#im not trying to tone police

[cosmicheartz]

gonna take a teeny break from cotl fandom stuff bc its getting a lil too heavy for me

[softness-and-shattering]

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[cdroloisms]

I just came across your post about vagueposting and I think I agree with it, but the situation you most likely wrote it about is hardly a "vagueposting" because you could say who it was about after reading it literally one time and that person got jumped and insulted in the anon ask anyway so discussing it in person could be safer...

I'm reeeally sorry for bring up a past situation, but I don't think it's a good idea to write nasty things about another person and specific details about how they interact with the fandom and their post, say things that will help to easily identify a person and at the same time insult them or say how you think they feel about the characters or the story based on your feelings about their one take that you didn't like and then call it's "vague" because there is no name in the post. I mean, It can lead to bad consequences, it literally did in that situation.

And yes, I do think people have the right to discuss bad takes or takes they don't like, but there's a way to do it without giving away every detail about the post and the person who wrote it so everyone knows who you're talking about, and if you're not good at being vague, just discuss it in a private chat.

this ask is old but i was busy last week, so forgive me for the late response. i was debating answering it at all, but i dont want myself to be misunderstood, so just. to clarify under the cut.

i'll agree with you that the post/situation in question wasn't vagueing. now, i don't know exactly the difference between the number of followers i have and the number of followers that the blogger in question has, and when it comes to the number of active dsmp followers i think both of us have even less of a clue. that being said, both of us frequent much of the same circles, so i think it's fair to say that many of my posts will end up being exposed to a very similar audience to his, and so therefore this response about the situation you're talking about will be just about as clearly traceable to a specific person as the post he made that started the situation in question. just as a general observation.

if i'm understanding your ask correctly, while vagueing a take is fine, the vague shouldn't be clearly identifiable if you're going to speak badly about it or disagree heavily. to which i have to ask what, specifically, is defined as clearly identifiable? i think most takes in this fandom can be pretty easily traced to a person, even if that person is not the only person that believes in that take--just as an example, c!tommy as a butterfly pinned behind glass was a take in response to the c!sam and c!dream stream after techno escaped, and grew to be a pretty prominent theme to the point of a zine being modeled after it, but i can also trace it to a pretty specific tumblr post with a name attached. i also think that that same statement probably isn't true for many fans who maybe joined later on in the fandom. i mean, i'm aware that i'm being pedantic here, i'm aware that the situation in question created conflict specifically due to it being within dreblr and in a space where multiple people would've seen both posts and felt ensuing awkwardness bc they know both people either on a personal or acquaintance level, but i mean the same applied ages ago whenever strategist-interpretation and trauma-interpretation c!dream apologists felt like going at it again on the dash.

in this scenario specifically, what made the situation clearly identifiable was the nature of the take that was being discussed. the main identifying detail was the take that the asker was asked about, imo, and i mean ... yeah i mean. most takes that haven't blown up pretty heavily do end up being tied to one or two people? i mean, staged finale is a take that can be tied to three people who argued in favor of it the most before the rest of dreblr got on board only in late 2021. i simply don't think that a take that maybe only one person has argued for (which, i dont remember the statistics of the take in this situation, so i dont remember how many notes it had or how many people in total may have expressed public agreement towards it, honestly) is exempt from discussion when it is posted in a meta or analysis space as an analytical piece, which i do think applies to this take from what i remember about it and how it was tagged.

and back to the discussion of what's acceptable as far as directly responding versus vagueing, i mean, a lot of the discussion i've had on my blog (abt discourse etiquette in General in meta spaces on dreblr moreso than this specific situation, largely bc i did want to avoid commenting on a situation that 1) i really had no business in and 2) i have reason to be biased about. the main reason why i'm talking abt it now is bc hopefully enough time has passed for feelings to be less fraught and bc i want to make certain thoughts of mine clear, in case they weren't clear enough in my original posts abt dreblr and whatever) revolves around both direct responses and vagueing having their reasons as well as pros and cons, and both will likely continue to exist in analysis spaces and generally i don't think it's productive to really comment on what people can or can't do on their own blogs. in this scenario, i don't think "vagueing about one specific person in a way that may be clearly identifiable to parts of their audience" is uniquely unacceptable? a direct response very clearly would make the person in question identifiable -- outside of how it's kind of impossible to make a post vagueing someone in a way where No One has Any Idea who you might be talking about without making the post like, incoherent inherently, if vagueing (not identifiable) is okay and directly responding (identifiable) is okay, then why is vagueing (identifiable) not okay?

now, i understand that any situation where the person in question might be identifiable, some people may take the open disagreement as permission to harass them. and obviously, harassment sucks. part of the whole point of opening up this conversation on my blog was bc i worry, with the way that a single conflict between dsmp opinions has kind of rippled through dreblr recently and the responses to this "situation," that an environment is being created with too much of a forced global consensus that punishes people for stepping out of the status quo in both opinions and behavior, which is obviously bad for the whole community, and was looking to voice some of that and have a conversation on solutions. and i understand that in this situation, a lot of your problem with the blogger has to do with his general attitude in discussing the take and his statements on the person who made it. now, i think you have every right to find his statements offensive and disagreeable and to unfollow and/or block him. that being said, i am not exactly a PR agent, and i want to reiterate that what people do on their own blogs isn't my business and i don't think it should be my business. or uh, anyone's business, for that matter. i don't think that everyone "in dreblr" is beholden to keeping to a certain person's standard for "acceptable" disagreement and "acceptable" sharing of their own opinions on their own blog as long as they're not inciting harassment, which entails, like, actively encouraging harm to happen yk. i mean, you can think that the blogger was being rude or an asshole and prefer to never see him again, that's fine. that's your prerogative. but i mean, i'm not gonna tell the guy how to interact with the fandom on his own blog, haha.

to be clear, im not telling you what you can or can't do on your own blog either. if you wanna make a post about how his posts contain harmful rhetoric, how he's an idiot, or how he's rude bc you disagree with his public posts on this situation or on the dsmp as a whole, i mean, i'm not gonna handwring over it and tell you that you're not allowed to do that. it's none of my business, and i like to think i'm not that hypocritical. and honestly, i think that in a space where we're talking about analysis, commenting on harmful rhetoric happens often and should happen often when it happens -- literally anyone can make an analysis post that has harmful rhetoric, and sure it's fiction and no one has to answer to the analysis police for making a bad analysis post, but i've also been in this space and seen enough truly mind-boggling amounts of parroting takes about torture that make people sound like CIA psyops to go "well saying that someone's analysis post contains harmful rhetoric is really rude" pfft. again, i'm not saying i'm immune to hypocrisy, but i've certainly malded enough times in public about the shit people have said in this fandom to take issue with that. now, getting a little less into the strictly-analysis side of things, i understand that insults like calling someone an idiot may not sit right with everyone, to which i say. block to your heart's content. but c'mon man i've called people idiots before i'm no saint 😭😅

anyway. i hope this clarified some things, anon. take issue with whatever and whoever you like, honestly, whether that's me, the person that i just not-vagued for the last however many words, etc etc -- again, your prerogative. and i agree, it's a shame the situation devolved into stuff like insults in both bloggers' inboxes when it really didn't have to be like that like. at all.

[narelleart]

Hm, I think I need a new header line for my tumblr. I think I can call myself a systematic ichthyologist now. I'm not really an "ichthyologist in the making" anymore, though I'm still learning.

[asbestos-11]

alhaitham much more accurate autism rep than half of canonically autistic characters

[96percentdone]

sometimes you see a post and the general points its making are generally correct but the whole thing is written in such a combative and aggro manner you just kinda like. end up disagreeing with it! like beyond just being like "hm. not reblogging that" its just. "actually. your take in this moment? kinda bad tbh."

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[shoveitevil]

ugh its starting to get a lot worse again

[linktube]

periods this pregnancy that damn this dude gotta lot to say about "the inherent" beauty of a reproductive system

[pennyellee]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 - 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐁 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐔 title: champagne confetti - side B pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: tba beta read by @chaoticpuff17 release date: january 2025

Prompt 1: “you give me brand new emotion, you got me drinking that potion” Prompt 2:  The lines did blur, in his mind for sure. Will you be tamed or will your passion for fashion falter for greater good - a life without Jeon Jungkook. When everything you’ve worked for hangs in the balance, his twisted love comes as both a gift and a curse.

summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

warnings: minors dni 18+ | physical violence, hint of incapable police department, jk is the boy saviour here and everybody bends backwards for his famous ass, dubious consent, possessive/obsessive behavior, emotional manipulation, references to medication that affects mental and physical responses as "drugs" or "pills" or "medication", power imbalance, themes of isolation and confinement, gaslighting, mentions of mafia and criminal underworld, forced intimacy, oral sex (m!receiving), numbness, reader's difficulties getting wet, use of lube, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding/cow girl, orgasm difficulties, creampie, and so on (if i'll forgot smth, im so soorrryy!)

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, oppressiveness, which we do not condone.

this is a sequel, read part one of 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 main masterlist

author's note: so, where to start right? this was a long ass ride, mainly because i was fighting with myself to not burn out on this fic coz i loved it so much, and i still love it, but i won't lie that i got lil overwhelmed with how much love this fic received. I am so so so grateful for each and one of you! ♥ and thank you for your patience too. Life's not easy, please understand that, i always try my best. Thank you all. OH! I hope you will, have, or had very lovely and holy, merry christmas fairies ♥

You looked down at your mug, swirling the mulled wine as you gathered your thoughts. “I... I think I’m ready to go back to work,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

The change in Jungkook’s demeanor was immediate. The warmth in his eyes flickered out, replaced by something harder, colder. He set his mug down on the counter with a soft clink, his posture stiffening.

“What makes you think that?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm, but you could hear the edge beneath it. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied you, the tension between you palpable. He took a step closer, his presence imposing.

“You have,” he admitted, his voice low and measured. “But that doesn’t mean you’re ready to go back out there.”

You felt a pang of frustration, but you tried to keep your voice steady. “I need to feel normal again, Jungkook. I need to get out of here, to do something meaningful.”

His jaw tightened, and he reached out, gently but firmly taking the mug from your hands and setting it aside. His fingers lingered on your wrist for a moment, his touch both comforting and possessive. “This is meaningful,” he said, his voice softening just a fraction as he looked into your eyes. “Us, here, together. This is your life now, Y/N.”

“But..but you promised.” Jungkook's expression flickered, a brief moment of conflict passing through his eyes before his gaze hardened again. He took a deep breath, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly as he processed your words.

“I promised to keep you safe,” he said, his voice firm but with an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite identify—fear, perhaps, or desperation. "And letting you go back to work... it's not safe for you now, Y/N.”

You pulled your wrist free, taking a step back to create some distance. “I can’t stay cooped up in here forever, Jungkook,” you said, your voice trembling but determined. “I need to feel like myself again. I need to be around people, to do something other than just exist in this penthouse.”

He took a step closer, his hands reaching out to cup your face, his touch gentle but his eyes intense. “You are my life now,” he said softly, his voice breaking slightly. “And I can’t lose you. Not to anything or anyone.” You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch despite the turmoil inside you. Jungkook’s thumb brushed over your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Freedom comes with risks, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of love and possessiveness. “And I’m not sure I can handle those risks.”

“I promise I am not plotting, Gguk—” you began, but Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, his grip on your face tightening ever so slightly.

“Are you not?” he cut in, his voice low and dangerous. The hint of desperation from before was now replaced with a cold, steely resolve.

“Just give me a chance to prove—” His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deceit.

“I don’t know if I can trust that, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice filled with an unsettling mix of love and possessiveness. He was silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tight with tension. Finally, he let out a slow breath, his grip on your face softening.

“We have a family dinner coming up. It’s important, and everyone will be there. If you can behave, show that you can handle yourself around my family, then maybe... just maybe, we can talk about you going back to work.”

The implication of his words settled over you like a weight. This wasn’t just about proving yourself to him; it was about proving yourself to his entire family. The thought was daunting, but you knew this might be your only chance. To get away from his grasp.

“I'll do my best,” you said, your voice trembling with a mix of determination and anxiety. “I promise.”

A small, almost tender smile tugged at the corners of Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he said softly.

You swallowed hard, the pressure of the upcoming dinner weighing heavily on you. “Who will be there?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Everyone,” he said simply. “My parents, all of my Hyungs... among whom someone can offer you a position if you make a good impression.”

This was your chance, and you had to take it.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour,” you promised, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

You stood there in Jungkook’s arms, the Christmas lights twinkling softly around you, you resolved to do whatever it took to reclaim a part of your life.

“Now, show me how good you can warm my cock this Christmas.”

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

©pennyellee. please do not repost

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Don't be a silent reader, let's be friends chummers! ♥

see ya soon, love, p.

[ravenowlsworth]

fucking stop telling people to kill themselves OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE THIS SITE SO MUCH can only look at pictures now i guess .... fucking hell

[beelmons]

Could you maybe write a blurb or fic where Spencer just goes completely feral over how loud reader is in bed 🥵

a/n: im almost certain this is not what you asked for but i got this plot idea and hjhhhhhhhdhf

They say good couples share bad habits. This had become true in the six months you and Spencer had been together. The bad habit in question was being reported to the police for excessive noise by his really bitter neighbors.

Now, what kind of noise could a quiet FBI agent and a simple person, such as yourself, make, you may ask? Well, that would be the obnoxiously loud moans and cries that you used to let out during sex.

"Fuck, fuck!" you would have said more, but the fact that your knees were touching your breasts as Spencer had you in a mating press had scrambled your brain beyond the skill to speak.

He himself could only smile at the fact that your moans had overpowered the sound of moist skin lapping together. He loved when you were so loud, nay, he loved when he fucked you so good you had no choice but to share it with the world.

You could feel his entire shaft bury itself within you, the sensation of his testicles against your ass just serving as confirmation of the fact.

His member was tinted a vague white, the thing with Spencer is that you never understood where he got such stamina from. The speed of his thrusts were proportional to the decibels of your whimpers, the louder you yelled, the more eager he used to get.

Smack! A loud banging noise distracted you a little, causing you to shut up for a second. Spencer, however, did not give in to the sound of the door being pounded, eyes still on your flushed face, cock still hitting the deepest ends of your pussy.

"Can you please shut the fuck up?!" a stranger yelled from outside his apartment door "Come on man, shut your whore up! it's been two hours!"

You brought your hands to your mouth, trying to fight back the noises that you were making out of embarrassment.

"No, no." Spencer lowered his speed to talk "What are you doing? I need to hear you."

"Your neighbors can hear everything!" you barely whispered.

"They should be thankful." he reached for your wrists to open the path for your mouth again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips "I bet he touches himself to your moans." he bucked his hips forward slowly, and a whimper escaped you "Yeah, those delicious little sounds you make. Takes a simple exhale to have me rock hard, couldn't blame him if the way you screamed made him cum in his pants."

His narrative had gotten so filthy, so unlike him, a facade that you only saw whenever he knew he had you at his mercy, the sort of information he could only get by the sounds of pleasure he loved so much. Without your permission, your walks ended up clenching around him, aching for his previous pace to take over again.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he smiled in your direction, his forehead touching yours "I would normally be jealous, but you feel so good I can barely think straight."

"Spencer..." you muttered in a begging tone, a much lower one compared to what he liked.

"What was that?" his hips began to pick up their pace once again "Speak up, baby, he can't hear you."

"Spencer!" your tone began to raise once more as the thrusts became faster.

"That's good." he praised "Let's show him what my little whore can do."

[camomileapplesyrup]

today i got into a heated argument with two TRAs over the twoXchromosomes subreddit. i made a post about the woman-centric subreddit now being overrun with men & MRAs who harass women that share their traumatic experiences with men. from SA, to spousal abuse, women found a space where they felt safe discussing their experiences in life.

posts expressing feminist thought, traumatic experiences & general fear of men were met with downvote bombings & harassment.

men pretend to be underage girls pretending not to understand masturbation and acting they don't know how to wash "down there", asking for advice for sexual gratification of course.

men CONSTANTLY adding their two cents to posts that absolutely do not need it.

the subreddit is now uncomfortable & stifling, mods do absolutely nothing about it. so i made a lengthy post and so many women responded. over 500 comments of women responding positively, and thanking me for calling out an ongoing issue.

well, apparently i am transphobic and i am acting "sussy" with saying; “every time i come here and a woman makes a post with the most MINUSCULE feminist intent, or sharing her trauma, or difficulties in her personal experiences, it doesn't just get downvoted to oblivion, but filled up with comments of dudes adding their two cents, tone policing, making sexual & or fetish comments or "not all men"ing her. this is a woman centric community. two X chromosomes. we aren't going to make our tones softer, be gentler and tip-toe around our individual experiences to make YOU, a dude, comfortable.”

all it took was this for two TRAs to gang up on me & call me transphobic. saying this is why they don't trust cis feminists, and patronising me with expressions like "you must be so brave for calling yourself a radfem". they claimed that i cannot call myself a radical feminist because it's just bigoted towards trans women, despite me living in a 3rd world country where we don't even have working woman's shelters and proper laws against spousal abuse. "im sorry your life is hard as a woman living in a misogynistic country, but that is here nor there with regard to the terminology we're discussing" i'm sorry, what?

most of us aren't privileged enough to be libfems. i wish pink fucking girlboss they/she queen xenogender discourse was what my country could be doing, but life is not fair for everyone. if a woman here gets abused, stalked, or raped, she has nowhere to go. no phone number to call. no police to call. no prosecutor to trust in. and i went through this, personally.

by the end i had to block them, because they were derailing the conversation. but fuck, even when i literally do my best and try to be inclusive to everyone, i get spat in the fucking face.

[dollyfl1rt]

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut (fingering), dad’s bestfriend au rick, no outbreak

your dad had sent you with his bestfriend to get a list of groceries and other things. you were currently sitting passenger side of the old rustic truck, looking out of the window as the town seemed to fly by.

you looked over to the man driving as all the dirty thoughts you’d had resurfaced in your head. the two of you had had some pretty close calls over these last few months. things like, makeout sessions and groping.

all of which your parents were oblivious of.

after almost getting caught the last time and not doing anything since, to say you were acting out would be an understatement. you propped your feet up on the dashboard knowing how much rick loves his truck. he glanced over at you after not saying anything to you the whole car ride.

“get your feet off the dash” he said swatting your feet away, to which you giggled “or what? gonna tell your bestfriend I’m acting out because i can’t have your dick in me? i don’t think that’ll go over well”.

you were practically begging to be put in your place at this point. the ex police officer next to you waited till you turned to look out the window before he grabbed both of your ankles in one of his hands since he was still driving.

you looked over shocked, half expecting him not to do anything. boy were you wrong. he then gapped your thighs as his rough callous hands pulled your light pink lace panties down. “you wanna act like a fuckin’ slut, i’m gonna treat you like one” was all he said before quickly rubbing your clit.

you bit your lip releasing a soft huff. “that what you wanted? huh?” the man questioned in a pissed off tone feeling you getting warmer. with this sign he then stuck two fingers into you “ngh” you whined grabbing onto his forearm. the sight of the truck making its way down the street was innocent to outsiders. ricks head was forward looking at the road as he finger fucked you quickly.

“you’re a goddamn brat, you know that?” he asked picking up his pace causing you to squirt. “please..im sorry, people can see us” you begged trying to close your legs suddenly embarrassed that people might see the scene taking place in the vehicle. “you wanted me,right?”

he felt how tight you were wrapped around him hinting you were almost at your breaking point. he couldn’t care who seen. rick made that obvious by finishing you off as you orgasmed on his digits to which he removed them out of you and licked them clean.

“be careful what you wish for baby” the man told glancing over at your fucked out state.

[wonderjanga]

WIP

“Here we are at the ruins of one of Dr. Thaddeus Sivana’s laboratories. After a massive electrical explosion was reported to the police. So far, there have been no reported casualties. Everyone in the building during the time of explosion are now safe and in custody, including Thaddeus Sivana, injuries ranging from major to minor. They’ll be interviewed at a later time. The cause of the electricity explosion is unknown. It’s unclear whether Captain Marvel was the source of the explosion as he wasn’t sighted in the area. Any new updates will be reported immed-” She cut herself off, her hand moving to her earpiece. After a few moments of silence, she looked back at the camera. “It appears footage has been recovered from the lab. We’ll play that now.”

The camera cuts to the somewhat grainy footage of a hallway. Then, Captain Marvel bursts through a wall causing nearby guards to be flung back. The man looked positively pissed. When more guards came barreling down the hallway, he reared his hand back and threw a lightning bolt at them using what looked like full force. He then stormed down the hallway, stepping over the guards spasming on the hallway floor.

“Sivana!” He yelled, looking more furious in this one moment than any of the other times civilians, heroes, or villains had ever seen. The cameras switched, following him throughout the facility as he tore up the place looking for the mad scientist. He stomped around some more before being met with a giant robot. He grit his teeth looking feral as he stepped forward and decided to ram himself into robot taking its torso with him and using it to tear down walls as he continued on his way. At some point, he abandoned the torso and took to flying. He went so fast it shattered any glass he passed by, also consequently taking out the cameras as well. Now, all the people were left with was the audio. After 4 straight minutes of Marvel tearing the entire place up, he finally found Sivana.

Some more tussling ensues and then the viewers finally hear one of them speak. “The champion, reduced to a state like this? If you aren’t careful wrath might take you over,” Sivana mocked.

“I’m not worried about that,” Marvel said, and more tussling could be heard.

Sivana spoke up again, his voice strained as if being suffocated, “How can you be so sure?” The scientist laughed derisively, “Heh heh heh… You are trying to kill me after all.”

There’s silence for a moment. “Kill you?” He asked, there was the slightest hint of humor in his voice. “Dude, I’m not going to kill you. You’re not worth it. Not only that, but it’s unherolike.”

“Then why is your boot on my throat…?”

“I have to keep you down somehow.” Marvel said dismissively. They, along with everyone tuning into the broadcast knew it was a flimsy excuse.

“What makes you think I’m not worth it, Cheese?” Sivana griped.

Another bout of silence.

“Sivana,” He started, “You’re a nuisance at best, a thorn in my side at worst. Why would you even think you’re worth it?” Captain Marvel sounded so cold in that one moment. “Well, anyways.” He switched back to his usual more lighthearted tone. “I’m going to destroy this place. You don’t mind, right?” A faint sound of electricity buzzing started and it seemed to start growing louder and louder until a loud burst and the audio cut off.

[serxinns]

Lets play a Love game!~

A clas 1a x reader special

A/n: ITS FINALLY DONE its been in my drafts for months had to make a few repairs here and there but it's done!

Warnings: mentions of stalking, possessive, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, reader having a panic attack, almost throwing up, violence and more if you arent comfortable with these topics don't read if not read at your own risk

A crackle came from the villain named Red Virus you and some of your classmates were having difficulties defeating him he kept teleporting and shooting out glitch beams that could make the quirk dysfunctional to the user which could be dangerous the villain teased you as Mina tried shooting acid at the villain and Tokoyami using dark shadow and Denki using electricity but none was working so you had a plan

"Tokoyami!" You glanced at him with a determined nod and he grabbed you flying towards the battlefield and directly toward the villain, the red virus saw this and summoned glitchy sharp rods and threw them toward the 2 of you tokoyami barely avoided most of them except 2, and shot down with a grunt "TOKOYAMI!" You yelled as he was falling but used ur quirk to lunge at the unexpected villain and tackle him while he was losing control in the air and your classmates looking worriedly at you,

You used your quirk to make him fall to the ground but before you went down he grabbed your face hard and activated his quirk "Y/N!!1! 1" your classmates called trying to catch u while falling but you weren't giving up with the energy you still have left you use your super move on him which made him fell unconscious and the two of you crashed into the ground, you takoyami and Denki quickly ran to your side and put both of your arms around their necks helping you walk easily

The rest of your classmates surrounded them asking if you were ok checking for any more injuries and glaring at the villain while he was being dragged away in the police card without sending one final glare and scowl at you before the police door was shut on him and being drove away to the police, you were a bit confused but brushed it off of him just being salty of losing to a hero in training, "y/n San you need to go take care of those injuries and especially if that villain managed to get a hit on you!" Iida said while waving his arm "Guys im fine but for some reason, he didn't dysfunction my quirk and was surprised" "Glasses are right dumbass you need to get those treated and IM taking you to the nurse"

"Cmon bakubro you took them last week!

"Yea it's suppose to be my turn *kero*"

"No mines!"

Everyone started to fight like children fighting over a single toy as much as it was weirdly entertaining to you, you always wondered why your classmates were so desperate to want to spend time with you it's so werid now that your slowly realizing it but that's another time to think about it

"Mwah!" A big kiss mark was stained on your cheek your body felt a bit tired but at least it wasn't aching "there now you be careful now seriously don't be so reckless!" Recovery girl said with a soft but stern tone you nodded and grabbed a lolipop she gave you and went out suddenly izuku and his squad surrounded you and talking at once about if you were ok momo and iida both grabbing your arm seeing if you were ok but you pushed them off

"guys I'm fine really im just gonna go to sleep a bit early if that's ok?" They groaned wanting to spend time with you but agreed you signed in relief you went in your dorm and quickly fell asleep

You were awoken by a bad dream you were sweating everywhere and breathing heavily "the fuck kind of dream was that..." your thoughts were racing you held your head as you think your dream,

the virus and you were fighting every time you kept hitting him he kept laughing nonstop to the point it was ringing in your ears making an ache in your head began spinning that you had to stop moving the red virus guy slowly walked towards you a sinister look on his face and roughly grabbed you by the neck and lifted you up, no matter how much you resited and cussed at him

He then pulled you closer to your ear and whispered "I curse you with a fate that you will wish you never defeated me you'll be crawing back begging and maybe even hoping that this curse will go away :)" the villain then laughed maniacally while you finally pushed him off and started running untill something hit you in the back hard like a bullet and your vision started to fade into darkness

The words the man told you were still hanging in the back of your mind you slowly walked towards to the kitchen in the common room to get yourself a drink, after looking around in the kitchen you found your favorite soda you saved earlier you swiftly grabbed the soda and quickly went back to your room not even a few minutes you started feeling dizzy and your eye started hurting alot you felt to the ground clutching your eye and crying

That's when you woke up panting frantically looking around your dorm, sweat beaming down your face clothes drenched with sweat, your whole body was shivering you almost fell off the bed you checked the time and it was 7:49 AM "What the fuck kind of dream, nightmare whatever! was that.." you head was spinning with questions, thoughts and just jumble up messes you were sure it was a dream right? It has to be that's when your eye began to ache you groaned you went to the bathrooms to take a quick shower maybe that will clam you down

After the shower you walked over to brush your teeth, you took once glance at the mirror and froze your pupils were normally e/c but now the left one had a red heart on it with a line across it you start freaking out wondering was thus some sort of sick joke from Denki, Mineta anyone!, You tried rubbing it off, picking at it just anything to get whatever was off you, heck you almost tried to stab it put with your toothbrush but you weren't That crazy! so you had two choices, one just roll with it for the rest of the day then go to the nurses office to see what the fuck is going on, or two you find a eye patch and dismiss any suspicious questions from your classmates..

A sudden knock on the door startled you, "y/n? You done in there?" A sudden voice rang out it was Mina she started banging again but this time it was strangely more eager.. you hesitantly opened the door to see her she was grinning ear to ear at you and then grabbed your arm a bit to tight "cmon bestie it's almost time for class!" She chimes basically dragging you to class as she started chatting her head off to you not noticing your eye and the bewildered expression when a sudden voice rang out in your head with some info shown

MINA ASHIDO

Age:15-16

Yandere:possessive and clingy, and easily jealous

Tip: make sure to not anger her :)

You stared not being able to utter out the words to describe what your just seeing rn only a "what. the. actual. fuck." A yandere? The fuck is that? And why did it describe her personality like that they weren't true? Maybe..actually now to think about it, her behavior did started changing throughout the months you were at school..like when you were talking with Mina once day and sato pulled you away to let you tried some of his latest sweets you swore you felt like someone was staring intensely at you-no not you at Sato you looked back a bit seeing Mina's smile faded replacing with a ice cold stare it derided you out a bit but there was no way Mina was that crazy!

So you ignored it struggling to close it off and you successfully did by blinking twice, once you made it to class you then pulled away from mina's hand and rushed into your seat confusing her a bit but brushed it off you were then greeted by iida as he walked up to you "y/n you were almost late! this isn't like you!" He said waving his arms around like he was chopping the air "sorry iida had a horrible nightmare" iida then started lecturing you and recommending some options for you to not have a nightmare and did one of his suggestions was sleepijg in his bed? you rubbed your eyes a bit causing yet another info to pop out

Tenya Iida

Age: 15-16

Yandere: protective, stalker, and observance

Tip: watch out for him he could put a tracker on you ;)

Your eyes couldn't beleive it nor could it looked away "iida..him a stalker!" Inside you were all cool but on the inside you were freaking the fuck out should you tell someone? Calling the police?! Endless thoughts ran throught your mind untill a voice snapped you out "y/n you ok you zone out a bit darling?" You looked over to see Iida with a confused expression as your classmates started staring as well

They're all staring could it adoration? Or lovesick? :3 oooo or maybe jealousy

You swore you wanted to punch whoever was in your head. also, wait, did Iida just call you darling? This is getting weird now, really weird, and how is nobody noticing your eye? You thoughts were interrupted by a slap on the ruler Aizawa glared at his class "Stop your talking and listen we have an important lesson and your chatting isn't so shush up and look at the board"

After a boring day of class, it was lunchtime, and you went to look for a spot until Ochako jumped out of nowhere in front of you. "Hey y/n, I wonder if you wanna eat with me alone, just the two of us?" You startled back away a bit and smiled nervously "No thanks I'm just gonna sit alone-" That was until another info came out

Ochako Uraraka

Age:15-16

Yandere: delusional, worshipper and clingy!

Tip: watch your choice of words or she'll twist your words otherwise :3

"Not ochako too...Seriously what am I even going on, and what is even a fucking yandere!?" You were so focused on trying to rub your eye away that you didn't notice Ochako and Izuku calling your name in a panic to the point Izuku grabbed your arm, restraining you. "y/n San, are you alright? Is something wrong with your eye?" Izuku frantically grabbed your face and started observing it

Izuku Midoriya

Age:15-16

Yandere: stalker.., observer, and delusional

Tip: he knows everything about everyone, but when it comes to you, he has a whole notebook about it, and it's not just about your quirk. Try not to be dumb and give him ur information now. He'll use that to his advantage! :3

You quickly pushed him off and ran out of the cafeteria and into the bathroom, not caring about the confused and concerned looks of your classmates. You couldn't believe it yourself. Your friend Izuku was a fucking creep!? You looked at yourself in the mirror, observing the eye again; why is this happening to you? What did you do to deserve this? Why are your classmates suddenly becoming these crazy freaks!? You start breathing fast tears running down your eyes

After minutes of crying and reassuring yourself, you wipe away your tears, your eyes still red, tho you hoped nobody noticed, and start making your way out of the bathroom until you hear a knock. "y/n darling, are you ok in there?" A familiar voice called out to you; you cleared your throat, making sure you didn't sound like you were crying. "Y-Yeah! im just fine I needed some time alone the cafeteria was overwhelming me with all those people and loud noises heh.." you lied trying to make it more convincing as you heard silence "Oh..do you want me to accompany you in case you get overwhelmed again?" He questioned

You thought about it for a moment tho you couldn't trust anyone but...what if most or even some of your classmates weren't crazy plus Aoyama never showed any signs of psychotic or crazy behavior so maybe you could trust him.. you slowly and hesitantly open the door to see Aoyama looking concerned "cmon then training period is about to start!" Without a word, Aoyama quickly took your hand and dashed down the hallways and into training untill you saw info yet again making your stomach drop

Yuga Aoyama

Age: 15-16

Yandere: possessive, manipulative, and stalker

Tip: you thought he was normal huh? Nope! He wants you just as much as the others do he just hides it well! Just like how he hides in your room to watch you sleep, be on a watch out! And maybe..check twice before you head off to bed ;p

"O-others..?" You said as Aoyama kept dragging you towards your next class not noticing your terrified expression

You arrived at training and were greeted by everyone. You shook out of your thoughts as Tsuyu ran up to you, "Wanna be my training partner? *kero!*" "um i-" "actually stupid frog this dumbass is training with me!" Bakugo then appeared outta nowhere and start dragging you off but was stopped by momo and Takoyami "and how do you know they wanna train with you? They probably perfer to train with me" Momo said glaring at the explosive blonde "awww but y/n promised to train with us later!!" Dark shadow then appeared out of Takoyami as he agreed "yea irs 2 against one y/n is training with us"

As the 3 students started arguing, more and more students chimed in, fighting over who was going to be their partner. You took a step back, not believing in your eyes.. your classmates were all crazy.. obsessive physios; you tried backing away, not wanting to be in the mix of the chaos the voice in your head spoke once again

Dont feel too down now why wipe a that frown off time glass-! We are gonna be the best of friends

"fuck you!"You heard the voice laugh and laughed at your feared and angered expression it all stopped when you saw another piece of info pop up in front of your face then another...another then another then another multiple Infos kept filling up your view as you desperately tried to stop it you kept blinking hoping for it to go away but it didn't work. Nothing worked the arguing and yelling got louder and louder as the info of each of your classmates kept flooding in it was too much

you collapsed on the ground shaking and trembling, your whole body felt weak, very weak and your stomach started twisting and turning and doing all sorts of backflips causing you to feel nauseous bile burning in the back of your throat as you clutched your mouth as hard as you can and stomach you felt a wave of dizziness finally hitting you and your body collapse with the left of your energy you couldn't move your vision became blurry and the yelling and laughter became muffled the last thing you saw a bunch of blurry figures surrounding you

...

Your vision slowly came back to clear as you slowly open your eyes, you looked around to see that you were in your dorm room?, You noticed you were in your pajamas. Did someone change you!? You thought about freaking out again, "Oh, you're awake?" You gasped quickly, turning to see Aizawa's red eyes staring back at you. "Why are you in my room- and who changed me?" "Woah, brat, relax, recovery girl, and another nurse changed you," Hearing that made you calm down a bit.

"You seem to overuse your quirk of yours causing you to black out" he continued -you looked at him confused "But I didn't use my quirk at all today" "and that's where the confusing part comes in," he said straightening himself up as he took a deep breath "we discovered that you have some sort 2nd quirk we dont know the name of it nor what kind of quirk it is tho" as he was busy talking about this mysterious quirk you are just processing this whole thing a 2nd quirk me!? But ho- you paused finally coming to realization

The villain you fought yesterday

The dream

The voices

It was all becoming clear now... it all made sense now

The red virus was behind it all...you clutched your fist, your face full of tears. "Why...why me!? Why did I have to suffer because of some lowlife!" "L/n is there something the matter," You noticed your Sensei looking at you with a stoic expression you signed "Yeah I just need some time to think about all this stuff" he nodded "I understand you saw him escorting himself out the room closing the door the room was filled with silent once again

You were empty with ideas of what you were gonna do. Your classmates are insane and now you're stuck with this useless quirk or parasite all day

Hey I'm not a parasite :(

You rolled your eyes "Yeah of course you're not anyways I'm going to bed, this day has been shit and my life is probably gonna be shit as well"

Hey, now I never said that I was gonna torture you now, did I? Plus, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have noticed that your friends were yandere. I should at least get a thanks! :(

"Again what the absolute fuck is a yandere!?" You began to search on the net for the term yandere and the definition sent a shiver down your spine

a yandere is someone who is lovesick, someone who has been driven to insanity by extreme obsession or love, thus resulting in abnormal behavior if not violence!

"I didn't think they were real I thought it was just an anime trope!" You exclaimed while the voice giggled, "But how do I avoid them? Is there nobody to be trusted?" "Well not exactly! Some yanderes are very trusting and careful with their darling while others...rather keep you all to their elves like a doll in their package!" The voice then explained, "And in order not to have that kind of fate, just follow my rules and do the task. It's easy easy, lemon queasy!" "So you're telling me all I have to do is follow your tips and tasks, and everything will be fine, and I'll end the game?"

"Yep!" You didn't know what the future may hold nor what would be prepared for you till then; you were gonna have to play along with this voice until their satisfaction was needed and find ways to escape your psycho classmates. It will be hard, but it'll all be worth it in the end..you hoped