#like yes i fucking know the point is that the innies are just as much people with a right to follow their desires

[consultingfujoshi]

helly getting to be selfish and make a decision for herself instead of killing herself for a woman she doesn't know :') lovely, the argument against this is just agreeing with lumon that innies aren't people and deserve to die

helly r has always been someone motivated not by what she personally wants for herself but by how most effectively she can give her outie and by extension lumon the middle finger. hanging herself in the elevator, threatening to cut off her fingers. she has never once had any regard for herself. only how she can stick it to the people who put her here. "I'm gonna kill your company". that's what she vowed. and helly r would recognise that allowing mark to leave with gemma and revealing to the world what they did to her would be the end of all of this. she'd finally get her revenge. helly r is someone who would recognise that as a worthy sacrifice. and she tells mark this herself. that it's worth it for what it'll do to lumon. and a version of helly r that cares more about running down a hallway that will eventually lead them into a dead end whilst the woman they just risked everything to save, a woman who's just been held hostage for two years by the company helly hates so deeply, screams and begs for her husband to come with her, not even checking to see if she gets out safely, not even giving her a second glance, is not the helly r that we have come to know. she is not empowered, she is not a revolutionary. she's just another female character whose defining fire was extinguished the second the writers decided to make her a love interest to the male protagonist. I truly don't know where you guys get the idea that markhelly is somehow sticking it to the man by prioritising each other over literally everything else, but from where I'm standing it's just another case of the writers of a tv show forgetting the basic fucking characterisation of their main female character in order to centre her arc around a man. I APPRECIATE the sentiment that mark and helly have a right to, and maybe its even more thematically impactful to, choose each other with reckless abandon, I SEE the point they're trying to make, but it has come at the cost of helly's characterisation literally all season and the bottom line is that it's really fucking disappointing to see yet another female character who was the strongest personality in the cast at one point go through this kind of degeneration of drive and motivation because of her feelings for a man. its fucking boring and overdone and i miss season 1 helly so bad it hurts

[mountquokka]

Hii!! Can u please write a jisung smut where while u both are doing it the members walk in the dorm and u both are trying to be quiet but jisungs making it hard and when u both leave the room skz tease u<33 I love ur writing♥️💝💗

We gotta stay Quiet

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 873

Warnings: jumps right into smut, dom Jisung, sub reader, no protection (no), teasing from other members, nicknames (mamas, baby), poor innie gets traumatized for a moment, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request🥹 I really appreciate it 🫶🏽

“Fuck Ji~ that feels so good.”

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall echoes throughout the empty dorms. “Yeah? It feels good when I pound into you like this?” You moan his name as he continues to thrust into you. “Yes! Yes it feels so good~” Jisung sneaks his hand down and rubs your clit and you nearly scream. “Are you getting close mamas? You’re clenching me so tight” You whimper and nod.

Before Jisung gets a chance to let you cum, you hear the front door. You both pause for a second before Jisung starts to slowly start thrusting into you. Your eyes widen and you try and stop his hips. He grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. “Ji, we aren’t alone anymore. They’ll catch us” “Not if we stay quiet.” He smirks and starts his thrusts up again.

You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Jisung brings his mouth down to your breast to muffle his own groans. “Your clenching me even tighter than before baby. Do you like the idea of the guys catching us?” You moan a little too loud, hoping they didn’t hear you from the other side of the door. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Jeongin says to the others. “What did you hear Innie?” Seungmin asks as Jeongin follows where he thinks he heard the sound and stops in front of Jisung’s door. Once he gets there he hears that same sound again but a little louder. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. He slowly walks back over like he’d seen a ghost and sits on the couch. “Are you ok? What did you hear?” Chan asked slightly worried. He points the guys over to the Jisung’s door. “H-Han-Hannie. He- He… Oh my god” They all go over to the door and press their ears to it wait for what ever Jeongin heard.

“JI! FUCK~!”

“You gotta be quiet mamas, we don’t need them to hear us”

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good”

“Yeah you like that baby? I can tell you’re close. Cum for me baby”

All the guys look at each other in shock. Hyunjin and Changbin start snickering to each other as they head back to the living room area. “There’s no way that just happened” “Right you would think they would’ve stopped when we came in. Poor Innie is scarred now.” Changbin and Hyunjin continue to laugh. “Alright guys cut it out” Chan face palms.

After you and Jisung released, you cleaned up and cuddled for a while. When you both decided to get something to snack on, you both get up and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys were sitting in the living room, some also in the kitchen. “Hey guys what’s up?” Jisung asked acting completely normal. “Nothing much just chilling. What were you guys up to?” Felix says trying to hide a smirk. You and Jisung look at each other and simultaneously say “nothing” Hyunjin bursted into laughter from the kitchen “that didn’t sound like nothing to me” “Ji Fuck!” Changbin continues from the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up; so they were able to hear us. “We were just playing a game and I was beating her” More laughter. This time Lee know and Seungmin joining in. “Oh I bet you were beating her REAL good” Lee know chuckles. “What was the game? Who can leave more hickeys on the other?”  Seungmin said smugly. Even more laugher. Jeongin join in this time. Chan trying his hardest not to laugh.

You hide your face in the side of Jisung. “Ok guys, you can stop now. You’re embarrassing her” Felix comes over to the two of you and gives you a side hug “You know we're just messing around. It's all out of love, isn’t that right mamas” The guys start laughing again, even harder this time. You smack Felix’s chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “Are you all done yet?” The laughter dies down a little before someone snickers and they start laughing all over again.

“Ok ok that’s enough. Isn’t it obvious we’re not making them feel good?” Chan says before he bursts into laughter and the others join in again. “Ji make them stop, I can’t take anymore teasing.” He couldn’t either, he pulls you back into his room all the laughter fading in the background.

“Are you ok baby?” You nod your head “ Yeah I’m ok, I just couldn’t handle all the teasing.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve just stopped when the door opened. Stupid horny brain” “Hey it’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t stop. I think that was the hardest I came in a while.” Jisung smirks “Oh really? Should we do it again? Maybe I can get you to squirt this time.” You smack Jisung’s chest “I already can’t handle the teasing right now and you’ll make it even worse you pabo” “ok ok, but you are ok right?” You pull his face towards yours and peck his lips “Yes I’m ok, just tell Felix to never call me mamas ever again” Jisung chuckles and nods “Ok I’ll tell him.”

[pretty-blkgirl]

W.E.A.Y [Ch. 14]

~ Masterlist ~

A/N: Finals are over and I’m back on my bullshit 💃🏾

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After going into the kitchen to grab some more water, you come back to see your friends still looking at you with shocked eyes.

“Guys, it’s been like 10 minutes” You giggle. “It’s really not that hard to believe”

“But, yes it is” Seungmin interjects, “You’re such a good girl”

“Good girl? What about me gives ‘Good Girl’?”

“It’s your whole vibe. When people see you, they think about rainbows and kittens”

“Nuh uh, they think about thunderstorms and fucking tigers”

“Y/n, please” Lee Know laughs, “You’re so cute, isn’t your animal a poodle?”

“Isn’t yours a bunny?”

“Wait a minute” Han interrupts before Lee Know could say something smart, “You had the threesome two years ago? Have you talked to them since then?”

“Nope” you shrug, “Haven’t talked to anyone since then.”

“Really? Not romantically?”

“Nope. No dates, not even any kisses”

I.N. chuckles then points to Changbin, “Hyung hasn’t been kissed in a while either”

“I don’t go around kissing just anybody Innie” Changbin smiles, “I’m not like you”

“I don’t kiss anybody” The younger huffed, “But I’ve at least had a small kiss in the past year”

“Well I haven’t” Bin says, cheeks going a little red

“Me neither” You say, winking over at Changbin so he doesn’t feel embarrassed

Seungmin suddenly stands, swaying slightly but pointing between you and Changbin with fierce determination.

“You guys haven’t kissed anyone in years” He announces, “Why not kiss each other?”

The room is silent for a few seconds before it erupts into chaos. The younger members are egging Seungmin on, teasing you and Changbin.

The eldest four are over it, shushing their members and assuring you that Seungmin was joking.

You laugh, sitting up straighter before looking around at the group, the liquid courage flowing inside you. “Bin doesn’t have to kiss me. Matter of fact, since you’re so obsessed with kissing, why don’t you get over here and let me kiss YOU, Seungmin?”

More chaos, though the teasing shifts to a red-faced Seungmin. Changbin is laughing hysterically, as Chan and Lee Know decide to start cleaning up.

“You got him to hush, good job y/nnie” Chan says to you with a dimpled smile

After that, the night winds down as everyone decides to head to bed. Seungmin made it a point to avoid your gaze as much as possible, which only made his members tease him more.

You ended up settling on the couch with Chan sitting near you

“I’m glad we did this” He smiles, “I kinda feel like we’ve known you forever”

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[minhosimthings]

Heaven

Symphony Smut Series Day 7: Julia Michaels' Heaven

Lyric: They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you

Pairings: Badboy!Jeongin × goodgirl!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, sub!reader, dom!Jeongin, p in v sex, degradation, praise, hair pulling, overstimulation, corruption kink, Jeongin calls reader 'darling' and good girl, reader wears skirt, mentions of masturbation, implied abused reader, fluffy at the end, sorta enemies to lovers, college au

A/N: I mean I couldn't not include this iconic song in this series so did it for day 7 with our Innie because I don't know corruption kink just hits different with him.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

People pleasing. Wasn't it so fun? To have a person complement you for something that you was poison to yourself.

But people pleasing always got out of hand one way or the other and now, here you were, crying to your worst enemy about how much you felt like not existing anymore.

Jeongin was completely antagonistic to you. It was much like the bad boy, good nerd trope, except this time, you liked the bad boy first and he basically hated you. Romantic right?

"So wait, what you're telling me is you willingly let yourself be used by other people and you get nothing out of it?" Jeongin questioned, looking you up and down, his eyes filled with what seemed to be pity. It was as if you were a wounded dog, who still trusted so foolishly.

"I know." You tried to fight back. Having him as a chemistry partner suddenly seemed okay. Now, his aura was one of comfort as he ran a hand down your back in circles, comforting you as the tears you've held onto for so long started falling down.

"Hey hey hey." Jeongin panicked, seeing you cry. It had been the first time he'd seen you do that. In everyone's eyes you were little Miss Perfect, unbreakable and able to endure a lot of pressure. But diamonds crack someday don't they? And when they are subjected to enough heat, or in your case, enough comfort, they crack with a lot of force.

"I'm here, I'm here don't worry." Jeongin pressed you to his chest, engulfing you in warmth. The hug felt genuine, something you hadn't known for a long time.

"I-Just can't Jeongin, I just don't want to do it anymore." You gasped, tired from all the crying.

"Calm down darling, we still got all these dumb carbon atoms to balance!" Jeongin tries to cheer you up, successfully earning a giggle from you.

"There we go." Jeongin pulled you back to wipe your tears, "Now shall we work on this project, or should we work on how to set your boundaries?"

"But how do I do that?" You asked, listening intently to him, "How the fuck do I give up this stupid habit of mine which people have been praising me for so long?"

"Let's practice then!" Jeongin said in a cherry voice, immediately shutting his book close, "Let's say.... I'm someone who wants you to help me out with my homework, but in reality, you're gonna do all my homework. What do you say?"

"Yes..?" "No Y/N." Jeongin sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead, "You say no, cause you're not gonna help some dickhead complete his work when he's the one who needs to do it."

"Alright another scenario, what if... Your best friend wants you to come to a party with her just so you can play her wing woman, what do you say?"

"No, cause she needs to get her pussy inside some dick?" Your uncertain answer made Jeongin's face light up.

"Yeah good job! You're getting the point!"

After some more scenarios, in which much laughter was involved and your chemistry book lay depressed by the side, you got to know a lot more about Jeongin. Beneath all that dark leather jacket aesthetic, he really was an adorable little fox who apparently really liked fashion.

"Alright alright last scenario." Jeongin laughed after you told him the story of your childhood cat, Potato, "And this is important for you, as a woman."

"As a woman? Alright then." You said, still laughing.

"If a man ever asked to fuck you for his own pleasure, would you let him?"

"I mean unless it's you, no."

The silence that filled the room was unnerving, deadly almost. Jeongin stared at you, and you stared back.

"You want to do what to me now?" Jeongin smirked, adjusting his posture, which made him look slightly bigger.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"What didn't you mean, darling?"

His voice never failed to make you wet. And yet you didn't have your vibrator with you right now.

"I mean it's not like I want to fuck you, I mean I do! But I-"

"You're so adorable." Jeongin chuckled, leaning back against the bedframe, spreading his legs a bit further. You could clearly see his erection pulsing through the fabric of his pants, "Does my good girl need dick in her pants?"

Good girl.

One simple nickname and you wanted to be devoured by him, carnally, brutally as he could.

"Fuck me then." You stated, not breaking eye contact with his beautiful eyes, "Fuck me and show me how it feels to break the rules for one time."

"If you say so." Jeongin chuckled, placing his hands on your hips and leaning in close. Your noses almost touched and you could feel his fingers tightening around the fabric of your skirt.

He stared at you hungrily and took in your figure which was clothed in a normal shirt and your skirt, his eyes flicked down to your chest.

Jeongin passionately pulled you in for an open-mouthed kiss, you were taken by surprise and put your hands against his chest, to pull back slightly, but Jeongin held you possessively and deepened the kiss to taste your tongue with his tongue.

He broke the kiss with a chuckle and playfully pushed you back onto your pillow, he peppered your neck with kisses and warm sucks.

"Ah fuck Jeongin." You whimpered, feeling his bulge press against your pussy. He hadn't even done anything and yet the simple gestures turned you on like a sinner in church.

"Already darling?" Jeongin chuckles again, feeling positively elated at how innocent you were, "It's alright we'll take it slow."

Jeongin rests his hands on your hips more tighter and lays you on the bed, taking in your sweet perfume. "Your roomate isn't home is she?" Jeongin asked, wigh uncertainty, his fingers toying with the waistband of your skirt. You simply nodded no, too distracted by the impact his fingers had on your waist.

"Good." Jeongin ripped off your skirt with one tug of his skirt, making you gasp loudly, "Then this'll be easier."

He cups your tits and let’s out a deep groan. You move to grab at his shirt and pause, nodding a question at him. He nods back at you and his godly chest is revealed. You then move to grab at his belt buckle and after that your clothes get removed pretty quickly.

He leaned down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

Jeongin chuckled at your reaction. He lightly rolled your nipple in between his metal thumb and index finger. You gasped loudly when his fingers pinched your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. Both of his hands went down to your sleep shorts and pulled them down your legs, exposing your wet lacy panties to him. His fingers on his right hand rubbed your clit through your panties causing you to buck your hips against his hand, only for you to receive a smack on your inner thigh.

You squealed in surprise when he pinned you to the bed. He spread your legs, getting in between them. He rubbed his cock through your wetness before lining his tip up with your entrance. His tip alone stretched your pussy. He sinks his cock inside of you inch by inch. Your jaw dropped.

"Ah-ah big." You moaned, feeling him sink into you. You had never felt pleasure like this before. And you sure as hell loved it.

"Is that okay, darling?" Jeongin asked, raising a brow at you. He didn't want to hurt you or do anything that was out of his boundaries. But oh, did he love this.

“So fucking tight.” Jeongin groans, tilting his head back. Fuck, if only he had had this pussy before.

He whines and buries his head in your neck, alternating motions on your very stimulated clit, acting like he’s the one about to completely fall apart.

Once he was deep inside of you, he gave you a moment to adjust. You nodded your head, giving him permission to start thrusting. He starts thrusting pretty slowly, probably wanting to make sure you’re getting used to it, but his hand in your hair shows you that things aren’t going to be so tame for long. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you all at once.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, trying your best not to be loud.

“Such a little slut.” Jeongin says, amused that someone like you, someone so pure, could be like this.

His thrusts got more rough. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His tip hit that one spot inside of you repeatedly. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and squeezed it every time he hit that spot.

He doesn’t need another invitation, and you realize immediately he is not going to hold back as he grabs your hips with more force than before and slams inside you. His balls hit your clit over and over again, and you moan even louder, tilting your head so he can get the hint you want him to pull your hair. But he ignores it.

"Who knew a good little girl like you could be such a slut eh?" Jeongin whispers in your ear, making your cunt itch for him even more.

You whimpered in response. You slid your hand down to your clit and started to rub it in fast circles. Jeongin noticed and smacked your hand away, making you whimper.

Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm build up a second time.

“Jeongin, I’m— mhmm fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, darling.” Jeongin whispers in your ear, "Like the good girl you are."

His fingers gave your now sensitive clit a particular rough rub to help you chase your high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came harder than ever before. Jeongin’s thrusts became sloppy, feeling his orgasm approaching him.

You’re screaming before he can even finish as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced takes over your body. It’s a blinding pleasure you can feel everywhere: from your pussy to your head and even fingers. And the way he keeps thrusting in and out of you at the same speed prolongs it.

Jeongin couldn’t take it anymore. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His hand left your throat and went to the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before pulling out of you. He laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

"Oh fucking hell." He lets out a breathy chuckle, "That was fun wasn't it?"

"Thank you Jeongin." You pant, still not being able to understand that you just lost your virginity.

"No problem darling." Jeongin whispers, "Good little girls like you deserve the best heaven they can get."

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged send an ask my way!

[pixie-felix]

Last message for the night I promise. I'm so sorry for blowing up your inbox ;-; If this is bad I sincerely apologize. More better thoughts will come in the future

Dom!Innie: He may be the maknae and he def has a noona kink, but he likes taking care of you (as seen in previous conversations. It's giving service/soft dom. Turning off both your phones because you don't need that right now? Treating you to extra orgasms because you had a hard day/week?) He loves making you smile whether that means gifting you that dress you had your eye on or getting the dorm to himself for an at-home date. He does love having things to himself and that includes you most of the time. You're his sweet loving noona so it's unlikely you'll have to endure punishments. He's not one for edging, but thrives off your pleasure so he'd more likely be into overstimming you (he's confident you can give him one more). It fills him with pride that he can make you cum that many times, that he knows just what makes your legs shake, that you let him mark you up to his heart's content. He takes aftercare notes from you and you're the main person he enjoys skinship from so on long nights be ready for cuddles, kisses, and falling asleep with one arm around your waist locking you in place as the other traces your back.

--🍭

First of all, spam me. Spam me all day, every day, as much as you want. Every time I see your emoji in my inbox I do a little happy dance (very cool, I know) and find a quiet corner to huddle over my phone like some kind of smut goblin.

Secondly. You have never had a bad idea in your life. Stop such nonsense thinking. Or, just put your insecurities in my ask box so I can BEAT THEM OUT OF YOU WITH LOVE AND ENTHUSIASM BECAUSE YOU'RE BRAIN IS GREAT AND EVERYONE WHO IS COOL AGREES.

That was a little intense, I apologise. Threats of violence are my love language 🫶

Okay, so I've had this Innie headcanon in my brain for a while, waiting for the right moment to crawl out through my keyboard and into the wilds of Tumblr.

So, it seems in these scenarios we're making, we're basically poly with all of skz, right? The ballbusting one is my favourite so far. That is taking me places.

You remember how Innie (fuck it, I might start calling him Ayen too, that's such a pretty spelling, and it's accurate, I'm going off topic, shit) is your kiss and don't tell boy?

Well, there's one accidental exception to that rule.

Much like how Felix and Innie discovered about ballbusting because hyung line were discussing it?

Well, drunk!hyung line were discussing the inaccuracies of porn, and Innie isn't really listening because he's beating Lixxie at uno. So when a currently unidentified hyung starts bemoaning squirting as something that never happens in real life, I.N doesn't think twice before going "What are you talking about? Noona does that every time."

BOOM. ACCIDENTAL MIC DROP.

Chaos ensues. All the hyungs are pestering, nay, hounding Innie for the deets. Trying to figure out exactly. What. It. Is. that Innie does that causes the mythical squirting happen.

Felix is having a minor uno based breakdown, but tomorrow when he remembers the kerfuffle he might be brave and ask Innie about it. After all, they shared their first ballbusting together. That forms a bond, right?

Of course, Innie tells them nothing. And makes a point of never being around drunk!hyung line when they're discussing anything sexual henceforth.

Chan/Changbin/Hyunjin (+Han) are going to be going mad trying to figure it out. Hyunjin is definitely going to start "accidentally" walking in on you and the maknae a lot. Heck, maybe Chan will too. Suddenly, they're all doing your laundry for you, buying you silly little gifts, any little excuse to come into your room urgently.

Han: LOOK NOONA I BOUGHT YOU A CACTUS THEY'RE SO CUTE DON'T YOU LOVE HIM!? 🥰🥰🥰 (I feel like I read this in a fic or an smau, I'll see if I can find it to link up but yes hello if this is your fic/smau I've taken the idea from pls let me know so I can credit u 🫶)

Chan: Hey love, I tumble dried your pajamas. They're still warm so if you put them on now, you can be all cozy 🥰 Oh, hi Jeongin. Fancy seeing you here. Well, now that noona is getting undressed, who's up for a quick three way?

Changbin: I made you a protein shake now please may I bench press you 💪🙏🥰

Hyunjin: *bursts in* YANG JEONGIN YOUR SECRETS WILL BE MINE HOW DOES SQUIRTING WORK TELL ME NOW OR I'M GOING TO WALK INTO TRAFFIC

Lino "doesn't care". But he does start paying more attention to how you and Innie interact on a daily basis. For completely unrelated reasons of course.

Seungmin actually doesn't care. Because Seungmin is full of his own secrets... 👀 And because he's careful to never be around drunk!hyung line when they're horny. (I feel like there is a backstory as to why he avoids his drunk horny hyungs, but I currently have nothing for that.)

[number1jeonginstan]

A/N: I got a little bored, then I thought about fem!Felix and then I got carried away, but damn I need her in my life, like seriously, someone get me her, or fem!Innie and Minho because damn...

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Fem!Lixie x afab!Reader (WxW, if you don't like it, don't read!)

Warnings: Mommy Kink! Calling Lixie a whore once or twice, Kissing, dildo usage, fingering, oral (reader receiving)

“Hey, could I borrow a pen?” you asked the girl beside you. Her hair was in two small pigtails, freckles adorning her face. She was one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen, her smile radiating, she simply nodded, rummaging through her pencil pouch and finding a pen with a fluffy pompom. 

“Here you go” she whispered before continuing to write down what your professor was saying. You smiled back before going back to your own notes. 

As you guys were wrapping up, you turned back to her in an attempt to give her pen back. “You can keep it” she grinned, “it looks cute with you”

“Can I get you coffee as a thank you then?” you asked, not wanting her to walk away. “I’m Y/N by the way” you giggled as the two of you walked to the nearest coffee shop on campus. “I’m Lixie,” she said, her cheeks ridden with a slight blush. 

“What would you like to drink” you asked as the two of you set down your bags at a nearby table. “Anything with a lot of sugar” she replied as she took out her notebook. 

“You got it!” 

You came back to the table holding an iced americano for yourself, an iced caramel macchiato for Lixie, and a brownie for the two of you to share.

 “Here you go” You placed the cup in front of her as she took a sip you watched as her eyes brightened. “Is it good?” 

“So good, how did you know what I like?” 

“Just a guess” You placed the brownie on the table, already split in half as you sat down. “I brought this for us to share if you don’t mind” 

“Do you like brownies?” she asked as you took a bite of your own. You nodded a quick yes, covering your mouth with your hand as you continued to chew.

“I’ve been told I make the best brownies, if you ever want to come over, I can make them for you” 

“Really?” you asked, your expression a bit shocked. “Omg, of course, here give me your number and I’ll invite you over one day” 

She handed you her phone as you typed out your number, you didn’t see the slight glimmer in her eyes watching you. 

That was how the two of you’s friendship started. From that day, the two of you were inseparable. Whether it be going to the library together, or just getting coffee, or even going out to parties, the two of you were stuck like glue. It was to the point that you both had keys to each other's apartments. 

You barely ever put it to use, but since you forgot your laptop at her apartment last night after having your weekly binge-watching session and she wasn’t answering her phone, desperate times called for desperate measures. 

You entered her apartment, still smelling the scent of banana bread the two of you made last night as a midnight snack wafting through the air. As you walked to her room door, you heard slight muffles which you didn’t think much of. 

She must be showering, you thought to yourself. You heard some whimpers and even the sound of your name, but you were in dire need of your computer, so you pushed past it, opening her door only to see her on her bed, hands pinching her nipples as she was riding a dildo, moaning your name. 

“Fuck y/n~ need you so bad”

“Lix?” you gasped, watching her eyes shoot open, she quickly covered herself with her blanket, hiding herself. She slowly popped her head out, too ashamed to even look at you.

“How much of that did you hear?” she whispered, her entire face red. 

“Nothing, I promise. Unless you wanted me to hear?” 

You slowly walked up to her bed, lifting the blanket off her body, admiring it to the fullest extent. Her breasts were tiny, while her nipples were hard, just begging to be played with. Her cunt was soaking with the dildo still inside it. If you closed your eyes and listened, you bet you could hear the squelching of her cunt around it.

“Baby, be a good girl and get on the floor for me okay?” 

She simply nodded, removing the silicon toy covered with her juices. Before she could put it anywhere, you told her to hand it to you, and she complied. 

The toy itself was a bright hot pink, like everything in her room, and you felt your lips open at the look of it. She was easily taking this seven-inch thing inside of her. You were about to have so much fun.

She gravitated to the floor, kneeling in front of you, waiting for your command. She was fully naked, her juices running down her thighs. You let out a slight moan at the sight bestowed in front of you. 

“Fuck, you look so good, but let’s see how you taste?” 

You placed the tip of the dildo at your lips, groaning at the taste of her. You were already getting addicted, knowing that after you had fun with her, you were going to eat her out for hours. 

“Taste so good for me baby, so sweet all for me” 

“Just for you Mommy” Lixie replied, whimpering at the sight of you taking it in your mouth. She slowly began to press her thighs together, trying to relieve herself. You had come seconds before she was going to cum, stopping her from reaching her high. 

“Aww, kitten can’t control herself, can she? She’s just a dumb little girl”

“Yes Mommy, I’m just a dumb little girl, please I need you, it hurts so bad” she whimpered. 

You chuckled at this, telling her to get closer as you sat on the edge of the bed. You placed the suction cup of the dildo on the floor. “Be a good kitten and ride it for me okay” she simply nodded, slowly pressing the tip against her aching hole, moaning at the stretch.

“So big Mommy, feeling so deep in my cunt” 

“Yeah, my kitten is a little whore, taking such a big dick inside such a tiny cunt” 

“Yes, a whore just for you Mommy” she whimpered as she got back up before falling back down, riding it just like you had asked. 

“Such a good girl for me” 

You bent down a bit, capturing her lips with yours before deepening the kiss, your tongue dominating hers. Lixie began to slow down a bit, too entranced by the way your mouth felt on hers. 

“What did Mommy say, can’t you listen to simple rules, baby?” You grabbed her ass, kissing her lips again before slamming her cunt up and down the toy with your help.

“Fuck Mommy!” she screamed underneath you, “feels so good, wish it was you who was inside me” she whimpered, her walls clenching around the toy.

“Don’t worry, Mommy is going to be inside you soon, but first you got to help me” You pulled down your leggings, tossing them somewhere in her room before grabbing her hand and running it along your underwear. 

“Look how wet you make me, can you take care of Mommy while you ride your little toy?” you asked as she attempted to paw off your underwear. 

“Yes, I can do that for Mommy” she whimpered, the toy reaching a specifically deep part inside of her as she shifted to try and take your cunt in her mouth.

You sat in front of her legs spread open, your underwear hanging off your foot as she dove straight into your pussy. 

She was lapping up your essence through your folds as she was pinching her own breasts, moaning into your cunt as she kissed your clit. 

She hummed into your clit before slowly adding a finger to your hole. You could feel yourself clench around it, she was so skilled, her finger hitting that gummy spot inside you with just a few tries. 

You clenched even harder as she added a second finger, continuing to fuck herself on the cock below her, not slowing her pace down like before.

“So good for me baby, so good for Mommy” you moaned, grabbing her hair in your hands, and pushing her face harder into your cunt. 

The two of you were so close, her moaning into your cunt while fingering you while the cock inside of her was hitting all the spots it needed to. It only took another thrust of her fingers and a pinch of her nipples for the two of you to convulse, your thighs squishing her face as a creamy white ring at the base of the cock beneath her came to fruition. 

“Fuck Mommy, that was so good” she yelled as your thighs separated from her face. 

“Who said we were done, baby?” 

[evermoredeluxe]

rant ahead.

seeing people villainize omark is weird to me. like yes you can absolutely be mad at him for being condescending to imark or not seeing the full humanity of innies, but to say that he’s The Evil Character and having no empathy for him is not the point. you’re obviously supposed to have empathy for the innies (and btw i totally see why imark chose 10 mins in hell with helly over choosing doing what omark would’ve done), but that doesn’t mean that you can’t feel for the outies simultaneously.

i saw someone talking about how omark is a man in his 40s and was a history professor so he should’ve known better and not gotten severed etc, and yes while i may agree that falling for a capitalist company is not the smartest move and he created imark, he didn’t do it because he wanted imark to bear his pain; he actually did it so he imark could be pain-free! mark’s life was built with gemma, in losing her he lost himself, and he was literally an alcoholic and not in his right state of mind when he got severed. this cult company literally targeted gemma and him to be their test subjects and manipulated both of them. severance is obviously a controversial procedure in society in the show, but there’s still a side of society that is not necessarily against it because no one knows what goes on down there. lumon sold the severance procedure to omark in the prettiest wrapping paper. they told him his innie would be content and this is all for work/life balance and they told him that he is a person, his innie isn’t. they didn’t tell him the implications of their lies (which they actually believe to be true) about innie’s not being real people and being sub-human. ofc a smarter version of mark may have called bullshit on it, but he was literally down in the deepest dumps known to man.

omark made a mistake and currently he is failing to see his innie with humanity, but consider that gemma means more to him than whatever self-torture he is doing. people applauding odylan for seeing idylan and giving him agency (as they should!), but ignoring that that’s another man who chose to undergo severance, and so by their logic, he is evil too. what does that say about you view odylan’s intelligence? it’s a tv show, and yes omark is imark’s antagonist in ways, and typically the audience is supposed to hate the antagonist, but consider that you can have empathy for him and root for his happiness despite the fact that he made mistakes. it’s very human of him to make bad decisions after his loss and it’s okay to be gracious towards him.

same with helena btw. i absolutely think she is evil just by the virtue of being the eagan heiress. she literally chose to undergo severance to benefit lumon and spied on innies and assaulted imark and so much other fucked up shit. despite all of that, the audience is allowed to have sympathy for her and what she has gone through life with her father and how she has never experienced love, and also how she’s been brainwashed and indoctrinated since she was a child. would love a reality where young helena grows up and unlearns all the eagan bullshit, but that’s not the reality and we’re allowed to feel for her for that.

lastly, people pick and choose to fit stuff into their narrative. hating omark, but liking milchik? im not against liking milchik because he too is a victim and faces so many microaggressions and all, but he is still on lumon’s side so how do these people justify liking him? you are allowed to sympathize with the characters because they are all victims of lumon, it’s okay and it doesn’t make you a bad watcher with no philosophical knowledge or a bad human being with no moral code.

[abrthephantomq]

ohhh your tags absolutely intrigued me! would absolutely love to read more about your thoughts on severance as DID rep if you wanna share :)

Yessssss this is my current Roman Empire so THANK YOU so much for asking!

(spoilers ahead for the entirety of the show)

1. The switches between Innies and Outies. They're seamless - the way the camera focuses on their face changes - the fact they use a singular note to denote WHEN the change is occuring.

Some of us are programmed to switch "out" into the real world / body via music, for example. The fact that the innies are programmed to JUST the ding of the elevator makes it so they still have something musical to switch to but NOT like, a whole song with meaning is bc music, like all art, is political and even historical if you know the context in which that music was created in.

2. the fucking GLITCH NOISE when flashbacks are happening during "re"integration sickness. The fact that it's called INTEGRATION at all, honestly. Honestly this is a thing some of us experience when dissociative barriers within our mind are "failing." Like, the way it feels to watch those moments is very similar to how it feels inside our body when we get a flash of something we as a System forgot.

3. The process of Integration IRL is actually NOT the fusion of alters. It's memory sharing. It's processing trauma the body experienced via the different POVs who actually experienced / hold onto that trauma so that the Record Keepers / Body Interpreters (our personal terms for these roles) become aware of these memories, and the parts that held them can finally gain support in healing those traumas. Which is what we are seeing with the Re-Integration process. Which is why it's NOT Re-Integration. Innies and Outies clearly still remain "separate" in terms of who has control of the body depending on what environment they're in. We met Outie!Petey, not innie!Petey, for example.

4. Lumon being a Corporate Style Cult and abusing its severed employees (and NONsevered employees, when you consider the bullshit Cobel and Milkshake go through - and also Helena) is SO on par with what was previously referred to as RAMCOA. I think the term now is just Organized Abuse. Like. Harsh rules for everyone. You can see the cycle of Abuse in real time - the transference of anger. Milkshake can't retaliate against the Eagan top dogs but he CAN threaten Mark S, for example, and get WAY into his personal space to intimidate him and also fuck with him emotionally and mentally. It's SO good. It's so uncomfortable to watch but it's ACCURATE.

5. Going back to the seamless Switching. Yes, we get the camera shift and whatnot visually - but that's for the benefit of the audience. Same with the elevator ding cue. Mark S and Helly are the two best examples we have of this. There are huge ass SIMILARITIES between their Innies and Outies, yes. In terms of base personality traits and beliefs.

But Mark S wears his hair slightly different. Helena seems to prefer her hair pulled back and out of her face. These kinds of little subtle differences enhance the way ALL of the actors embody the different parts of their characters. ALL of them deserve all the awards for their acting, honestly. All of them.

6. Along those lines, the signs of bleed through or when one part is Passively Influencing the other. In ep 5 there were moments in Mark S seems to be in control but Outie Mark is bleeding through. Like, the vibe of Mark S the entirety of ep 5 isn't QUITE Mark S. Because Mark S has been violated in multiple ways at this point by Lumon - now including sexually! - and has experienced the death of one of his family members (MDR is def a family), and is grieving and confused and Mark's way of dealing with the death of someone he loves was to literally Sever himself so that there were hours of the day where he wasn't crushed by the weight of his grief.

I'm sure there's more but I just woke up (well, about an hour ago) and we have some Administrative Tasks that need to get done as well as self-care stuff bc this show is triggering in a GOOD way. It's triggering because I have experienced both what Mark S and Helly R are going through, as well as what Mark and Helena have.

The show is so good. It's so good.

[aunteutis]

so, thoughts on this episode (biiiig text post, spoilers for season 2, etc):

a lot of pieces moving around the table, so it looks like end of season is going to be HUGE.

also, i think the change of direction was noticeable, but appropriate: after all, a transition episode where characters are placed around for a big finale shouldn't be too flashy - otherwise it takes away from the big moments. and while personally i'm a fan of whenever electric guitars start raging, this quieter tone with a big focus on variations of the main theme suits this particular episode so much! and so great for the intense acting moments, or those short bits (helly's "what the fuck" made me cackle). ooooh how i love when shows understand pacing and know what they are and what they're doing. so, props to Uta Briesewitz there!

we didn't get a Burt+Irving in the end, and i was sad. but i guess that's the beauty of tragedy - maybe even foreshadowing?? after all, Burt is right: they HAVE TO separate and can never see each other again because Lumon is everywhere (big Orpheus and Eurydice vibes, hope this doesn't happen to Gemma and Mark). in any case, we got Radar moments. yes, i wanted them to run away together too. give my boy some treats, he just lost one father.

i feel this episode payed Dylan more attention, both innie and outie. my dude be having the roughest identity crisis and fighting HIMSELF for his own wife! crazy. and the fact that the revolution ENTHUSIASM ((not anger)) he used to have has been taken away from him to the point of resignation and effective suicide is worrying, because it has sort of happened in the background - although i do believe being rejected by his own wife was the last straw. while we as an audience were focused on reintegration, Lumon turned someone invested and ready to fight into an apathetic mess by putting what he's always wanted (knowing about his outie life, having a loving family) just out of his grasp. in between all the big plans and goat conspiracies and action, he's been sort of the show's middle child; and much like in real life, now we are jumping straight to the consequences, trying to go back and thinking "wait, when did he turn this way?". also, what the fuck was that elevator thing, they better not send him to the deeper basement.

as for Mark... he's like a beaten dog at this point. lmao. such a wet cat, a perfect little meow-meow both innie and outie. i'm SO VERY GLAD they are giving him a support network like Devon and even Cobel to get him to do stuff when he would probably go back, or freeze in anger. because let's face it, while the sci-fi element is so cool and new, Severance's success is the real, believable humanity of its characters. they're written in such a real way!! i care deeply for all of them!! and at this point, the most unbelievable thing for Mark to do would be to suddenly find the hero's courage and go get his wife and be decisive. my guy's a depressed, barely functioning alcoholic. he needs these intelligent, action-oriented ladies around, these certainties turned people to keep him on the right track. just as any of us would. so, very cool.

i'll keep Helly brief: she's been taking over Irving's revolution-leader role during the last two episodes, which i think suits her. and she's so right. what the fuck, indeed.

(also, it's been winter for two seasons now, and i feel like Jame Eagan's revolving is near. if it's something similar to my bringing-Kier-back-via-Eagan-consciousness-upload theory, it would be very cool for them to start season 3 during spring, with all that implies).

and laaaast but dearest MR. MILCHICK. YES. YEEESSSS. always going to love him. no matter what. because he has tried SO HARD to be the perfect Kier follower, the perfect Lumon employee. he has changed and betrayed every aspect of himself that he was proud of, and followed every directive, and delivered so many pineapples!!!! and for what? he has finally realized he is just an employee, and will likely never be more than that. he's not afforded any respect by his superiors, or his inferiors. i'm sure there's a race reading there, but i'm no expert or know enough, so i won't get into it. instead, my take is that he serves as THE example that following the rules and protocols will always get you the shorter end of the stick, because he will never reach a position where he's allowed not to do that. and the main reason for that is that he's neither an Eagan or the inventor of Severance, and he's willing to morph himself enough to lose himself in the company. and the tragedy is, he has been trained specifically to follow and treat these rules like gospel. while Irving had acquired religious fervor, Milchick was set to fail from the start because he was shown the other side. he was in on the joke just enough to get it, but never allowed to kick it with the big guys. so, seeing him refuse all of that was so... satisfying? endearing? especially after the whole ordeal with Ms. Huang, he was just SO DONE with everyone and everything. so perfect.

the only thing i wouldn't like to happen is him, Helena and/or Cobel getting a redemption arc. like, vengeance? anger? sure, maybe even believable. but conscious betrayal of your own god, religion and culture? helping Mark liberate Gemma? yeah, no, something very big needs to happen. Lumon has systematically brainwashed and stripped them of all normal morality and goodness, and now only mild discomfort and Kier's mission remain. they opted out of humanity with every step.

so! that was my review, i guess. if you read aaaall of this, get yourself a treat and a glass of water - i get too into it sometimes, and that was a lot (sorry). at the very least, it's out in the void now. the THEORY void.

kieers!💖

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Polyship Week 2024, Day Four: Let’s Dance (Severance AU)

We've reached Day Four of Valicer Polyship Week 2024, inspired by @polyshipweek, and our prompt today is "Let's Dance!" Because, while I don't talk about it as much as I used to, I am still a huge fan of my various ships dancing together. :D And I knew exactly what AU I wanted to pair the prompt with -- my new Valicer Severance AU! Otherwise known as "I Owe My Soul To The Company Store" after that one music video I reblogged. Severance the TV show has a rather iconic scene of the Innies getting a "Music/Dance Experience" in episode 7 (you can watch it here if you are so inclined -- warning, it takes a turn for the violent near the end, as one of the main characters is on edge after learning something interesting about his Outie's life the night before), so I figured this prompt would be the perfect opportunity to do my take on what an MDE would look like for my Innie trio. :) Hope you enjoy!

--

DeeedledeeedleeDIIING!

Smiler jerked their hands away from their keyboard, blinking. Across from them, Victor jumped, looking around. “W-what was that?”

“Sounded like it came from Smiler’s computer,” Alice said, getting up and peering over the partition separating their desks. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Smiler insisted, eyeing their set-up suspiciously. “I just sorted another set of numbers, and then that happened.”

“Well, you must have done something different.” Alice leaned on the partition, smirking. “Did the numbers make you feel a prohibited emotion? Ennui, perhaps?”

Smiler stuck out their tongue at her. “You know this entire job is one big study in ennui,” they said, studying their screen to see if there was anything new and exciting. There were the usual bins at the bottom, waiting to be filled with pointless bullshit; there was the giant field of numbers in the middle, a sea of remorselessly ridiculous digits; there was the name of the file at the top, the never-to-be-explained “Hill Valley;” there was the progress bar next to that – “Oh! I made 75%!”

“You – wait, really?” Victor said, getting up and coming over for a look.

“Yeah, look.” Smiler pointed at the bar. “Didn’t even realize...so I guess that was a ‘good job’ noise.”

“Huh – congratulations, then,” Alice said, looking slightly impressed despite herself. “First time any of us have managed that with a file – Wheatley!” she called over to their supervisor. “Smiler got 75% on Hill Valley!”

“They what?” Wheatley came zooming over on his rail to see, stopping just over Victor’s shoulder and making him duck out of the way. “Oh, look at that! That’s fantastic!” he declared, flexing his outer plates. “That means you, Smiler A., get an MDE!”

“MDE?” Smiler repeated, brow crinkled.

“Music/Dance experience! A five-minute dance party – DJed by yours truly,” Wheatley added, spinning on his rail. “Let me get the cart – just a moment!”

He zipped off, humming to himself. Smiler watched him go, then looked back at Victor and Alice. “I – I gotta admit, I’d kind of forgotten that was a thing,” they said, brushing their bangs out of their face.

“So had I,” Victor said, going back to his own desk. “Hang on, there must be something on it in the handbook…” He pulled it out of his drawer and flipped through it. “Here we are – yes, it’s the tier just below 100% completion and Cake Day. I’m not surprised we forgot, though – like Alice said, none of us have ever gotten that far on a file before.”

“They must have forgotten to expire yours before you hit the magic number,” Alice said, smiling. “Well, good to know that we can get rewards other than those stupid erasers and finger traps. Just don’t get your hopes up about the cake.”

“I won’t, trust me,” Smiler said, crossing their heart with a finger. “Besides, with our luck? I wouldn’t be surprised if they gave us a giant wad of tuna fish in the shape of a cake instead.”

Victor pulled a face. “If they did that, I’d burn this fucking place to the ground.”

“Can we get that in writing?” Alice asked, leaning on her hand.

Before Smiler could point out that there was no way any of them were getting access to matches anytime soon, Wheatley returned, followed by a little motorized cart that skidded to a stop beside Smiler’s desk, bearing a trio of cheap party hats in Aperture-approved orange and blue and a couple of speakers. “Here we are! Wouldn’t let me connect to it at first, but I had a few words with it,” he said brightly. “All right, so – just pick your genre of music and your accessory, and we’ll be off!”

“Accessory?” Smiler repeated – then jerked back as a drawer on the cart popped out practically into their lap, bearing a maraca, a pair of castanets, a party horn, a set of bells on a stick, and a single sad glowstick. “Oh. Uh – so – I just – pick something?”

“Yup! Grab your item, then you can choose your music,” Wheatley said, rolling his optic down toward a laminated list of musical genres lying atop the cart. “And then it’s party time! Wooo!”

Smiler snorted. “You’re happier about this than I am,” they noted, looking through their “accessory” options.

“Well, it does mean that I’ve been doing a great job as your supervisor,” Wheatley said, in a tone that said that if he had a nose, he’d be putting it in the air. “And besides, this isn’t like when you guys made those race cars out of office supplies, or went wandering off and petted those baby goats, or had your little make-out picnic in the kitchen. This is an Official Aperture Science Macrodata Refinement Incentive! Miss Glados can’t say a word about us taking five minutes to boogie!”

A grin slowly spread over Smiler’s face. “...that’s a good point.” Sure, corporate-mandated fun was probably far from the best fun they could have down here, but it was definitely the safest. And Smiler really enjoyed the idea of Miss Glados steaming over seeing them happy, but being unable to do anything about it. They picked up the glowstick and gave it a little shake, watching it light up a pleasant banana yellow (not that they ever remembered seeing a banana, but they were reasonably sure that was right). “This feels me.”

“It does,” Alice agreed, coming around to look at the list of music as the drawer retracted as violently as it had extended. “As for your music choices...you’ve your pick of Defiant Jazz, Bawdy Funk, Playful Punk, Wistful Pipes, Effusive Ska, Bouncy Swing–

“That one,” Smiler cut in with a nod, getting up. “This is supposed to be a party, isn’t it? Let’s have the happiest music we’ve got.”

“Sounds good to me! Now, everybody, this is in Smiler’s honor, but you should all feel free to get up and dance!” Wheatley announced, as if he was talking to a giant crowd instead of just three people. “Let’s get this party started!”

Right on cue, the lights dimmed, then started cycling through a rainbow of different colors as out of the cart’s speakers came the most upbeat, high-tempo music Smiler had ever heard. Not that they actually recalled ever hearing any music before, but that just made this tune all the more exhilarating, sending a thrill straight through their bones. Their feet seemed to move of their own accord, catching the beat and sending them spinning across the floor. Laughing, Smiler let their body take control, shaking their glowstick to the rhythm of the horns. Good to know some part of me knows how to dance! Would have been embarrassing otherwise!

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” Wheatley cheered, bobbing to the beat as best he could while Smiler soft-shoed about. “Come on, Victor, Alice! Not a party with just two people!”

Victor smiled awkwardly and began very tentatively to sway on the spot, raising his arms slightly. Alice, by contrast, immediately threw herself into the music, waving her hands in the air and doing some very interesting hops and skips around their cubicles. “What is that?” Smiler laughed, boogieing over her way.

“No bloody clue, but it feels right!” Alice responded with a big grin, grabbing their hands and swinging them around before flinging them away. She promptly bounced over to Victor, grabbing his hands in turn. “Come on – we know you can do better than that!”

“I don’t,” Victor said, though he did let Alice pull him forward, closer to the cart.

“Well, we wouldn’t actually know if you messed up,” Smiler pointed out encouragingly, making their way over and bumping their shoulder against Victor’s side before fluttering their eyelashes up at him. “Please?”

Victor snorted. “You’re very silly,” he noted, picking up the rhythm more as he moved from side to side. “Both of you.”

“That’s why you love us,” Alice said, twirling herself into his arms before gazing up at him adoringly.

Victor smiled down at her, then over at Smiler, freeing a hand to beckon them over. “Yes. Yes it is.”

Smiler followed his finger, their heart going all warm and runny at the deep fondness in Victor’s eyes, and the cheeky little grin on Alice’s face. Not for the first time (or the second, or the third, or the fiftieth), they found themselves wishing they could leave this stupid fucking office and actually go outside. Go live an actual life somewhere together, where there were windows and seasons and as few numbers as possible. Where they got eat things other than tuna fish sandwiches and do things other than sit at computers all damn day. Where they could be together without constantly worrying about cameras and Miss Glados and the Break Room. Where they could dance for more than five minutes to whatever music they liked.

But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, if ever. Not with everything they were owned by fucking Aperture and its goons. But they still had these five minutes, and Smiler was determined to make the most of them. They slid under Victor’s arm and snuggled up to him, slipping their free arm around Alice. She pulled them in close, and together they bobbed to the music, just enjoying each other’s company and the break from the endless sorting. One day, Smiler quietly vowed, glancing at their partners. One day, we’re getting out of here, whatever it takes. And when we do, the first thing I’m doing is dancing with both of you for real.

[ashlinxsloves]

1. It's actually Ashlin, therefore my username.

2. I am 18 :]

3. July 19th

4. I am a Cancer

5. I have a lot and it differs from time to time but rn dark cherry red and dark emerald green.

6. #3

7. Sadly no, but I'd love to have a cat!!!

8. The Philippines but I grew up in Poland.

9. 5'5 or 166 cm

10. 🤨📸 (EU40)

11. Oh, uh a few– I could count them in both of my hands. (I'd love to have more though, but shoes expensive BOI–)

12. I genuinely do not remember.

13. Uh, I guess I can draw, play the guitar craft my own jewellery in my free time.

14. Ehhhh– I did have a dream about my ex having a crush on my friend and I was right. Does that count?

15. I have a LOT– I can't just pick one. But atm? Lovesick by Laufey.

16. Also have a lot of favs. But uhhhhhhhhh– 13 going 30.

17. Tbh I'm not looking for anyone, but someone who'd accept me for me, does more than the bare minimum and someone I can rely on.

18. No.

19. Ehh, not really, I'm an Agnostic, so..

20. ^

21. A lot of times, sadly.

22. Only once, I was 15.

23. Uh, if we're talking Polish celebrities then yes but the super popular ones? No.

24. Showers. I don't have a bathtub and it's more efficient.

25. White with blue stripes and cats.

26. I don't think so, no. Well, aside from one tiktok that went viral in 2023, but that was ages ago.

27. No, not really. I'm a pretty private person irl and keep a small close friend group.

28. Rock, metal (any subgenre of metal and rock), jazz, classical music, and pop is cool too, I have a diverse music taste.

29. No, and I don't think I will 😐

30. Two and a couple of plushies

31. On my side.

32. It's a 3-room apartment, so I guess pretty spacious.

33. Differs, depends on what I have in my fridge.

34. No, but I'm planning to go to a gun range.

35. Once. It's fine.

36. Boop.

37. Fuck. (it's basic ik but you can literally use it after every word and it fits to the context)

38. 3 days.

39. A few..

40. No, I don't recall any.

41. Eh.. idk, depends on the thing I'm lying about.

42. I think so.

43. Yes, actually. It's really fun.

44. Ehh, depends on which language I speak.

45. Scottish, it's fun to do.

46. INFP-A.

47. I genuinely do not know.

48. Yes.

49. Innie

50. Left.

51. Yes.

52. Lasagna, sushi, pizza, etc. I have too many but that's my top 3.

53. What do you count as foreign? Every food is foreign depending on your location. But Pad Thai.

54. I'm a diagnosed Au-DHD, make of that as you will.

55. "Penelope, whyYyyy~ you know I'm too shy 🤭", "Who is that DIVAAAA–? 💅✨️", "bombastic side-eye"

56. BRUH, GURRLLL–, slay

57. About 30 mins to an hour depending on what time my classes start

58. 'Mnot sure.

59. Both.

60. Yes, a lot, actually.

61. Also yes.

62. Eh, I think I'd put myself somewhere in the middle.

63. FOMO (fear of missing out), and being left behind.

64. Am I a what?? But I'm guessing it means gossiper, eh, if the tea is hot, I spill and if it's actually interesting, other than that I don't gossip much.

65. Uhh.. I don't know what to consider as dramatic.

66. I have short hair that end somewhere my nape/crook of my neck. It's easier to maintain than long hair. I used to have long hair though.

67. Eh, if I tried hard enough.

68. Chemistry.

69. I'm an introvert that's pretty cheery and wild when I warm up to someone.

70. Sadly, no. But I'd like to try it.

71. Social cues.

72. I used to as a kid, but now? No. I like sitting in the dark.

73. Yes, if it's not rude to.

74. That's a secret :)

75. No. There's no point in ruining other people's lives with false information.

76. I mean I babysat.. does that count?

77. I live in a Slavic country, it's bound to happen.

78. Ew, no.

79. A childhood friend I think? I don't remember anymore.

80. Only my ears but I'm planning to get more this summer.

81. Rawr.

82. Idk pretty fast ig, depending on who I'm texting or what I'm typing.

83. I don't know, I don't run a lot.

84. Black (my roots grew out but I have cherry red hair atm)

85. Dark brown almost black.

86. Had a light allergy to cat fur, it's pretty much gone now.

87. Yes.

88. I prefer not to disclose that information on the Internet.

89. Eh.

90. Life, stupid people. There's a lot to be angry about but that's the tip of the iceberg.

91. It's okay. It's pretty long but I'm cool with it.

92. Used to, but I can't recall anymore.

93. Both, but I don't want kids so..

94. I'm reliable and willing to learn new things or from my mistakes.

95. I'm stubborn.

96. My mother gave it to me, lol.

97. How am I supposed to know that??? But I don't think so, no.

98. I already answered that at question #39.

99. Teal blue.

100. White.

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[innytoes]

"girl help I already have so much headcanons for this au I'm never gonna write" .... show us the dystopian headcanons, Inny

Okay so this dystopia was percolating in my brain for a day or two before I could get it out. It's inspired by a lot of different sci-fi things, the biggest being Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age and that lovely tumblr story about the 100 point children.

It's set on a big-ass space ship colony, and you need credits for everything. Like, your basic needs will technically be met (large dormitories in your assigned work department/orphanage, fabricated Nutritionally Perfect food but not very tasty food, standard issue clothing, etc.) but if you want more, it costs credits. Credits are earned by working and possibly citizenship points, like that creepy Black Mirror episode.

So having your own place costs credits, but so does having kids, like a child tax. Don't think about the horrifying implications of that if you're not able to pay, don't do it, it's a dystopia remember.

Reggie's parents were just barely keeping their head above water, possibly due to spending their credits unwisely, possibly due to it being a fucking dystopia and they need to keep a bunch of people in poverty for the system to run. You know... like capitalism.

It’s not like spaces are officially segregated and all, but if you try to go to a park in a richer area as a kid in the standard issue (free) gray uniform... you’re gonna get picked on. Reggie learns early on where he’s ‘allowed’ to be and where he isn’t. Besides, after he starts going to work with his dad it doesn’t matter much anyway. Sometimes he sneaks out to the parks in the evenings or mornings (when normal kids are at school or in bed and his dad’s shift hasn’t started yet) so he can play on the Good Swings and stuff.

Rose and Ray both have pretty well-paying jobs (Ray watches the radar for asteroids and stuff on the bridge, as well as being a photographer, and Rose reviews and translates station-wide communications as well as being a private music teacher). Their kids want for nothing, they have a nice house, they have enough credits in savings that they’re ready for pretty much anything.

So at the end of the month Rose browses the internal logs, looking for places to donate credits. Regular donations go to the orphaned kids, so they can go to school, and she’s been known to pay off bullshit fines (“a teenager played their music too loud in the park and now the parents are facing downsizing their unit size to pay for it? That’s bullshit!”)

She kind of stumbles on Reggie by accident, thinking someone messed up the age from 31 to 13 on Reassignment Job Board. (She’s a reviewer after all, she can send a quick message through Internal Comms and get it fixed before someone is reprimanded and loses credits for a typo.) Until she reads his profile and his answers and is horrified. She talks to Ray, and then to Julie and Carlos, and oops, guess they have a new son.

Carlos is stoked to have an older brother. Julie is kind of horrified to learn there are kids who don’t get to go to school at all because their parents don’t have the credits for it, so of course she says yes. 

-As soon as Rose and Ray have convinced Reggie that no, they did not take him in as some kind of live-in butler or cleaning service, but as a kid, they sit him down with a Pad and get him to pick out some stuff that costs actual credits for the fabricator to make. Reggie is very concerned, so he sorts from lowest-price and works his way up until he balks at the amount of credits. (Which is... pretty much anything that isn’t the standard issue uniform but in like a nice colour.)

When Rose catches on, she tells the Pad to hide the prices, take out the ‘sort by price’ option, and take out anything that doesn’t fit into ‘budget - kids’. Then she hands the Pad back to Reggie and tells him to try again. He can still sort by colour and style and stuff, but he can’t see prices. If he hits his budget, the things that cost too much turn red.

(He only figures that out because he adds something he knows is really expensive, like a hoverboard, to his basket, just to see where the limits of this ‘budget’ lie. And is then very flustered because hoverboards are very very expensive, so he’s allowed to pick out a hoverboard plus like, seven sets of pants worth of stuff?)

In the end, he picks out a lot of black. Because it hides stains, unless you’re cleaning with bleach, and also it’s what the pilots wear as their uniform and pilots are really cool. Black jeans (Ray and Carlos are wearing jeans.) Black shirts. Black shoes. But then he stumbles on a very soft looking red plaid shirt, and there’s an option to have the fabricator make a square inch of test fabric for free. And it’s so very, very soft. He rubs the fabric between his fingers while he selects that shirt, and follows the ‘more like this’ links to several more items. A hoodie. Some pairs of thick socks. A little black leather bracelet, which feels like the height of luxury.

His room already has a non-standard issue bed, desk, and dresser,  but Ray reassures him that he can pick something else and they can feed these to the fabricator to get back some of the credits if he doesn’t like them. (He does like them. They look like wood, and the mattress on the bed is so comfortable.) He picks out a thick blanket that’s fuzzy on the inside, and a lamp that looks like a floating moon, and then, because there’s still budget left, a little statue of a horse, just to have something to put on the dresser.

He picks out a nice soft green for his walls, with a picture of rolling plains with long grass and a forest to cover one wall. He and Carlos sit on his bed and watch as the nanobots convert the boring gray walls, and that’s pretty cool too.

-Yes he gets his own stocking and it’s full of fun things (Carlos is mad at his parents they got Reggie socks, but Reggie loves his new socks. They have little pizzas on them!). His favourite is the little cube that projects stars on his ceiling, though.

-Of course Rose and Ray get him a dog for Christmas. It’s been haunting Rose ever since she read his answer on the questionnaire. It’s the last present of the day, and when Reggie opens his eyes, he immediately starts crying.

Carlos is very worried that he picked the wrong puppy, but Reggie assures him these are good tears, even though he can’t stop crying. They end up in a family group hug for like an hour, the puppy crawling from lap to lap.

Reggie names him Cosmo and he’s all ready to get a part-time job to make sure he has enough credits to feed him until Rose says no, the dog is family too, you don’t need to worry about that, Reggie.

-Reggie gets to go to school and it’s kind of terrifying but also really interesting. His reading and writing classes are mostly with adults and older teens who are going through apprenticeships, so thankfully he’s not stuck with the four and five year olds like he was worried he’d be. His math classes are with other freshmen, since he’s needed numbers for his job and he already knows basic math.

He meets Luke and Alex and Bobby in math class, and Luke immediately grabs him to be their fourth on the little pod of tables, because he’s new and thus interesting and otherwise Nick might have asked to join their group.

-Reggie has no idea what’s supposed to be wrong with Nick. He seems nice. Later, Bobby whispers it’s because Luke is jealous of Nick because his crush likes Nick more than she likes Luke. Luke threatens to stab him with a stylus while Alex rolls his eyes and discusses the next question with Reggie.

-Reggie likes his new friends, even if he doesn’t always understand their references.

-Julie introduces Reggie to her friends as well. He and Flynn get along great, since she takes everything he knows and doesn’t know and says in stride. Flynn only sees Cool Opportunities to introduce him to stuff like ‘mixing 4 soda powders together before putting them in the hydrator’ and ‘hiphop’.

Carrie kind of scares him. She’s one of those people who has enough credits to shoot Reggie out of an airlock and still get away scot free, and sometimes she looks like she’s contemplating just that. She sometimes scoffs when he doesn’t know something or says something ignorant (or poor), but usually a glare for Julie or Flynn mellows her out. 

But she’s also the first to absolutely destroy some jerk who tries to make fun of Reggie for not knowing how to read. And when she learns that the clothes Reggie is wearing are his first non-free fabricator clothes, she drags him and Julie and Flynn to something called a ‘thrift store’. It has stuff that either wasn’t fabricated at all, but was brought here from colonies or even Earth. It had stuff that was limited edition and thus couldn’t be fed back into the fabricator. And stuff that was donated by people who either didn’t need to feed stuff back into the fabricator, or for some reason didn’t want to. Lots of designers apparently donated their collections to the Thrift Store.

And yeah, Rose and Ray gave Reggie an allowance but it wasn’t like he had a lot saved up. And what he did, some part of him still thought he should hold on to, even though he was pretty convinced Rose and Ray weren’t sending him back.

To which Carrie scoffed and was like ‘please my dad won’t even notice if I buy out this whole store, we are getting you a statement piece and that is final’.

They have a great time trying on all kinds of weird and wonderful and silly clothes, though. Flynn and Julie make him wear a fuzzy neon orange bucket hat and try to convince Carrie that This Is It This Is His Statement Piece, until she threatens to buy it for him and he scrambles to convince her he was just joking. The way she laughs at him doesn’t feel mean, and he lets himself laugh too.

He ends up falling in love with an actual, real, non-fabricator leather jacket that fits him like a glove. He even loves the smell of it, real and earthy. Carrie refuses to let him see the price as she scans the tag and pays for it, and he thanks her over and over. He even, in his best penmanship, writes her a thank you note (which he’s seen Carlos and Julie do to their grandparents on a colony when they sent Christmas presents) and gives it to her at school the next day.

He pretends not to see her tear up, and she pretends not to notice he spelled her name wrong.

-Reggie tries to contact his mom through the messaging system but all his messages get denied. He’s worried she’s maybe in trouble, so one day he puts on his old standard issue uniform and sneaks into the kitchens, only to find that his mom doesn’t work there anymore. She got a better job, one of her old coworkers says, and has a nice unit for herself now. Last time he saw her, she was eating out wearing some nice non-standard issue clothing, having cocktails with her new friends.

He doesn’t try and find her after that. He goes to his room and uses some of his pocket money to make the room soundproof and cries and cries until he can’t cry anymore. And then lies to Rose when she comes home and says he just had a frustrating homework assignment.

Ray sits with him that night and helps him sound out his reading, and doesn’t comment when Reggie maybe leans in a little. He even wraps his arm around him, giving him a little squeeze and a ‘proud of you, mijo’ when he finishes the chapter.

-Rose teaches him piano, and in his music class, he learns guitar. Luke is incredibly excited about that, and will let him practice on Luke’s guitar for hours, helping him adjust his fingers and showing him chords.

-Later he switches to bass, because Luke has talked about wanting to start a band, and they don’t have a bass player yet. He likes the deep tones, and Rose and Ray get him a bass guitar for his birthday.

-Birthdays! Who knew there was more to them than a little free cupcake from the fabricator? Not Reggie!

[sassy-seungmo]

ring pops-yang jeongin

jeongin x reader

major fluff

Your hand found its way into his, the lines that were engraved on his palms feeling as if they were a part of your own. He mindlessly began to trace circles along the back of your hand, not even glancing away from his conversation he was totally engrossed in as he did so.

“I can’t believe it's been so long and here you both are.” Felix said drawing you into a conversation so you weren’t just caught observing, though you would have had no issue simply admiring Jeongin for hours if it was an option. “Pretty much all of us don’t talk much anymore and here you two are.”

“You were the ones that joked about this all the time.” You reminded your blonde high school friend who you hadn’t seen in so long, side hugging him with the arm that Jeongin wasn’t hanging off the end of. “You’re going to get married and everything.” You mocked your friends in a high voice.

“Well, we told you so.” Felix said, referring to the ring sitting on your finger that had taken its rightful place there about 3 months prior. “Remember when he proposed to you as a joke with a ring pop that one time.” You smiled fondly at Jeongin, remembering many moments in which he would fake propose, in his words, to prepare for the real time. Where he still, though he wouldn’t admit it, got completely choked up.

You sat down at the table beside Jisung who was telling a story, his arms waving around animatedly as Hyunjin was watching with just as much wonder in his eyes, the pair always seeming to match each others energy. An energy you really were not feeling like meeting at all after the day you had, had.

“Do you guys know where Jeongin is?” You asked the moment Jisung took a breath, admittedly longer then you had anticipated as he never seemed to stop firing words from his mouth.

“Caught in class I think, when I walked past him and Seungmin were still sitting at the table.” Chan commented helpfully when everyone else shrugged. “Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah,” you halfheartedly gave him a tired thumbs up which did absolutely nothing to convince him that you were doing okay. “Just want Jeongin.”

“You guys are gross,” Felix shook his head. “You know he never wanted any hugs before he met you, not from any of us.”

“Lix is just angry that Jeongin always rejects him,” Chan said patting the younger boys shoulder as Felix’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek and his eyebrows raised, a habit he always seemed to have when he got mad.

“He’ll get over it,” you shrug too tired to care much about your cuddle bug friend. Instead you turned your head away from the commotion and rested it against the table, closing your eyes to rest as much as possible. Blocking out all of the surrounding sound, and there was plenty.

When after a few minutes everything fell silent and you felt dozens of pairs of eyes on you, you finally looked up and locked eyes with Chan who smiled as he pointed behind you.

“Innie,” you said before you had processed the fact that he was dramatically on one knee, holding out a ring pop in one of his hands. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Asking for your hand in marriage,” he smiled cheekily, his eyes disappearing as his smile only grew at your bewildered expression. “If you’ll take me my love, if not I have other options of course.”

“Stop being stupid,” you whined and he almost looked offended for a second. “Of course I’m saying yes, no one over there is going to be your back up option.” He laughed his breathy laugh as he dramatically slipped the ring on your finger, sitting down right beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“One day you’re going to have an actual ring from him, and we’re going to have to listen you two brag about it everyday.” Minho complained as if he was dreading the day that it would come.

“How did he do it?” Felix questioned at your reunion, all too interested in the ring. Even he had to admit that Jeongin had made a good choice on the diamond that glittered brightly upon your ring finger.

“We were just having lunch one day and when he asked if I wanted anything else and I turned around to answer he was on one knee,” you responded reminiscing, you had always thought that you had wanted a dramatic proposal yet nothing could have felt more perfect then the intimate moment shared purely between the pair of you.

“I thought she might have said no when she didn’t reply straight away,” Jeongin mused, joining into the conversation, as well as gently pulling you closer by the waist. “Thankfully we’d rehearsed before.”

“Still as gross as I remember, are we all invited to the wedding at least?” Felix questioned, despite the group having been split up for a while you all knew that they at least deserved to attend the event having been in front row seats to your relationship for a long time.

“I was actually going to give you this,” Jeongin confirmed handing a ring pop over to Felix with details for the wedding all on the wrapping. The blonde boy laughed at the fond memory ruffling Joengin’s hair.

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[simonalkenmayer]

okay but why is it hard for you to understand that referring to a trans mans genitals as "female" might be perceived as transphobic? terms like afab and amab can be useful in some contexts but youre using them as a replacement for "female" and "male" otherwise you would not be referring to the bodies of people assigned female at birth as "female" and claiming that "amab people" have male privilege. you arent using them to describe any oppression. "im more attracted to afab people" is transphobic

*pinches bridge of nose*

This is the last time I'm replying to you so pay attention.

I refer to genitals the way science does. Would you prefer I say Innie and Outie? Would that assuage you? Yes, I comprehend that "female" and "male" might be traumatic for trans people, as it is indeed traumatic for me, but guess who wrote the only words we have for discussing sex characteristics? Cis het doctors. There are only so many words. Robert Stoller, whose work was the first to treat sex and gender as "two different orders of data", in his book Sex and Gender: The Development of Masculinity and Femininity, uses the term 'sex' to refer to the "male or the female sex and the component biological parts that determine whether one is a male or a female". But fine! I WILL FOREVERMORE REFER TO "MALE" AND "FEMALE" SEX CHARACTERISTICS AS INNIE AND OUTIE. JUST FOR YOU.

I did not use AMAB and AFAB to mean male and female. I used them exactly as the abbreviation states. "assigned male at birth" or "assigned female at birth". Go read my post again. I said AFAB people have been oppressed for having perceived innie genitals. Who were they primarily oppressed by? The people who had the dangly parts and the ones with the innie parts who bought the lie.

I never said anything about whom I prefer sexually...so why did you even bring that up, eh? Must preoccupy you somewhat. In fact, I have no preferences at all, except that they have reasonable intellect and be a decent fucking person. I'm afraid you're disqualified, which I know hurts your feelings, but since you're here all the time anyway, trolling me on a constant basis, it really won't matter how many times I reject you, will it? You'll still come back to vex me because internet harassment and bullying are how you get your jollies! What I did say, is that I prefer dealing with AFAB people in a patriarchy. As in, I prefer dealing with the oppressed and not the oppressors. I like to eat oppressive people. But to put a point on it, are you saying it's wrong for someone to physically prefer interacting with innies versus outties? People aren't allowed to choose what attracts them physically? That's transphobic? Seems a bit oppressive to me.

Are you suggesting AMAB people don't possess male privilege in a patriarchy that identifies oppressors based on their outties? Clearly a trans woman would struggle and have to deal with constant transmisoginy, but are you suggesting that if she, out of fear perhaps, decided to live pretending to be a man, she wouldn't have any rights AFAB don't? She wouldn't want them, I daresay, but it doesn't mean she wouldn't be handed them so long as she conformed. Same goes for trans men forced to pretend at being female, among cis women who have internalized misogyny. Of course he would cope with constant horrible trauma, but he'd likely be pushed into cis female spaces, sometimes even as punishment. I think it's a bit naive to assert that there wouldn't be some distinction based on innies and outties given how much importance is placed upon them by patriarchy. Doesn't mean they want it, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt them or traumatize them, but it most certainly exists. And you're ignoring the intense social complexity of "passing" and the ridiculous emphasis placed on it so that trans people can survive navigating a patriarchal society that places such emphasis on assumptions of genitals.

In short, my dear stalker, you are not educated. Please go read the aforementioned book.

[sailorhyunjinz]

SAW THAT DRUNK FLUFFY HEADCANNON. NOW DO A ANGST SMUT VERSION OF IT OR WHATEVER SIS. LEZ GET ETTTT SKRRTSKRTTTTT

Please. 🥺

LEZ GET IIIIIIIIIIT SKRTSKRT (I CANT)

some of these are both smut/angst and others only smut or only angst OK? ok

SMUT AND ANGST VERSION WOOP now we’re talking bby

warning; SMUT/ANGST. gn!reader x skz. subxdom, use of alcohol, sex under influence, minor injuries, penetrative sex, degradation, punishment, nicknames, choking, mentions of blood, slight dacryphilia, mentions of tobacco

Bangchan

he’s more pouty but seeing you with scraped knees makes him mad

mad because he cares so much about you 

“y/n you’re being stupid”

you fall into his arms, just as mad back at it

“if im so stupid then leave” 

he looks at you, dumbfounded but then mad

“fine, then i’ll leave” he says, clearly hurt by your words but holding tightly to his pride, storming off.

as the door closes you panic, feeling lonely and paranoid at the same time

you never really being good with alcohol anyways

so him leaving you in this vulnerable state made you feel,,, bad :((

you run after him and eventually catch up 

right as you get to him you stumble, scraping your knee and your hand

he turned around quickly, filled with worry but also pure rage

“you’re so stupid y/n” he says leaning down and looking you into your glossy eyes

“h-help me channie” you say, your voice frail

he sighes, picking you up and the two of you going back home

Minho

be scared be real fucking scared

you aint walking for a week nuh uh

fucks you DEEP 

deeper than ever

boy is mad as fuck, he just lashes out on you for being so stupid as to walk home alone in the middle of the night. 

he complains and scolds you whilst he’s railing you oop

“fucking stupid, walking like that all alone”

you are practically crying underneath him, not sure if it’s from him scolding you or from how DEEP this man goes 

pounding some sense into you LMAO

lots of choking OOF

denying your orgasm until you’re crying

“yeah thats right, cry for me” (lmao cue twice)

NAH BUT A SWEETHEART AFTERWARDS I PROMISE 

Changbin

“what if you get injured y/n?” he says, holding your hand on your way home

“i didn’t!” you say confidently 

“then whats that?” he says, pointing at your bleeding knees

“n-nothing” you say, limping forward

“should listen to me more” he says quickly, puffing his cheeks in frustration

“i do listen, just,,, just let me have f-fun!” your head spinning. 

“but thats not having fun y/n, thats called being stupid and destroying your health” he spits on the ground

“alright then let me, not like it’s affecting you in any way” you slur out, changbin looking at you through hooded eyes as he exhales loudly

“maybe if you’d stop being drunk all the time you’d actually see how it is effecting me” he says, letting go of your hand causing you to stumble over your own legs

you hit the cold concrete in the dark as he walks home

“come back when you’ve thought about your actions”

Hyunjin

he paces back and forward in the hallway, waiting for you

the door creaks open and you, looking like a mess, appear infront of him

“where were you? i was worried sick y/n! you cant just do-”

“shush,,, i want a,, a hug” you stammer out, getting closer to him and smelling of cigarettes and alcohol

he pushes you away, glaring at you through dark eyes

“do you even care about me?” 

you tilt your head, feeling more unstable for every second that goes by. 

“of course hyunnie!” you smile lazily at him 

but he’s not buying any of it

i feel like he holds grudges for a long time??? idk just me??

“i’ll sleep on the couch, dont come close to me”

bruh his voice and tone is so cold, it send shivers down your spine

you nod, tears bubbling up in the corners of your eyes. 

Jisung

“im not helping you!” jisung says, you rubbing your thighs together, always feeling needy when drunk

“pl-please sungie, i-i wont drink ever again i-if you help,,, me”

he cocks his eyebrow at you, licking the inside of his cheek

“mhm.. you think im stupid enough to fall for that? what do you really think of me babygirl/babyboy”

you scratch the back of your head, not knowing what to answer

“y-you fell for it last time~”

he scoffs, pissed at the fact that you came stumbling through the door in the middle of the night

him waiting for you and being filled sick with worry

he leans closer to your ear, feeling the smell of liquor 

“why should i help you? sluts like you dont deserve me”

you whine at his words, not helping with your neediness

“please,, jisung i,, just help me!” you were started to get pouty to which he chuckles

“beg nicely”

Felix

“where were you”

his voice is like LOW low

he sits with his legs spread apart

bruh his gaze?!??”! its like black, just blank

you try to ignore him, shuffling around awkwardly but only stumbling from being drunk

“sit” he pats his lap you gulp, having no other choice but to listen

you sit down on his lap

your eyes are running all over the room, looking everywhere but at felix

“was my slut out drinking?” 

BRUH YOU JUST STARE AT HIM

he only says that when he’s mad, ONLY

so now you’re scared but you nod, barely having your eyes open

he hums, his voice vibrating through your ears

“you agree, you’re a slut?”

you nod again and before you know it theres a hand wrapped around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you feel even more lightheaded. 

his mouth gets close to your ear

his warm breath desending down your cheek

“dont make me do this kitten”

Seungmin

frustrated 

he gets a call from one of your friends that tell you that you’re passed out on the street

he picks you up, you barely standing on your own two legs and the entire way home he didnt say a word

as soon as the door to your home closes he starts yelling at you

“dont you have any thoughts in that dumb head of yours?”

you start tearing up from his loud and stern voice, leaning against a wall. 

“i-im sorry minnie” 

that being the only sentence he understood, the rest sounding more like blabbering

“are you really sorry y/n, are you??!”

“y-yes,,, just tired~”

without saying anything more he grabs his jacket and leaves

slamming the door behind him

at first you dont understand but then the silence takes over, leaving you wrapped with a lonely blanket as tranquility

“m-minnie?” you call out as if he was still there but being met by nothing but pure silence

you slide down against the wall, crying as seungmin peeks through the door, feeling bad for making you cry 

Jeongin

“enough”

he grabs the bottle from your hand, placing it beside him as the two of you were drinking at home. 

“but whyyy?~ we were just getting started innie~”

he looks at you with a puzzled expression

your cheeks flaming hot and your eyes drooping down

“cant you just stop y/n?”

you meet his brown eyes, not understanding what he meant

“hm? whatchu mean~?

he sighs loudly, seeing you roll around on the floor

“why can’t you just control yourself? why do i always have to take care of you?”

you laugh, your thoughts gone with the wind

“thats funny innie!”

poor boy gets frustrated and lays down, hovering above you

“is it funny if i do this?”

he kisses you, slowly trailing his fingertips downwards

OK I HAVE ONE REQUEST LEFT IN MY INBOX SO GOTTA DO THAT!! and after that im gonna start posting/working more on fics even though... i feel shit about writing fics because they never turn out that good huh.... AH WELL at least im trying T-T 

hard/soft thoughts are always welcome ><

[channiebbang]

karma

synopsis: seungmin can't overcome the guilt that deceiving y/n has brought, realizing his true feelings for the girl he wronged. or alternatively, where y/n stands for self love and rejects seungmin. (part 2 of bet)

characters: Seungmin, Han, Felix and Main Character

pairing: regretful!seungmin x maincharacter

genre: angst

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none

requested: yes

author’s note: a few of you requested a part two of the seungmin fic 'bet' so here it is hehe i really like how this turned out to be. i know you wanted me to make y/m this badass bitch and as much as i wanted to write her like that that's not really how she is for this fic. however, i hope you like how she still stays put on her new boundaries and her need to make the better decision for her own good instead of running on possibilities. ANYWAYS! i hope you enjoy this, let me know how you like it and if you like it 🥺💛

"did you order, yet?"

seungmin's eyes left the menu board above and set on felix beside him.

"oh, you're here? not yet," he responded looking back at the board, "what do you want?" he asked. felix hummed before quickly deciding as they stepped up to the cashier.

"hello, are you ready to order?" the guy asked. the two friends ordered before stepping to the side to wait for it to be ready.

"have you looked around the campus yet?" felix asked as he leaned back to the counter top, seungmin shook his head.

"not yet, but i walked by a few nice places to eat. i might show chan later," he snorted, felix nodded a small smile pulling at his lips. a comfortable silence fell on the two before felix cleared his throat, thinking if he should bring it up or not. fuck it, he thought.

"have you heard about y/n?" he asked cautiously. seungmin's head snapped towards the black haired boy, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"what about her?" his voice came out small, throat drying up as felix looked away in thought again, before turning back to him.

"you do know she's here too, right?"

seungmin nodded, waiting for felix to continue. he wanted to believe he didn't care anymore that she was going to be closer to him, he wanted to believe he was over her, that he was over the wrongs he did. that's what chan talked to him about when him and the boys chose the university. the oldest wanted to be sure seungmin was fine before anything.

"i know, it's going to be okay," he muttered just as their order was called, promptly making felix close his mouth just as he was about to call out the other on his bullshit.

there came some advantages in living with your bestfriends but with those advantages came disadvantages too, and for seungmin it was the process of having to realize the grave mistake he did when he hurt y/n. because as he came to the realization that he was utterly and completely neck deep into his feelings, his friends saw him come to the conclusion too. they had to watch him close himself in self hate and regret, had to see the countless nights he would stay up drowning in school work and assignments that weren't due until the next month, or the nights he would stay up staring at the tv screen in the living room as he took his mind off of his thoughts.

they had never spoken about it but they and seungmin had come to terms with the truth, until one day chan had had enough and sat everyone down and spoken about the elephant in the room.

that was how seungmin broke down and told them about his regrets and how much he missed y/n and how much he wished he didn't play with her, because in the process of playing with her he played with himself and lost who cared about him dearly when he couldn't care about himself.

kim seungmin had fucked himself over with his own hands and he didn't know how he could make it better.

-

"this looks good for now," y/n stepped back, her back against the door, as she rested her hands on her hips.

"good? this looks more than good enough! thank you so much for the help!" her roommate exclaimed from beside her. y/n chuckled as she nodded to the girl.

"thank god i have you as my roomie and not someone hard to communicate with," y/n bumped her shoulder with the girls as she smiled big.

"for real, i was so scared," eunsoo held her hand against her chest as she spoke. y/n nodded her head when the sudden sound of knocking made the two turn her their heads to the closed door.

"oh, that must be my boyfriend," eunsoo muttered in thought before turning to the girl beside her, "do you mind if he comes over? i didn't even ask for your permission," her voice laced with apology and y/n shook her head before taking her newly dark brown dyed hair out of the messy ponytail.

"not at all, i'm super chill about it," she chuckled as she moved towards her own bedroom and grabbed her water bottle on the way out. eunsoo thanked her before she walked out of room to open the door.

"hi" her voice chirped as she threw her arms around the boy and y/n smiled softly as she heard them talk outside.

"hey," eunsoo spoke from the doorstep, y/n hummed as she looked over.

"come meet him?" the girl asked and y/n smiled as she nodded.

"i hope i don't scare him away from you, i kinda look like shit," y/n giggled as she walked with eunsoo, the latter assuring her she looked just fine.

the boy stood with his back towards the two, his head down as he typed on his phone, bleached hair covered by a hat put on backwards, when he heard someone call his name.

"sung," eunsoo, pulled at the bottom of his tee and he turned around, putting his phone away, his lips pulling on a smile right away.

"jisung?"

his eyes snapped up towards the girl beside his girlfriend at the new voice. only it wasn't all that new. his eyes widened in suprise.

"y/n?" he muttered, mouth agape as y/n's lips slowly pulled into a wide smile. it took a moment to process but soon his lips lifted in a smile too. eunsoo looked between the two with big eyes.

y/n took a few large steps before throwing her arms around the boy, squeezing the life out of him, jisung doing just the same as he laughed out.

"i can't believe this!" he chuckled as y/n pulled away, only to carefully looking him over, "i knew you were here, but what were the odds?" he shook her by the shoulders as she nodded, eyes shining.

"uhh you guys know each other?" eunsoo asked in a small voice, surprised her very introverted boyfriend was being this friendly with someone. the two turned to the girl.

"are you kidding? this is the y/n," it was jisung who spoke, his eyes trained back on the girl as y/n looked at eunsoo. the latter's eyes widened.

"y/n? you mean y/n y/n?" she asked and jisung nodded.

"i'm assuming that's me," y/n chuckled as she looked back up at jisung, her eyes flickering to his hat before she leaned back to take a look of the front.

"you still have that?" she asked as she nodded to the hat and jisung took it off before putting it on the right way, smile big on his lips.

"off course i have it," he grinned and eunsoo rolled her eyes.

"he washes it every month diligently, it's surprising how much he cares about a hat but i understand now," she giggled as jisung pulled her to his side and ruffled her hair before throwing his arm around her. y/n smiled fondly.

"how are the guys? is innie doing good?" y/n asked and jisung nodded.

"everyone's okay, jeongin is coming here next semester, he's graduating early," he smiled, remembering y/n's attachment to their youngest friend.

"who else is studying her?" she asked overwhelmed by the reunion. after all these were the only people she could call her own, even if for a short while and even after what happened.

"everyone; me, hyunjin, changbin, minho, channie, lix, seung..." jisung's eyes snapped to y/n's quickly before she nodded, smile never faltering, "seungmin too," he cleared his throat. eunsoo poked his side softly as a warning. even after knowing her for a short while, she too already felt an attachment to y/n. the feeling of shielding her from bad memories had her feeling defensive to the girl. y/n's eyes picked up their behavior and she smiled gratefully.

"it's okay ji, i'm over it," she assured the boy and he looked her in the eye, to make sure she was telling the truth and she nodded, already knowing. jisung smiled.

"i'm glad you're doing fine, y/n," he spoke softly and eunsoo, feeling the serious turn of the conversation, excused herself saying she would bring something to eat for the two and slipping into the small kitchen area. y/n nodded at the couch as the two sat down facing each other.

"really, we're all glad you're doing okay," jisung smiled at her and she nodded.

"it wasn't easy," she started, "but i'm okay now, i accepted what happened and moved on, i'm doing better," she told honestly and jisung nodded. he contemplated if he should say it, if he should tell her about seungmin and he decided his friend needed the closure, and a little push never hurt.

"seungmin...he," jisung started slowly, carefully approaching the topic, eyes trained to her face to catch any sign of discomfort, any sign he should stop speaking about him, before continuing, "he regrets it," he concluded and y/n nodded.

"he regrets it a lot y/n," jisung took a deep breath as he played with his fingers, "doing what he did, did more damage to him than he could understand," he confessed and suddenly he felt too stuffy, just remembering what his friend had to go through for his own mistakes. he took a deep breath, "he lost himself for a while before chan had to slap him out of it. quite literally," he chuckled and y/n smiled.

her heart hurt at the new information, she wished seungmin had better days than she had, she wished it was worth it, what he did to her. she didn't wish for him to go through what she went and she certainly didn't wish for him to regret what he did. she wished he didn't break down. and she wished she could careless but she knew she wanted him to go on. after all she loved him at one point.

loved. she had loved him, yes, but not anymore. she moved on. her heart didn't belong to him anymore and her heart didn't hurt because of him anymore either. she could only wish the best to him.

-

it was on the last day of orientation week, when the campfire in the soccer field was held, that minho brought y/n up.

"so who was gonna tell me y/n was here too?" he asked, sass in his voice, as they all were around one of the many fires around the field.

that brought everyone's attention on the guy, changbin throwing him a really? look.

"what? i had to know that only because i saw eunsoo walking around campus with her and they were gone before i could say hi," he pouted, looking away. chan sighed, seungmin clearing his throat out of discomfort. jisung looked away.

"sung, did you see her?" hyunjin asked and jisung cursed under his breath before nodding subtly, his eyes not meeting seungmin's.

"you did?" seungmin asked, surprise in his voice as his eyes widened and jisung sighed.

"yeah," he met seungmin's eyes, "eunsoo and her are roommates," he muttered as he looked down at the cup he was holding.

"roommates," seungmin repeated and before he could say anything a voice interrupted them.

"hi guys!" eunsoo's chirpy voice greeted the circle as she stepped up to it. she waved at everyone as she pressed a kiss to jisung's cheek. their eyes shifted to the person behind her as she threw an awkward smile.

"hey," y/n waved unsurely. the boys gaped for a few seconds before everyone reacted all at the same time. gasps and sounds of surprise going around as they all greeted the girl and asked how she was. everyone but seungmin.

seungmin sat there, mouth hanging open, as he stared at the girl he deceived and he felt a strange feeling go through his body. she looked absolutely stunning as she smile at everyone, as she greeted everyone with the same enthusiasm he remembered her having.

he returned back in the moment when her eyes met his. she had greeted everyone but seungmin, and her lips pulled in a tight lipped smile. she told herself to calm down, she reminded herself that she had forgiven him a long time ago. be the bigger person, y/n, she told herself.

"hello, seungmin," she nodded his way and he sent a smile back, a subtle one.

"hey," he muttered before reluctantly looking away.

-

y/n sat between eunsoo and changbin as they made casual conversation. sweets in front of each one of them as they made sure there were no awkward silences.

y/n kept herself busy in the ongoing topic, making sure she didn't stray her eyes on seungmin for too long, unless he was talking or being talked to, in which case she would look away with the excuse of eating another spoon of her chocolate mousse.

no matter how much she had forgiven, she hadn't forgotten what he did to her, and as much as she wanted to just throw it out if the window and go back to before, she couldn't. she had come a long way to fall back now.

the days she had spent locked up in her apartment in self pity and anger. anger at how gullible and naive she had been. how she ignore what everyone said when it was right in front of her. she told herself that no matter how much she loved the boys she couldn't get too involved with them anymore, not again. not if she cared about her own self. she couldn't throw water on all her efforts just like that.

"alright guys, me and minho gotta leave," chan sat up in his chair, looking at his phone before smiling around the table. there were a couple of protests before the older chuckled. chan faces y/n as he stood up, stretching his arms and legs.

"it was nice seeing you again, y/n," he smiled warmly, and y/n nodded, "i'll see you around campus," he ruffled her hair before he left with minho.

"well, i'll be going too," y/n announced timidly, getting her bag from the back of the chair. eunsoo turned to her, brows furrowed.

"oh? already?" she asked and y/n smiled nodding.

"i have some stuff to sort out at the main building," she stood up and eunsoo nodded bidding a small goodbye and telling her she'll meet her back at the dorm. y/n waved at the people at the table.

"let's meet again sometime," hyunjin smiled brightly at her and y/n chuckled, nodding.

"bye, guys," she stepped away from the table as a bunch of byes were heard.

-

she was just outside the doors when she heard her name being called and her hand that was holding her phone, tightened around it. she took a deep breath before turning around and looking up to the one person she managed to interact the least the whole afternoon.

seungmin stopped a few feet away from her, eyes trained on her and y/n didn't want to remember but the setting looked a little too similar to the night it all fell apart. she took a deep breath as she painted on a smile.

"yes?" she waited for him to say anything.

"i.." he stammered, suddenly not knowing why he had followed her out. he knew he wanted, no, needed to apologize but he didn't know what he was hoping would happen. redemption? reconciliation? forgiveness? his words died down on his throat as she stood waiting. when he hadn't gone on after a few minutes she glanced down at her phone again.

"is it important? my uber is gonna be here in a bi-," she looked back up at him.

"i'm sorry," he blurted out all of a sudden shutting up y/n. she stared at him, not knowing what to say. seungmin took this as his que to continue.

"for what i did, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have lied to you. i know i'm late b-but i needed to let you know," he took a deep breath before continuing, "i tried calling your old number but it didn't reach, and then i found out you had changed it and i couldn't contact you anywhere, but that's beside the point. the point is, i'm so sorry for what i did. you didn't deserve any of that. you were always so caring to me, you were always there whenever i looked over, you never wanted anything bad for me, i-i," he choked up before clearing his throat, "i fucked up so bad and for what?" he chuckled bitterly and y/n went to reach out out of reflex but she held herself back, told herself no.

"seungmin," she softly called his name and his eyes met hers, slightly damn, like that one time she had seen him overworked with homework to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, and her chest tightened, but she took a labored breath it, "i forgave you a long time ago," she smiled and seungmin's brows furrowed as he went to protest before she continues, "really, i forgive you," she assured.

"still," seungmin smiled, a little more relaxed as he felt a heavy burden being lifted from his shoulders, "we can get something to eat sometime, if you want, my treat."

seungmin hoped she would agree, he really wanted to make things right and if he's lucky; get back the girl he still was head over heels for. and as he waited for her reply, a storm took up place in her mind.

y/n never wanted to admit it but he did more damage than she wanted to admit to. at his words a cold chill ran down her spine. thoughts about history repeating itself ran through her mind, not that she wanted to get romantically involved with him again. but just the thought of it being a possibility had her breathing to falter.

see, after what happened that night, no matter how much she wanted to believe she was over it, a persistent voice in the back of her head kept muttering it's going to happen again, they're all making fun of you behind your back, you're a joke, they're faking it all again, it's another game, it's a bet again as much as she wanted to block those words out. and maybe to some extent she believe that too, but how could she not. so she took a deep breath.

"i don't think that's a good idea, seungmin," she muttered as she looked down at her shoes, before looking back up to him, "after all that happened i can't go back to that, i'm sorry," she whispered a sad smile painted on her lips and seungmin nodded, eyes burning again.

"even if it was just as friends, it would be better if we just met with everyone," y/n looked away, seungmin doing the same. he gulped down the bitter taste in his mouth and told himself he had this coming. of course she wouldn't trust me, he thought.

just then, as if sent from above, y/n's uber stopped at the side of the road and she checked the number plate before turning back to seungmin, lips pulling in a small smile.

"i'll see you around, seung," she spoke softly and seungmin felt his heart shatter as she called him by the nickname she used to call him and the widened eyes told him she had done it naturally, out of habit, and he smiled, nodding. knowing that she didn't hold any bad feelings and resentment for him.

and as she got up in the car and went away, he called himself the nastiest names as the first few tears fell, throat closing in and chest tightening, before he wiped them away.

he chuckled unironically.

"funny how you're the one left to cry now, huh, seung?"