I have a question about the-” you were cut off by his lips pressing into yours.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Well, I was going to ask about the-” but again, he cut you off with a kiss. “Max, I have important business with you.”

“And I have very important business with you,” he tried to nuzzle at your neck, but you pushed him away.

“Max,” you said to his pouting face. “I think we should keep things professional while we’re at work.”

“And I think I should bend you over my desk and have my wicked way with you.”

“I think we need to go over the rules again.”

“I hope to go over them with you seriously,” he raised his eyebrows.

“It’s a little early, isn’t it?”

“You didn’t think it was too early when you woke up with my head buried between your legs and giving you your third orgasm.”

“That was nice, better than my alarm clock.”

“I volunteer to be your alarm clock from now on.”

“Wait, aren’t there cameras?’

“Not in this office.”

You playfully tried to resist his further advances while letting his hands wander around your body.

It was at this moment Jacob decided to walk into the office without knocking. You tried to break apart from Max, but he held you firmly by the waist.

“Oh,” said Jacob with the most obnoxious tone. “I thought banging wasn’t allowed.”

“Oh, there’s no banging…yet. And you’re one to talk.”

You left his grasp, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

“You complete me!” said Max after you.

As you started to leave the office, you tried to avoid the glare of Jacob. Max solved this by firmly grabbing him by the shoulder.

“So, I hear you’re unsatisfactory in bed. Not to brag, but I can make her scream my name with my tongue alone so imagine what I can do with my-”

“Max, no,” you warned.

“Yes ma’am.”

Retreating back to your office, you found plenty of work to get on with. You didn’t get through much when the door slammed open and Jacob stormed in.

“Max Phillips? Of all people?”

“Why do you care who I sleep with?” he looked like he was going to respond with something snarky, so you continued. “You cheat on me while I’m sick and then dump me when I get sick, so you have no right to criticise me.”

“You can’t talk to me like that.” This was a tactic he always used on you, but you were tired of this behaviour.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said with sarcasm. “I’m sorry I’ve bruised your ego. I’m sorry you’re such a self-centred asshole that you decide to cheat on my while I’m sick.”

“Well,” he retorted. “You were distant, you wanted nothing to do with me. You were too busy to give me time.”

“Too busy? I was sick! I was busy going to doctors to find out why I was sick so sorry for not giving you some attention,” he was going to give some excuse, but you cut him off. “All I’ve done is support you. I made sure you passed every exam; I made your resume look good to get the best job. But as soon as I needed help, you abandoned me. It’s taken me this long to realise that you are a gigantic douchebag.”

This speech gave you some confidence, but now looking at the fury in his face, you were afraid. Thankfully, Max came in to save you from this monster.

“Hey J-man. I hope you’re not slacking. You still have that presentation coming up.”

Jacob attempted a stare down but had nothing on Max. He smacked Jacob on the shoulder. “There’s a good boy.”

“Whatever gets me closer to my promotion,” he tried to sound tough. “Good luck getting on the waitlist, they have strict requirements,” he walked away with unearned confidence.

“Oh, his ignorance is almost adorable,” he noticed you were trying not to shake. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

He gently lifted your head with his finger, “Remember, I love you. And if he ever thinks of laying a hand on you I’ll…”

He was interrupted by a scream coming from the secretary desk. Cidnee had pushed away whatever was in front of her and rushed off to the bathroom.

“Did you add something to your sandwich?” asked Max.

“Chilli flakes,” he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Seriously, she needs to stop eating my food.”

“I love your approach. And I love you. I’m taking you out for lunch and then later, I’m eating you out.”

“That part will have to wait until we get home.”

“You sure you don’t want to take today off?”

“Go, get back to work.”

“You’re sexy when you’re bossy.”

“Max, no.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You held Max’s hand as you made your way to the car. The both of you were looking forward to the weekend. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jacob leaning against the wall. He struggled to make his way over to you. You knew he had gotten back into day drinking.

“Look at the two freaks,” he slurred, putting away his hip flask.

Max put himself between you and Jacob. “I could make a joke about only being freaks in the sheets, but you wouldn’t get it.”

Jacob just stared in drunken confusion so the two of you continued to the car.

“I hope you enjoy her worthless barren body,” he called after you.

Before you knew it, Jacob was up against the wall being held up by Max, his face twisted into monstrous anger.

“You take that back!”

“Max, please,” you put your hand on his arm.

He closed his eyes, took a breath and reluctantly let Jacob go.

“You’re not worth the paperwork,” he said to a quivering Jacob.

You gently took his hand and led him back to the car. He sat for a moment before saying anything.

“Are you okay?” he asked, holding your face in his hand.

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. What about you?”

“I wanted to punch him in the face, but he pissed his pants.”

“Good. So can we go home and cuddle?”

“Absolutely.”

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[sadgirlglimmeringdarling]

I'm going to try and write this in a way that I don't sound like a cold hearted monster towards Sky, because at the end of the day, I love her and I love her music.

Sky should point blank stop telling people when she is going to release stuff. Every single time she says she's going to release this or release that, on a certain day, month or time - it never happens.

She should just pull a Fiona Apple. Announce a release a week ahead when she is 100% sure and then go ahead and release it.

Mind you, Fiona isn't on social media. It's her roommate who announces Fiona's updates and new album releases.

Fiona doesn't talk to the media until after the album is released.

Fiona isn't going around telling anyone anything is coming out until she is 100,000 % sure it's coming out.

Fiona also happens to release albums once every 10 years.

By Sky putting dates or speaking about things being released at certain particular times, she is putting a certain timeline that fans, stans and critics are counting on for that particular thing to be released.

You would think she would have learned this already since Night Time My Time. How many times was the date for that album changed? Many times. How many times has she said Masochism was going to be out soon? Many times.

As for the Leash music video, I already knew by week one of December 2024 that it wasn't happening. I won't name my source, but it's someone I know from A24 who actually told me. He works for that film company. He said that as soon as Babygirl was getting bad reviews and panned by the critics, they knew there would be no music video.

Then Leash and Babygirl wasn't nominated for anything, so that also confirmed everything for A24 too.

I watched Babygirl. As a Nicole Kidman fan, it's one of Nicole's worst movie. The best thing about the movie is the song Leash. That's pretty much it.

Blaming the fires? Seriously - It's a great excuse. I would have said the same. The fires had nothing to do with Sky's video not being made. The bad reviews and having no nominations was the real factor here.

However, I understand why Sky lied. She has to be diplomatic and the last thing she wants to do is piss off A24 since they paid for the studio time, the producer and the mix/mastering to create Leash.

The new single isn't coming out anytime soon in my opinion. I don't see that happening for months or even maybe next year.

As for music videos, Suki Waterhouse recorded her entire music video for Dream Woman by camcorder with her sister. Her sister also edited it. Budget = $0.00

Lana Del Rey's sister filmed several of Lana's music videos over the years. Chuck (Lana's sister) films it with her phone. Then Lana edits it on her laptop. Budget = $0.00

Then there's the Summer Wine music video that Lana filmed all by her own self with her own phone and she used the Grain Damage Analogue Video filter app on her phone to give the video that 1960's vintage look. She edited the video on her own laptop. Budget = $0.00.

She did the same for her Video Games music video. Budget = $0.00

I could go on with Lana and Suki videos but you get my driff.

You can also look up many many other independent artists in rock, country and pop who also film there own videos whether by phone or camcorder. Trust me, the budget isn't so big if you know what you're doing or how you're doing it.

Sky doesn't know how to make a music video on her own. I'm amazed after all these years, she never bothered to learn how to do that. It's really not that hard. She instead always battled Capitol to film her videos, costing Capitol thousands to make a simple video like Everything Is Embarrassing.

Do you know what the budget for the music video for Everything Is Embarrassing was? $0.00. Capitol had to pay the director Grant Singer thousands of dollars to literally follow Sky all over Los Angeles to film that music video. A video that was a $0.00 budget because it was just Sky and the streets of Los Angeles being filmed. Capitol had to literally pay Grant thousands of dollars for a $0.00 costing video, which is absolutely insane. Sky could have easily filmed that video all by herself with her phone and edited it herself. The video looks like it was filmed on a phone, which I think was the aesthetic Sky was looking for. The other videos Grant directed for Sky had budgets in the thousands, which was paid for by Capitol.

So all this gibberish talk that rich people are the only ones who can create a music video by phone is BS. There is the low budget phone music videos done by Suki and Lana. There are the high budget phone music videos done by Lady Gaga.

And if you have the time, Google all the other indie artists who have created their music videos by phone with a zero budget.

Again, Sky has no idea how to do any of this on her own - but if she wants to be an independent artist, she needs to learn how to do it on her own.

This is not me attacking Sky. As I said earlier, I support her 100%. Love her music. The wait for Leash was worth it. But this is my opinion.

However, stans need to stop babying Sky. Some of you are jumping on people who have differing opinions and asking honest questions.

It's not cool that Free Sky Ferreira and _night_time_my_time_ on IG copied/pasted @bellafemme tumblr post onto their IG Stories. Now @bellafemme is being attacked in her inbox. People just sending her nasty messages. @bellafemme had to delete her post.

@bellafemme has always supported the Free Sky movement as well as myself. There was no need to attack her on IG for having questions and having a different opinion. I'm not trying to start drama here, but I think that was totally not cool.

Sky will release whatever she needs to release when she's ready. By her own admission, she is very OCD when it comes to her music. She will do 100 takes on a song alone until she likes it. Same with her music videos.

I truly hope Sky remains quite when it comes to her future releases. Not announcing any of them until she is 100% sure they will be released on time. This will also stop people from attacking her. Right now X and Lanaboards is having a field day because both the Leash music video and the new single never came out.

I also hope she takes the time to learn to make her own music videos/edit them like other indie artists.

At the end of the day, she could just choose to release music with no music videos like Beyoncé did for her last two albums.

[riecoeur]

eat.

pairing — athlete!lee chanyoung x fem!reader warnings — aged up, lowercase, just fluff and cute lee chanyoung part of — my gold metal husband

📌 any feedback are appreciated, i’d love to know what you think of my first mini-series, send ask → 💌🦕🩵 !

if there’s one thing you’re sure you can never beat chanyoung at, wll besides his swimming, of course it’s eating.

back when you first got married, you had this grand delusion that you could whip up delicious, nutritious meals to take care of your husband, like all the other wives of athletes who constantly need to stay in peak condition.

but you were wrong. so wrong, so so wrong

wrong to the point where you started doubting what people call the power of love.

because love might fill your heart, but it sure as hell can’t fill lee chanyoung’s bottomless stomach.

oh, don’t get it twisted, you’re thrilled your husband eats well and sleeps soundly. it’s just that his appetite caught you off guard.

like clockwork, every morning you wake up early to prep breakfast. you’ve calculated everything down to a science, measuring out portions for perfect nutrition: two bowls of rice, a piece of pan-seared salmon, rolled omelets, a plate of kimchi, and miso soup.

a flawless breakfast, right?

but the second you finish setting the table, chanyoung pops up at the kitchen door, eyes sparkling like a kid spotting candy, hair still messy, oversized tee hanging loose, gazing at you with this hopeful look.

“babe, i’m starving.”

you laugh, setting a bowl of rice in front of him.

“eat up, i’ve got it all ready for you.”

chanyoung doesn’t need to be told twice. he grabs his chopsticks, pops a piece of egg in his mouth, and closes his eyes, savoring it.

one second.

two seconds.

then he opens his eyes, looks at you, and with this dead-serious expression, says,

“jagi-ah.”

you raise an eyebrow. “hm, chanyoung ah?”

“i love you so much.”

you snort.

“one bite of egg and you’re already this moved?”

“no, i mean… i love you because you cook so well. but…”

chanyoung hesitates, glancing at the table, then back at you, lips pressed together like he’s wrestling with whether to say it or not. finally, he sets his chopsticks down and grabs your hand.

“but… is this gonna be enough for me?”

you glance at the spread, half of it’s already gone in under five minutes. and that’s when it hits you, your massive miscalculation.

you forgot your husband isn’t a normal guy.

he’s a swimmer, burning thousands of calories a day. for you, a meal like this would keep you full till lunch, but for chanyoung? this is probably just… a warm-up.

“not enough, huh?” you sigh, half-amused, half-sympathetic.

chanyoung nods, eyes all big and shiny.

“i’ve already eaten so little, though.”

you stare at his third bowl of rice, scraped clean, not a grain left. you eye the giant piece of salmon he polished off in two bites. then you look at your husband, putting on this pitiful act like he’s still starving.

shaking your head, you laugh at how adorable he is and get up to fetch more rice.

“hang on, i’ll cook some more.”

and just like that, your fifteen-minute breakfast turns into a marathon with lee chanyoung’s stomach. you make more rice, he eats it all. you fry more eggs, he downs them in a flash. by the time you sigh and say,

“you’ve eaten everything i had today,”

he reluctantly sets his chopsticks down, still looking… kinda hungry.

propping your hands on the table, you stare him down.

“how do you eat so much? aren’t you worried i’ll go broke feeding you?”

chanyoung blinks innocently, then suddenly leans down, pressing his face into your lap and wrapping his arms around your waist like some oversized teddy bear.

“babe, i know i’m guilty.”

“if you know, then eat less,” you tease with a grin.

“can’t. i’m an athlete. but… i only eat this much when it’s your cooking.”

you freeze, looking down at those earnest brown eyes brimming with sincerity.

seriously… with sweet-talk like that, how could anyone stay mad at him?

sighing, you ruffle his hair like he’s some giant puppy.

“fine. starting tomorrow, i’ll cook more. but you’re helping with the dishes, jagi.”

chanyoung nods like a kid promised a treat, grinning ear to ear.

“deal! i’ll wash them spotless for you!”

… thirty minutes later, you’re standing in the kitchen, watching your husband wrestle with a pile of soap suds and cracking up. the plates are still greasy, water’s splashing everywhere, and it’s clear you overestimated his dishwashing skills by a mile.

[highwaytosickfics]

TF2 Sickfic Prompt 6

Soldier is smarter than most people give him credit for, and also far more petty and maliciously compliant (and I love that about him so much).

A perfect example, in "Expiration Date" he figures out that they probably shouldn't be teleporting bread way before Engineer or Medic...but when his observation is dismissed and he's told to teleport as much bread as he wants, he does so with the grin of a kid pouring mentos into coke bottles.

Seriously, go back and look at his face when he's moving bread down the hallway. This is a man who knows he's doing something he shouldn't...but Engineer told him to, so~~~

This is all to say

When Soldier feels himself coming down with something, he decides to tell Medic and gets brushed off.

Medic gives him some variation of "Looks like it's just a cold, just hang on until the weekend."

Soldier decides to take this as an order to continue on as usual, even once it gets to the point where everyone realizes he's far more ill than previously thought.

[zipyolip]

Why You Should Create Your Own Method & Take All Creators (Including Me) With a Grain of Salt

Hey, I’m ZipYoLip—call me Zip! I'm a recent addition to our lovely Tumblr shifting/manifestation community. I just want to keep it real with y’all. That's what I'm here for.

So, let’s talk. I’ve seen all those glorious Tumblr posts about manifesting and reality shifting. A lot of them are amazing! But let’s be real—misinformation is still out there.

It’s to be expected in an era of technology. These concepts are completely new to most people. Do you know how hard the people before us gate-kept this type of knowledge? You’re lucky to exist in a time where spiritual practices and the power of the mind are common knowledge.

All we can do now is clear up the confusion. I don’t blame creators for interpreting things the way they do, but I do take issue with promoting limiting beliefs.

My Take:

If someone tells you, “You CAN’T manifest/shift because of XYZ,” a loud incorrect buzzer should immediately go off in your head. It’s just not true. It never has been, and it never will be.

You don’t even have to affirm in the present tense to manifest. Here’s a real example that happened today:

I had jury duty. Most people go their whole lives without being summoned, so I was already surprised. I had to wake up pretty early for it, and honestly? I was not feeling it. Serving my country? Not my thing.

When I got there, they said it could last up to 6 hours. Oh hell no. I was not about to sit there all day.

Here’s what I did to manifest getting out of it:

I kept repeating thoughts in my head like:

I’m going home.

I know I won’t have to serve on jury duty.

I even visualized myself back in my car. My imagination is pretty vivid, so for a second, it felt like I actually saw it.

And guess what? Out of a packed room, my number was in the 100s. They called up the first 70 or so people, and there was a brief pause before the second batch. There seemed to only be less than 20 left in the room. That’s when it happened:

Ding ding ding! Success story.

A staff announces that the case fell through, and the rest of us were free to go home. I texted my driver: “I’m going home!!!” and boom—I was in the car, heading home an hour later.

Moral of the story: Make your own rules.

Seriously. I’ve seen people claim you have to affirm in present tense—no, you don’t. Before you even knew about the law, you weren’t constantly thinking in present-tense affirmations, yet things still happened, right? So why should it be different now?

Just because you say something is going to happen doesn’t mean it’ll always be “going.” Time moves in the 3D—that’s how we experience physicality. The same might not be true in the 4D, but that doesn’t mean you have to invalidate your humanity just to manifest or shift.

At the end of the day, it’s all about maintaining a strong belief that things will go your way. You don’t even need to believe your affirmations—just keep your awareness on your desire.

And if things don’t seem to go your way? Revise. Reality will conform, and it’ll be like it was always meant to be. Simple as that.

[fruitypi]

I just cried. Seriously. And do you know why? Because of the newest Alan's video: Animation vs addiction.

I love this video. And I'm going to yap about it now, yippee!! (Right off the bat: I'm no specialist when it comes to addiction, so I'm gonna just talk about how I feel it fits Blue's personality.)

First things first: Blue was always a comedic character. Let's get that out of the way. He is usually not taken seriously. That isn't always bad, but it's sometimes actually weird. It's like most of his characteristics are used only for jokes. One of his main traits is that his addicted to drugs (netherwart).

I love DJ's first reaction "Oh, it's Blue! He's perfect for addiction." He had no clue how serious this video is.

Alan made this video to show that addiction isn't anything funny to deal with. It's a real problem real people have. Not a joke. Also I highly doubt he intended Blue to be addicted in AvM. It wouldn't be taken so frivolously and carelessly.

I think that's a reason Animation vs Addiction exists. Which is awesome. I also love that he specified this video isn't about netherwart.

Also, most people I know consider addiction to be for the weak or unsuccessful people. Wrong. Blue is the second best of the group after Green, he has a loving family, friends. Anybody can get addicted if they're unlucky enough. Sometimes it's the pressure of friends, sometimes a way to escape reality, sometimes it's just curiosity.

And I love the contrast between the segments of the video:

Even with high quality, it's just blank and boring. Adding a lack of music we get a pretty sad world.

Five minutes in, we can see a lot less. Fog, low quality. It looks even sadder than before. Ambient noise consisting of repetitive clicking of the button and quiet piano music fills the scene with this eerie feeling. We know he is hurting himself and we can't do anything about it.

Now that's how it looks at the end. It's filled with color and light and the music, oh the music! I can describe it in one way: hope. The color palette isn't as vibrant as before and it never will be, but it is even more beautiful.

I love every bit of this video and especially the fact that breaking the addiction wasn't easy. It wasn't "yeah, a friend helped and they lived happily ever after". It's long and tiring and sad and hard. But there's no other way.

Also, the fighting elements here felt so much.. heavier. Every punch and struggle stung and felt unnatural. Contrary to the usual fight scenes. Especially considering the fact Blue is the pacifistic one in the group.

And I just wondered: will Red and Green have something more similar to Yellow's and Orange's or Blue's video? I mean it would be weird if Orange had math and physics, Yellow had codes, Blue suddenly had a very serious topic and then Red and Green had something related to their interest. I'm very interested in how it will play out!

And that's all I have to say