#they are truly the two biggest dudes ever

[cowboyb1ues]

Denmark don’t fuck a 2-0 lead up pls pls pls

[solarbird]

“Are we willing to fight for it?” Crowd: “YES!” “And when we fight?” Crowd: “WE WIN!” — Kamala Harris to campaign staff, 22 July 2024

That’s right, the “if we fight we win” isn’t from me this time. It’s from Kamala Harris, and I am kind of in shock.

One of the things I most feared about the “replace Biden” movement was the donor class yanking the party right again and hand-picking an all old white dudes ticket and absolutely tanking every chance we had of winning this election and stopping Trumpism for good.

Politically active Black people I know personally were expecting that to happen, because that kind of shit has happened so many times. And when political Black people talk about this shit in the Democratic party, you better listen, because their history on this stuff is solid.

I mean, that’s not the only reason I feared it, I have plenty of my own experience watching this same shit go down. But it’s a big one.

That – and all the many money and organisational problems I have described which would result – was about the biggest problem I had with replacing Biden. Particularly once it was clear the money people were moving on it so hard. I was so sure they’d do again what they’ve always done, slide the top of the ticket back to the “right,” repudiating so much economic and climate good the Biden administration has done, trying to haul us back to Clintinesque neoliberalism which would fail more spectacularly than ever before.

That’s also why I was an instant loud and dare I say it strident pivot to Harris when Biden actually did drop out – it was all to stop that money move from happening. That’s why I was out Sunday as loud and long as I could be, shouting, “WHITE PEOPLE, GET HER THE NOMINATION. FUCKING DO IT” while various usual clowns and dilettantes wibbled on demanding an ‘open convention’ and nattering about a ‘flash primary’ and going off about ‘not voting for a cop’ and the wretched spectre of Joe Manchin dipped a skeletal toe into the race.

None of that was an option. It’s still not an option. It had to be her; it has to be her.

And that speech I’m quoting shows why.

I’m still stunned. I never expected to hear a presidential candidate echoing my own words back at me.

I mean, Biden understands exactly what we’re dealing with – fash propaganda aside, he really is still all there, and his words show it. But he’s not able to frame it that way, it’s just not who he is. To see a candidate frame it like this… exactly like this… that’s something new. And I did not expect it.

I am so rarely truly surprised in politics. It has been a while since I have been surprised at all.

This has surprised me.

Another political writer I follow described her as the first Generation X candidate, and maybe that’s why. Technically she’s like two months too early for GenX, she’s in that transition zone, but y’know what? If she wants to grab that label I am fine with that, because those are some words from someone who fucking gets it. From someone who has figured it the fuck out.

Go watch her speech, particularly, oh… the “I know Donald Trump’s type” section starts around 19 minutes in, but the part after that, that’s where it really starts to matter, at 21:45. Here, I timestamped for you, hopefully it’ll work where you’re reading this and if not, just skip ahead:

I’ve been saying – this is the turning point year. The peak year of a fascist movement weakened but not destroyed by self-inflicted wounds of COVID, the last year of the backstop, the year after which we can start to win.

But still I expected that this year that we’d still have to fight under the old rules, playing the old games of the Baby Boom, even if I knew that one final year of holding would shatter it all, and let us make and play by new rules in ’26 and ’28.

Hence, one more year of the bulwark, one more year of the hold.

Until two days ago, on Sunday, July 21st, 2024, that was exactly how it was playing out.

Then a political miracle happened. Biden left the race and the donor class didn’t get their push to the right, and some of them apparently didn’t even want it because they dropped money again the moment Harris announced her campaign.

I guess maybe those rich bastards finally learned a thing or two about not throwing elections.

And that means…

…maybe we don’t have to wait ’til ’26 and ’28.

Maybe it’s not one last hold after all, before the spring.

Maybe the rules can change now.

Maybe Millennials and Zoomers are going to seize the moment this year.

If they do – if you do, if you go in, if you mean it, if you don’t waver and trip yourself up in details and personality and propaganda and purity tests and and and all of it…

…then…

…this year won’t just be a hold.

This year will be the fucking landslide we have needed for eight years now to wipe Trumpism and its like off the map for a century.

Wanna make that happen?

France and England have shown us the way, and christ, I want to make that happen.

How about you? You up for it? You ready to do the work?

Let’s go, then. Everybody.

All in.

104 days remain.

[shizuturnspages]

Yandere Sumeru boys headcannons

Alhaitham

❥ Alhaitham is a logical, rational asshole. But that’s exactly what makes him a terrifying yandere. He doesn’t go for the crazed, irrational shit. No, he's cold, clinical, and he will plan every damn move like he’s playing fucking chess with your life. You're a puzzle he has to solve, and the solution? Oh, it's him. Always. No fucking escape.

❥ In Alhaitham's mind, once he's figured you out, that’s it. No one else deserves to even fucking look at you. His understanding of you is so complete that it becomes his sole justification for controlling every aspect of your life. He knows what’s best for you, even better than you do. He will cut off your ties to others in subtle ways, leaving you wondering how the hell you became so isolated. Oh, it was him, sweetheart.

❥ This dude’s not gonna stab someone in broad daylight like some psycho—he’s a fucking genius. He’ll use your own thoughts against you. He’ll subtly gaslight you into believing no one else is as capable of understanding you like he does. You’ll start to think maybe he’s the only one who truly gets you, and by the time you realise what’s happening, it's too late. You’re trapped in his web.

❥ Alhaitham would be the kind of yandere who sabotages your other relationships without you even knowing it. Oh, your friend suddenly moved away? Strange. That one guy who liked you stopped talking to you out of nowhere? Weird, huh? He’ll always be there to comfort you, his stoic mask hiding the fact that he's orchestrating every single one of your problems just so he can fix them.

❥ Alhaitham’s biggest strength as a yandere is his ability to keep his shit together. You’ll never see him snap, never see him lose his cool. But the second you try to leave him? Fucking hell breaks loose. He’ll track you down using logic and strategy like you’re nothing but a lost book in his library. And when he finds you? Oh, he’ll make sure you never even think about running again.

Cyno

❥ Cyno is all about justice. Well, that translates to some next-level protection for you. But not the cute kind. We're talking "anyone who looks at you wrong is gonna fucking disappear" kind of protection. He’ll see himself as your personal guardian, and no one—and I mean no one—gets to mess with you. He doesn’t care if you think it’s creepy; he knows what's best. Fuck your opinion.

❥ This guy’s got a black-and-white sense of right and wrong, and guess what? You’re always right in his eyes. But everyone else? They’re a threat. He’ll punish anyone who comes near you, ‘cause in his twisted sense of justice, they’re infringing on what’s his. He’ll never let you out of his sight because that would be “irresponsible” on his part. Yeah, he’s doing it for your “safety,” but really, it's all about keeping you locked down.

❥ Cyno is fiercely loyal, and as a yandere, this loyalty becomes suffocating as fuck. He doesn’t know how to do things halfway. You are his, and that’s not up for debate. You don’t get to leave, you don’t get to argue. He’ll follow you everywhere, even if you don’t want him to, always showing up like some shadow you can never fucking shake. And trust me, he won’t tolerate anyone trying to come between you two. That’s a death sentence.

❥ Oh, he loves his jokes, right? Well, as a yandere, he’ll still joke, but those jokes come with a deadly edge. You piss him off? He’ll laugh it off with some dark humor, but you can feel the unspoken threat in every word. And if someone other than him crosses you? Cyno’s “justice” is swift, brutal, and final. There’s no trial, no second chance—just his fucked up sense of justice.

❥ Cyno’s got that chill, deadpan vibe most of the time, but holy shit, when he cares about something—or someone—he becomes intense as fuck. If you ever tried to leave or betray him, that calm exterior would fucking crack. He’d hunt you down like he’s enforcing divine judgment, and there’s no place you could hide. His cold, calculated demeanor makes him even more dangerous because you’ll never see that rage coming until it’s too fucking late.

Tighnari

❥ Tighnari’s a fucking genius when it comes to the wilderness. You think you can run from him? Oh, hell no. He’ll use the forest itself to keep you in line. Poisonous plants? Deadly traps? Oh, he’s got all that shit covered. He’s not gonna let you leave his side, and if you try, well… let’s just say the forest has a funny way of making people disappear.

❥ Tighnari’s soft-spoken and gentle on the surface, right? But underneath that shit is a fucking possessive streak you won’t believe. He’s always making sure you’re “okay,” and by okay, he means under his control. He’ll play the caring, concerned partner, using his knowledge of herbs and remedies to keep you close, always “healing” you when you don’t even realise you’re being fucking poisoned. Yeah, he’s got that soft look, but it hides something twisted.

❥ Tighnari’s a smart fucker, no doubt about that. He’ll use his intelligence to gaslight the hell out of you. Oh, you think those berries made you sick? Nah, you’re just paranoid. He’ll make you second-guess every fucking thing, twisting your reality until you can’t even trust your own instincts. He’ll be your only reliable source of “truth,” and by then, he’s got you trapped—mentally and physically.

❥ Tighnari’s got a bond with the forest, so you’re basically under its watchful eye too. He’ll set up barriers—physical and psychological—using his connection to nature to always know where you are. The animals? They’re his spies. You try to run? He’ll know before you even take a damn step. And when he catches you? Oh, he’ll smile that gentle smile, reminding you that there’s no place you can hide from him in his territory.

❥ As a caretaker, Tighnari will spoil you, but it comes with a price. He’ll shower you with attention, making sure you’re always “healthy” and “happy,” but his version of care is suffocating as fuck. He’ll control your meals, your sleep, even your thoughts, all under the guise of concern. You wanna leave? Nah, he’ll convince you that the outside world is too dangerous, and only he can keep you safe.

Kaveh

❥ Kaveh’s a sensitive soul. Well, as a yandere, he’s all over the place emotionally. One minute he’s showering you with affection, and the next? Oh, he’s guilt-tripping the hell out of you. You’re his muse, his reason for living, but if you so much as look at someone else? Boom—he’s spiraling into jealous rants, throwing himself into emotional breakdowns that leave you feeling like you’re responsible for his sanity.

❥ Kaveh’s creative mind would turn his obsession into something artistic, but it’s got a creepy edge. He’ll draw, paint, and sculpt you over and over again, but it’s not flattering—it’s fucking eerie. His art becomes a shrine to you, and he’ll get pissed if you don’t appreciate it the way he expects. And God forbid you question why every piece makes you look like you’re trapped. Oh, he’ll say you “just don’t get the meaning.”

❥ Kaveh’s not the type to outright control you at first; no, he’ll do it through passive-aggressive manipulation. He’ll guilt-trip you into staying by his side, making you feel like if you leave, you’re abandoning him in his time of need. He’ll make you feel like he needs you more than you need him, and before you know it, you’re stuck in this cycle of constantly trying to make him feel better while he wraps his twisted little vines around your life.

❥ Kaveh’s been broke before. So now that he’s got his shit together, he’ll use that financial stability as a way to control you. He’ll act like he’s helping you out, offering to take care of your needs, but it’s all part of his fucking plan to make you dependent on him. The more you rely on him, the more he’ll tighten his grip, using guilt and money as tools to bind you. And if you try to break free? He’ll remind you how much he’s done for you.

❥ Kaveh’s the type who’d make everything symbolic. Every moment, every gift, every glance—he’ll attach deep, emotional meanings to shit you don’t even think about. He’ll remember every little detail about your life, and if you ever try to leave, he’ll throw it all back in your face. “How could you forget that time we shared [random moment]?” He’ll weaponize memories, making you feel like leaving him would be the ultimate betrayal.

[andivmg]

speak up andi, I beg of you, you have been mistreated the most here, I know it took shubble a lot of courage but she has helped so many people

i want to start this off by saying it is not a competition and i do not want to compare my experience to anybody else’s. shubble is so fucking strong and i admire her and everyone else who has spoken up about experiencing abuse endlessly.

DISCLAIMER 1

this is way longer than i intended it to be. i did not plan to go into as much depth as i did but the words just kinda kept coming and i kept thinking that if someone else is in a similar situation to the one i was in, it would be good to point out even some of the smaller details so that they can see that these behaviors are not something to be overlooked and could be a symptom of a bigger issue… idk. i apologize for how lengthy and wordy this is but i hope it all makes sense somehow

DISCLAIMER 2

a lot of you know who one of my exes is and i am asking you to please not make this about him. i am simply sharing my experience with some of my past relationships in hopes that they help someone else. i beg of you, do not go on twitter making threads speculating on whatever because it’s just going to cause me a bunch of problems and i don’t want this to be brought to his attention. if you share my story, please do not do it with the intent of starting drama. if you share my story, focus on the behaviors i am talking about instead of trying to figure out if it’s about him.

DISCLAIMER 3

this goes without saying but i’ll put it here anyway: i will be talking about toxic relationships, mention of self harm, mention of sex, implied violence. if any of these topics are triggering to you please scroll away, protect yourself.

I have been in a lot of relationships, but there are 4 that i would truly identify as the ones who had the biggest impact on me. Two of those i would consider emotional mistreatment. I don’t want to say i was abused for reasons that i will be discussing with my therapist this week, but i can certainly say i was mistreated. For the sake of privacy, i will be referring to these two dudes as 1 and 6.

I think the biggest difference between 1 and 6 is that 6 was obsessed with me to the point where i felt like i was being suffocated, whereas i’m not sure if 1 ever cared about me in the first place.

6 and i started out pretty normally. we had a bunch of friends in common and we were around the same people. so eventually, we became friends too. we would text and call all the time until feelings developed into a relationship. in the beginning he was really sweet and caring, saying all the right things that got me falling head over heels. now, something important to note is that i am someone who has always had a lot of guy friends. when i was little and in school, my mom made friends with a bunch of other moms and those moms were boy moms, so i grew up surrounded by boys. i bring this up because 6 didn’t like my guy friends. actually, i think he just didn’t like the fact that i had guy friends at all. so, whenever i would hang out with my friends, it was a problem. so this resulted in me never being able to go out or hang out with my friends unless he was there. then it got worse. before we started dating he had decided to cut back on drinking and to stop smoking. so because of this, i decided that i wouldn’t drink or smoke around him in solidarity. this was not enough for him. i had to stop drinking and smoking altogether. so once, when i was hanging out with my girl friends we decided to stay in and get wine drunk. we posted about it on our private stories on snap and once he saw, 6 called me arguing and yelling at me because i was drinking and posting about it on my story for “attention”. after this incident, i was no longer allowed to hang out with my friends because they were a “bad influence”. he also didn’t like the clothes i wore. sorry, let me reiterate: he didn’t like my clothes when he wasn’t around. it was perfectly fine for me to wear a short dress… if i was with him. i was not allowed to wear “revealing” clothing if he wasn’t around. mind you, none of the clothes i wore were revealing, it’s not my fault i’m hot yk? he took over my life. who i talked to, what i did, what i wore, where i would go, it was all up to him. my life no longer belonged to me. and at the time, i was okay with that. i didn’t realize that he had so much control over everything. i was young and naïve and he convinced me that he knew what was best for me. that he had lived more than i had and experienced more than i had and that he knew better. he was so good at making everything my fault and making him the hero or victim depending on the situation. i got catcalled on the street? “because you were wearing that fucking dress again, andrea you know how that looks. of course you got catcalled. this is why you can’t wear things like that when i’m not around to protect you”. I decided to have a fun night in with my friends and get drunk? “i just don’t understand why you would be posting yourself on your private story like that. you’re drunk and vulnerable. why do you want other people, other guys, to see you like that? and you know i’ve cut back on drinking so how do you think it makes me feel to see that? don’t you love me enough to do this for me?” the worst part is i believed him. because, in the beginning, he helped me so much and i looked up to him so much, surely he had my best interests at heart, right? this relationship went on for way longer than it should have. you may be asking yourself, how did you leave? if you were so in love with him and entranced by him to the point where he consumed you, why did you leave? he raised his hand. that’s what got me to finally leave. a year after we broke up, i found out that he was drinking, smoking, and doing all kinds of shit he told me he wasn’t throughout our entire relationship. he was awful, and i’m really proud of myself for being strong enough to leave when i did. i’m also really grateful for my friends, who stuck out that whole train wreck with me. who i lashed out against in order to protect him and defend him. they stuck by me through it all and i don’t know where i would be without them so shoutout to them lmfao.

1 was a bit more complicated. it started out in a similar way. we had the same friends, hung out around the same people, so it was only a matter of time until we became friends too. we would call and text every day until feelings were developed. at least i developed feelings, i’m still not sure he did. i told him this and i don’t remember how the conversation went but basically we had decided that we were talking as more than friends now. enough time went by where i was ready for it to become a relationship and i communicated that to him. looking back, i think he felt pressured into the relationship by me and by our friends. anyway we started dating and everything was fine. we would hang out and talk all the time but i felt like he was bored or disinterested by me, so i would constantly beg for his attention. i became this needy clingy version of myself that i hated. it felt like when we would hang out, he was always distracted by something else. i basically felt invisible to him. that is, when i wasn’t hanging out with my guy friends. similarly to 6, 1 did not like my guy friends or the fact that i had guy friends in the first place. i had a guy best friend at the time who is one of the most amazing people i have ever met. let’s call him S. S and 1 were acquainted with each other, hung out in the same circles etc. but 1 still didn’t like him. sometimes, whenever 1 was busy doing whatever he did when he wasn’t with me, i would hang out with S, we would watch shows together and just talk. Some days, it felt like i talked to S more than my own boyfriend. this did not sit well with 1. he would ask “why the fuck are you always hanging out with him?” to which i would reply “maybe if you hung out with me more, i wouldn’t have so much free time to spend with him” (toxic ik but what can i say? i was feeling neglected). so you can see what problems this caused. eventually i cut S off. I stopped talking to him completely and i haven’t spoken to him since. Back to 1. even after cutting off my best friend, nothing really changed. He didn’t spend much time with me and whenever we would, i felt like he couldn’t wait to go off and do something else. this got exhausting. at that point i was begging him to love me, to pay attention to me, to care about me. this led to us breaking up. he broke up with me over text. it read, and i quote, “i think we aren’t meant for each other. i think you deserve someone that will treat you better than i do. I don’t think i’m in love with you and i tried to force myself to love you because i thought that’s what i wanted but i really don’t think it is. we started this relationship when i was just tired of being alone and i really just don’t think it is right anymore. i don’t think i am attracted to you. I am sorry, i really didn’t know how to end this and this probably isn’t the best way to do it but it’s time”. The relationship went on for another six months after this. granted, i should have had more self respect and never gotten back together with him but it is what it is. so after he told me that he didn’t love me and that he wasn’t attracted to me, we stayed “friends”. which basically meant that we did everything that a relationship involved. without actually being in a relationship. that is, until one of his friends hit me up. there was some flirtation going on but nothing serious. i was still in love with 1 but, at the time, i was in desperate need for attention and his buddy was there to provide it. when i told 1 about it he flipped out, called me all kinds of crazy and decided he was done with me. his friend and i talked about it and poked fun at the fact that he broke up with me but got mad at someone else paying attention to me. when 1 saw this (he ended up forcing me to show him the screenshots of the conversation) he was even more pissed and even more done with me. the next day he called me and we were basically back together again.

however, this time, i was meant to earn his affection. because i did something so unforgivable and atrocious, he was basically in the clear to treat me like shit. and he did. he would cancel plans to go hang out with his friends. he would only come over late at night, even when i had class the next day. i was basically at his mercy. we only hung out when he decided. we only spoke when he wanted to. i honestly can’t even recall us going on any date after that incident, save for one dinner. in short, i was not a priority to him. this, combined with some other stuff, really took at toll on my mental health. i entered a deep depression and began self-harming after being clean for 3 years. i sought out help and found a wonderful therapist who really helped me. but, 1 only saw this as one more problem. when we hung out he would complain that i was too sad. important note: because of that text he sent me i was incredibly insecure. so, little arguments would always end up escalating because i felt like he literally did not care about me and he would just keep making me feel like shit about being depressed. whenever we argued (which was very often) it would end in me locking myself in the bathroom, sobbing, nearly throwing up, while he was on his phone. i remember one specific argument started because he asked me if i would leave him for harry styles and i jokingly said yes (i am not and have never been attracted to harry styles). that argument escalated to the point where we almost broke up and he said to me “you should warn people before they fall in love with you that you are so mentally ill. because you’re always going to bring down the mental state of who you’re with”. he used my mental health against me like that a lot. whenever i would bring up something i wanted him to do or something that i didn’t like, he would call me needy, clingy, and say that he was trying his best but that i needed too much, that i was too much. all i wanted was reassurance. looking back, that’s all i ever asked for. whenever i would ask him if he loved me he would say “well i’m with you aren’t i?”. this is the same man who decided to go to vegas with his friends on my birthday after he promised he wouldn’t. this is the same man who said that he didn’t love me. the same one who said he wasn’t attracted to me. the same man who i would catch looking at other girl’s (some being his “friends”) provocative pictures on twitter. (this is definitely tmi so i’m just going to put a bunch of asterisks at the end of the tmi so you can skip there if you don’t want to read it) but there was a long period of time in our relationship where we had zero intimacy, and it wasn’t because of me. this fucked with my head a lot because i had this idea that because i was so emotional and needy that i could compensate physically. but when that stopped, my thoughts looked something like “the only thing i was useful for was sex and now he doesn’t even want that from me”.************whenever i remember this, a part of me thinks he might’ve been cheating on me during that time, but i have no proof so i guess we’ll never know. also during that time period, we were arguing over the same things over and over “it feels like you don’t love me” “but i’m hanging out with you” “that’s not the same as loving me” “you’re so fucking needy. and then you wonder why i don’t like coming over”. it was exhausting. we had the same friend group. and even our friends got so sick of us that they would tell me to break up with him. this went on for months until one day, on our one year anniversary, he told me that his plans for the day included playing video games. nothing else. that’s when i broke up with him. that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. i just couldn’t do it anymore.

we stayed friends afterwards in order to keep the peace within the friend group. after about a month, he told me he was going to do better. he said he was going to start going to the gym, and maybe even going to therapy, that he was going to eat better and live a better lifestyle for me. he said he was going to plan dates for us and treat me the way i deserved etc. very much vibes from that one euphoria scene. but i was done. maybe i didn’t communicate that well enough to him and that’s my fault. but i was really confused at the time and i didn’t know what i wanted. eventually we had a conversation and that’s when i told him that i was no longer interested in a relationship. i think i just didn’t believe him anymore. i didn’t believe that he would change for me or anyone else for that matter. through the entire relationship he was mean to me, he neglected me, belittled me, and overall made me feel like shit at worst and invisible at best. even when i would offer to plan things or suggest activities for us to do together, he would be disinterested the entire time or just cancel and make plans with his friends instead. and of course it was all my fault for one, flirting with his friend that one time, and two, just not being interesting enough. he made it feel like i wasn’t good enough, and at the same time victimized himself. he would tell me “nothing i do is ever good enough for you” while i was the one putting in all the effort in the relationship. then he would go “well why would i put in effort with you? remember when you were flirting with [redacted]? I still think about that and it fucks me up”. mind you, he would only bring this up whenever i brought up any concerns or issues. anyway, as you can tell it took me a really long time to realize that this relationship was toxic and unhealthy and i’m really proud of myself, again, for having the strength to leave and never look back. i think one of the reasons why it took me so long to realize that i was being mistreated was because everyone around him loved him. and to me it was hard to see how someone that was so well liked could be bad. so i felt like i was the problem. i felt like there was something wrong with me and if i just fixed that, then he would treat me better and love me and care about me. it took a lot of therapy to realize that he just wasn’t that into me. i was like a toy to him that he could just pay attention to when he was bored but ignore me the rest of the time. but then, when someone else showed interest in me he would suddenly care and be like “no she’s mine, you can’t have her”. he didn’t want me but he didn’t want anyone else to have me and that was the bottom line. that was the base off all the problems and toxicity that happened while we were together.

in conclusion, both of these men were awful in their own unique ways. i hope that by sharing this, someone who is in a similar situation will see it and identify these behaviors as something to watch out for. i hope that someone will see it and realize that they are not alone, and that they are not the first person to go through it, and that it gets better. these events all happened over two years ago and now i am in a beautiful and healthy relationship, i’m studying something that i am passionate about, and i am surrounded by people who love, care about, and support me. i am in a much happier place now and you will find that too, whoever you might be <3

[monimccoythings]

Cuteness Overload

Just saw the movie. What a masterpiece. And (spoiler warning) I'm glad they did Charles Martinet justice even though I still think it should have been him voicing Mario. And of course, I'm in love with Jack Black's portrayal of bowser, excellent representation of a good creepy and psychotic villain that stole the entire movie. I loved it so much I'm writing a Y/N fic (My favorite little hoe, but this time is more on the platonic side). This contains a huge spoiler for the movie, specifically the ending. I'd recommend to watch the movie first.

Next Parts: 2, 3, 4, 5

So, a couple of weeks ago your entire neighborhood got destroyed because of some epic anime battle that just casually happened over there. How cool is that? Or how horrible, because thanks to that you just have to take the biggest detour ever known to man to get to work. But hey, at least you had a nice walk.

You getting into the mushroom kingdom was entirely by accident. Yes, you were curious about that new world but never had the time or will to go on a transdimensional travel. Thank goodness there was an open sewer hole laying there (which you completely missed) to help you take the initiative.

If you didn't took into account that nightmarish journey through the tunnels, the Mushroom Kingdom was a pretty interesting place to be. The toads were very friendly and kind fellas, some of them carefully checking you out for injuries and advising you to go see the princess in order to help you get safely home.

Okay, forget about the journey through that cosmic rabbit hole, going up to the castle was way worse. You didn't remember having exercised that much, not even in P.E. You swore your vision was blurry after all that.

Princess Peach was the most loving, kindhearted badass you had the pleasure to meet. That kind angel sent down from heaven upon seeing your miserable state, generously offer you to step in for tea and pastries, while the royal doctor (another toad but this cutie came with a stetoscope and a labcoat) made sure you didn't had seriously injured yourself with the fall.

As dignified and courteous she tried to act. It was obvious she was very excited to meet another person from Brooklyn. Soon you found yourselves engaged in conversation. It felt easy talking to her, like you were talking to an old friend. You suddenly felt very glad you didn't see that sewer hole.

Mario and Luigi stopped by as well, and the second they opened their mouths you recognised them as those two dudes from that dope ass commercial. So they were the ones that were in the middle of the battle in Brooklyn. Good for them, you were glad things turned out great.

You were having the time of your life, they were really chill and easy going people, which put you more at ease. As time passed, you heard the faint sound of a piano being played. When you asked your new friends about it, they just shrugged and Princess Peach gave you a half smile saying that it was her "pet turtle".

Whoah. This was truly a magical place. Her pet turtle played the piano?? And very well by the sound of it. Peach asked you if you wanted to see it. Of course you wanted to see it! Mario and Luigi gave each other uncertain looks, but in the end they just shrugged it off.

After a long walk through the hallways you finally reached a room. The toad guards immediately stepped away when they saw their ruler approach, but gave you a look full of suspicion. Peach softly reassured them.

She opened the door for you and let you in. The room wasn't any different from the castle except that it was completely devoid of any furniture but a single golden cage with THE TINIEST TURTLE PLAYING THE TINIEST PIANO YOU HAD EVER SEEN.

Said turtle was now looking perplexed and midly annoyed that it had been interrupted, but its eyes lighted up when they landed on Peach, who suddenly looked very done and tired. But how could you notice when its mere sight alone was too much for you to bear.

It was SO CUTE. SO DARN CUTE. Cuteness overload. You had died and were sent to adorable heaven where tiny turtles played teeny tiny pianos. You made sure to tell it that several times, making Mario burst out laughing. And it got even better from that moment, because out of that turtle mouth came the most colorful collection of threats and insults in a HIGH PITCHED voice that made your heart melt. Because of course it, he, had a high pitched voice. That only made you gush out more, you loved animals but specially you absolutely adored reptiles.

Mario was literally holding himself against the wall to keep himself from falling for laughing so hard. Luigi was cry laughing and Peach was trying to cover her face, but it was clear that from the way her shoulders rose and went down that she was practically wheezing.

You asked Peach if you could hold him for a while, to which she seriously, or at least she tried to sound serious in the middle of all that laughter, answered that it was too dangerous to let him out. But how could something as darling as that do any wrong? Peach gently pulled you out of the room, but not before you let out a "Bye bye, piano playing turtle, I love you." To a very blushing and mortified turtle.

Turns out that the turtle had comitted war crimes. Very bad war crimes. And even though he was still a little cutie to you, he got what he deserved and shouldn't be let out under any circumstances. Still, you were def going to visit him again.

[spicy-apple-pie]

How do you feel about meljay?

First off, just going to say if you like Mel with Jayce and/or Viktor, slay. Like do whatever you want this is just my opinion and shit.

I’m not the biggest fan of them as a couple. Mel’s first goal when meeting Jayce is to use him to control Hextech to achieve more power. She, does over time, becomes more affectionate and eventually falls in love with Jayce. I truly don’t think she’s using Jayce at the end of season 1, she’s more open with him than anyone ever before.

Which is so heartbreaking when Jayce pulls away from her. After they sleep together, she wakes up to an empty bed while Jayce is with Viktor. These people don’t have phones, so if you need to contact someone, you need to know exactly where they are or will be. If anyone were to come looking for Jayce, it would’ve surely woken Mel up.

Worst case scenario, Jayce wouldn’t have been there when she woke up even if Viktor wasn’t dying. Best case scenario, Jayce didn’t give Mel a second thought to wake her up to let her know where he was going. Either way, he’s an asshole imo.

AND THEN!!! In the second season, he confronts her about using him and Viktor as “investments”, rightfully so, but then borderline blames her for not saving Viktor! Like girly pop you’re the one who broke your promise! Viktor is a cult leader because of you, not Mel!

Also Mel barely gives attention to Viktor and basically ignores him. Whether that be because she thinks lowly of Zaunites or because he’s harder to manipulate (as they only really interact when hextech is involved) idk.

In my mind, while I do think they loved each other at one point, they aren’t exactly great for each other. I love Mel. I love Jayce. Don’t exactly love them together.

All of that being said, Jayce pulling two otherworldly deities after living in a cave and eating salamanders is soooo funny. Like damn dude save some for the rest of us.

Again, just my opinion.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

🤠 🫶 :

Oh my god….

And Kortac’s enemies don’t understand where The Terror™ went, what could possibly have taken down a monster like that…König’s been even more menacing and violent and awful for several months now, taking every mission possible like he’s determined to destroy and kill everything he can, and there’s rumors he’s started literally ripping his opponents in half on the battlefield, and now he’s just...gone? So oh god, is there something worse out there??? Who is this who got to THAT behemoth of all people?? The rumors! The suspense! The horror!

Quick camera pan to reader, just singing to herself as she bakes some goodies to take to the sweet giant Austrian soldier (lmao she’s too forgiving, maybe she chalked up the “cunt licking” incident to a fluke, she’ll just have to be even MORE careful about where she lets him touch, he seems to get too excited). She just wants to do something nice for him, the poor man has been holed up in his company’s sick bay with something (turns out having your brain, heart, and cock explode are not good for your health, but “Blue balled into oblivion” is not something you can actually get diagnosed with, so it’s like…blood pressure issues or something).

König really should be more mindful of his health, tsk tsk.  

Oh god this just gets better and better, she's worse than all his enemies combined, and she's baking for our poor broken soldier?! This is too cute 😭💞 (oh and 'tease mother'?? I want this to be my new middle name lol!)

Sweet innocent reader also heard König got into a weightlifting accident. On top of all the exploded body parts, dude sprained his back really bad trying to do a deadlift PR with all the 55 lbs plates he could stack on the bar.

Unfortunately the metal gave up before König, it broke in half in the middle of his lift, and rumours say the whole stunt was actually a cry for help, a suicide attempt, even… But no one will ever know because this man is not what you could exactly call a genius 🫡 So maybe it truly was an accident?

And of course sweet reader bakes him some yummy delicacies to cheer him up!

But oh uh. König almost cowers in his bed when he sees her. He goes completely still as sweet reader approaches him in her cutest outfit ever, smiling like an angel and with a box full of muffins in her hands.

She floats next to his bed like the most innocent butterfly ever, opens the lid so that the cozy scent of baked goodies fills the entire room. Then she picks the biggest, most plump chocolate chip muffin from that box and folds his mask over his nose to give him a taste.

Her movements are those of a ballet dancer as she brings the glorious treat to his lips… but it's her breasts his gaze falls to as she leans forward and gives him an abundant view of the two globes of pure sin, pressed together under the neckline far too wide for her usual wear.

Does this woman even know what she is doing to him...?

Is she fucking deliberately teasing him?

His mouth opens just for the sake of that mouthwatering view, and she takes it as a cue of him wanting her to stuff his mouth full of muffin.

"There we go," she says approvingly as he takes a bite while staring at her breasts, hovering there not even an arms length away. "I made them extra sweet for you…"

The ample view of her soft tits right there in front of him while his mouth is full of melting chocolate is truly a new plane of hell. Were she to turn around to look, she would see the tallest, most vicious tent forming there beside her as his cock juts up under the sheet in all it's glory.

The muffin is still warm, and she licks the extra grease from her fingers when she's done feeding him. He imagines she's licking his cum off of those fingers instead, and almost groans from the dull pain the mere vision sends to his crotch.

"Don't worry. I know you'll be up in no time, King," she chimes and gives him an exceptionally flirty smile. Whatever new torture methods are being used on him now, he hopes to all the gods that the sweet girl won't look behind her. He will just be shamed and scolded for being hard again.

It's absurd and kind of sad how much he has changed since he met her... He feels equal to the mighty Prometheus, bound to an invisible rock and being tortured night after night after night. It almost brings tears to his eyes.

"Oh. My sweet hero… Are you in pain?" She caresses his face through the mask with genuine pity and worry. A teary hiccup is trying to push up his throat, but he forces it down.

Plump breasts and overly sweet muffins and an innocent woman calling him 'King' and 'hero'? Fussing about his health, thinking it's his back that's giving him pain… A tiny little tear almost, almost escapes the corner of his eye as he gives her a tiny, miserable nod.

"Poor thing. You know, I've been thinking…" she bites her lip, takes a deep breath too, sending those breasts swell inside her shirt and giving his cock another demanding pull.

"I really like you," she continues. "And I've finally decided. I want you to be my first."

Was zur Hölle…

His eyes go wide, but otherwise, he's still. The girl dares to give him a peaceful smile while his mind goes slowly blank from the voiceless, internal scream.

What the fuck has he done to deserve this?

She's finally ready, and he has broken his back so profoundly that there will be no moving for weeks. No exercise, no sudden movements, certainly no pounding her sweet, wet virgin pussy to his heart's content.

"We just need to wait until you get better. Doctor's orders!" she chirps as she softly boops his nose.

[book--wyrm]

Pengu Finale Liveblog ahhhhhh

Julian just absolutely brain blasting this old woman

Oh Rex is close enough to call her doll and make her breakfast he is not beating the deadbeat daddy allegation

OH NO DOES SHE KNOW OH MY GOD SHE KNOWS

NEVERMIND I WAS SO WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING SHE HAS KNOWN ALL ALONG

holy shit holy shit holy shit

okay so they did find the bodies eventually holy fuck hooooooly fuck

oh my god rex literally teaching francis how to manipulate oz and use him oh my god ohhhhh my god this is so much more of a betrayal than if francis had just hated him for what he'd done

she knew all along she knew all along and she used him and she

she

oz was right ahahahahah every relationship in his life is fuckign transactional because he KILLED THE ONLY TWO BOYS WHO TRULY LOVED HIM, AND KILLED HIS MOTHER'S LOVE WITH THEM

dude he has to kill his mother now

this is a psychological nuke the likes of which i think sofia could not possibly have ever imagined.

Francis's FACE oh my god.

Julian baby boy maybe Sofia should stand out of sight to not break immersion

God this is absolutely not how hypnotism works is it

IT'LL BE EASIER NOW YOU LITTLE PSYCHO

"I see you in ways other people don't" while she is ACTIVELY USING HIM

dude. dude. I just. It's always the same with Oz, isn't it. Sofia, Eve, his mom. He's the biggest bullshitter in Gotham, and he's so full of it he doesn't have a clue how to sniff it out

God they are both so horrific to each other. Just his horrible cycle of selfishness and toxicity what a twisted family they are

HELLO VIC I MISSED YOU

Oh rip lmao I guess the gangs know the bliss is all gone

Vic baby he's saying all the same stuff oz does, only he believes it, so he can't bullshit people to his side

Oh hey that dude on the other side of the walkie talkie lived!!

Man Oz and Sofia haven't been face to face since ep 4 hahahaha

BERTO MENTION. she hasn't used that name in a hot second

Oh my god Sofia literally using that bird nest metaphor ahahahh whoever that anon was in my inbox you are a genius

Man. Sofia literally just laying out all their horrible family drama in the worlds worst family therapy oh my god

Dude I've been saying for weeks now that Sofia's superpower is to completely shatter people with the truth and. ohhhhhh my god ohhhhhh my god ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wait. Is Sofia going to give that cigar cutter in her cleavage to Francis to use on Oz. I think she should give it to her.

Uh. Nevermind

Wow Sofia really is leaning into this evil therapy thing what the fuck. girl.

God i desperately want her to be the girl-jonkler running the aslume at the end of this show please please please

Also Sofia, I think it was the left. I mean I'm sure she knows just so she can do the other one next, but. man. she is fuckin sadistic. im love....

Julian so enthusiastic about all of this hahaahah

I love Sofia like, almost framing this to them or possibly herself as a gift she is giving to Francis. Is this cope? Is this something she sincerely believes? Or is she just being cruel?

I ALREADY FUCKIN KNOW

It's my finger you spineless prick hahahaahha but that doesn't matter to him because its your love he wants it's your adoration your pride and what actually happens to you? Doesn't fucking matter.

I NEVER STOPPED HATING YOU

Sofia's face right then like. damn dude. god i love her

She had enough love for all of them and he soured every last drop of it. For them, for him, for the world.

Sofia really does know the value of just letting a drama play out.

Francis saying Sofia is right this ep, Sofia saying Francis was right last ep, damn.

Oz really is... the only character in this show chronically incapable of learning

Damn mama cobb strong enough to smash a bottle. I don't think even i could do that.

Oh my god no wonder she said "they look at me like i'm not even theirs" because in her mind, she let their murderer go free

also is oz gonna hulk out that she's showing love to an imaginary jack and benny when oz has just seen her hate?

Oh is she just dying right now

Julian doing the get down mr president

MR DETECTIVE YOU DIPSHIT

Sofia baby you did great okay you already hurt Oz please just go to italy with your boy toy

Wow is he not getting this fucking stab looked at

EW EW EW EW

Yeah sure sure. Sofia stabbed you. Sure. Sure.

Oh noooo. Vic... baby.... he is such a believer in Oz's stupid self serving bullshit. He is so good. And pure. And he speaks from the heart and. And Oz acts like this is something Vic rehearsed

And they laugh about it but Vic doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that Oz isn't giving him advice on how to most effectively show people the fire you hold in your heart—he's teaching him the art of smoke and mirrors. how to con and grift and bullshit until even you don't know what's true and real

Christ. Vic is so fucking dead

She'd never look at me again unless i get this done.

Oz knowing now that this love is transactional. And fine. He'll make that transaction, he'll take down sofia and then maybe his mom will pretend again that she doesn't hate him, doesn't want him dead

it's not going to work, of course. it can't because this show is about him becoming the penguin. and it can't, because even that transaction was always a lie Francis told herself

I don't think she could ever have loved Oz even if he'd gotten her into a penthouse at age 20. I think she lied to herself to survive living with him, because what was the alternative? Losing all three of her boys?

AHAHAHAHAHAH SOFIA LITERALLY PICKING UP OZ'S GOLD SUMMIT MEMBERS i have to say. I did not anticipate this at ALL

damn girlie really is just gonna dip to go to italy or wherever

sofia really is just setting up the funniest game of capture the flag imaginable while cramming like seven olives in her mouth

i dont' say this often. i desire her carnally.

The gun in the glove compartment surely that will not come back later

Oz originally checking his image in the reflection of the car vs asking Vic now, treating this kid as his reflection

Damn. Is Link really going to fall for Oz's shit again after that truck of cigs thing? Or is this just a ploy to get Oz into the right place for Sofia to pick him up?

Actually maybe that's what loses Vic, that Link betrayed him, and Oz expected it. Idk we shall see

Penguin planning to run for mayor in a couple movies?

Oh Oz is totally gonna send sofia to arkham ahahaha poor baby

Oh my god I thought Sofia was gonna claim credit for Sal's death, not that Oz would give it up himself

I cannot tell you guys how fucking tempting it is to skip right to the end of this episode to see if i'm right you guys

Wow Oz really eyeing that Mayor's office

Is he going to kill Bella and frame Sofia. Is he gonna kill bella and THAT is what turns Vic on him.

oh my god LINK

HAHAHAH I WAS SO RIGHT SHE IS BURNING DOWN FALCONE MANOR

oh god that's the watch Sofia gave him for his birthday FUCK YOU CARMINE

Sofia really is gonna fucking screw over EVERYONE hahaha THREE CIGS BABY

oh god she is so hot i love her you self actualize through arson baybeeeeeeee

that shot of her throwing the cig like a dart is so much oh my god

babygirl i love you

you deserve the world

but yeah she is going into the cold according to the needle drop. definitely going back to arkham

... what's in the trunk. i don't think it's normal luggage. is it more bombs

there is still 20 mins left. i am afraid

This is clearly a trap for someone i just don't know who. Where is vic

I'm so afraid this is the last we get to see of Sofia.

She knows. She always has such a nose for bullshit lmao. Also fuck you Link you gotta know Oz is gonna stab you in the back.

I do think it's promising that Julian has not been seen all day tho. What is he doing.

I love this. I love that Oz and Sofia finally get this one moment to be truly honest with each other.

Well. At the very least, Oz gets to be honest with Sofia. idk that he knows how to be honest with himself anymore.

Why does this look like a chemical factory. I know it's not happening but it'd be so funny for Sofia to become the joker right now.

just dunk her in the goop

Man. Is he actually going to shoot her. Police pls come and save my girl. Cannot believe that's what I'm begging for now.

oh my god

yeah i called it but. Man. This is so painful to watch. also i think my julian prayers are not going to be answered it did not look like Sofia had planned any of this

okay i'm normal about sofia being arrested now.

Okay. I'm normal.

I'm back to not being normal francis and vic and oz all in one place this is all gonna blow up emotionally

Is francis in a coma. is she totally brain dead oh my god.

oh man she really is never going to say she loves him hahaha

she let jack and benny's murderer go and it never got her anything

is he gonna kill her now.

TELL ME YOU'RE PROUD OF ME oz you fuckin

he's so fucking delusional jesus putting her hand on his head

dude. is Vic actually gonna live through this episode

holy fuck

did not call that in the least

well. i was right about the pyrrhic victory for Oz

"All kinds of things" shut the fuck up.

God. I cannot believe Vic is living through this show. Admittedly as the kind of guy that his parents would have been ashamed of, but.

Wait. No no

don't

don't do it

no nondfonfodnfodnfodfn

please dont

pelase dont

oz don't you dare

nONONNNONONONONONONONONONONONO

PLEASE DOJNT DO IT NOW PLEAE

NO NO HE IS THEO NLY ONE WHO HAS SEEN THE WEAKNESS AND HUMAN IN YOU

OZ YOU

OZ

NO

WITH YOUR HANDS???? WITH YOUR FUCKIGN HANDS???? I THOUGHT HE WOUDL PULL A GUN AT LEAST YOU FUCKING

ODSOFANDFONSODNOSDAGNOGNIOAGDSASGJDISGNAGLNFGOSANFOSDO

SANO

NON NO NONONONO

VIC

vic. vic. vic barely lived a month longer than his family

all that good heart and he just. enabled a monster to rise to power. to make gotham worse

HE'S MUGGING HIM

YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT YOU BASTARD YOU

i

i

and the water takes him too.

JULIAN

oH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT AHHAAHHAHAHA

JULIAN

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SOFIA GETTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS HAHAHAHAHAH

SELINA KYLE???????? HELLO??????????????

bro.... oh my god..... this is....

I'm so happy.........

sofia smiling... sofia finding a new family member....

nvm i am so glad my original theories were wrong this is way better than anything i could have hoped for

oh my god

ohhhhh my god he actually is keeping his mom in a vegetative state.... exactly what she begged him not to do.......

she knows.... she knows... some part of her is aware in there ahahahahah

you should have let Rex kill him all those years ago

oh my god EVE???? EVE GIRL GET OUT BEFORE HE KILLS YOU TOO

oh no please tell me he never learned what happened with sofia and eve

hes literally just calling her ma. fuck me. mayeb that means eve is safe for now

NOT THE BATSIGNAL

[fadingdaggerr]

crystal clear

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: five times other people realized melissa was in love with you and the one time she realized it herself

warnings: mostly fluff, reader gets called a slur but it isn’t written

note: sorry i’ve been slow on updating, it’s finals week and a relative has had some a health scare :/

ava

when ava introduced you to the other teachers in the break room, she truly wasn’t going to give them much of a glance. a new teacher here that understood all the references she throws out instead of squinting? now that was someone she could hang out, and party, with outside of work.

but ava coleman is nothing if not observant. she sees the way melissa is struggling not to stare at you, the way her blinking looked almost forced. she brushes it off. you’re hot. at least she knows melissa isn’t blind, being down a teacher when she just hired one would suck.

it wasn’t until months later that ava actually noticed just how much of melissa’s attention was specifically for you. jacob had gotten you hooked on some show, now the two of you were excitedly talking about last night’s episode. ava listened to none of the nerdy word vomit coming from the two of you, but instead watched melissa gaze at you while you spoke. the soft look in her eyes and the barely noticeable smile almost made ava laugh, but she kept quiet.

this could be fun.

jacob

movie night this week was replaced by you and jacob watching the two hour finale of your show together. just as you got your snacks and drinks spread out, as well as every throw pillow you owned, and the ones jacob brought, arranged into a makeshift mega-couch, the buzzer of your apartment went off.

you scrambled to your feet, “melissa is here!”

jacob nearly choked on a swedish fish, “melissa? melissa like schemmenti?”

“what other melissa do we both know?” you laugh as you buzz her in, “she caught up so that she would watch with us,” you say with a big smile. jacob had thought melissa wouldn’t come to this movie night, the way barbara, janine, and gregory didn’t for tonight, and ava never came to any, claiming she was ‘too fine’ for the occasion. they didn’t watch thisv show, neither did melissa, until now.

“yeah… us,” he mutters under his breath.

“what?”

“nothing!”

jacob watches you nearly bouncing when you hear the knock on the door, rushing to answer it. he hears a muffled mel! followed by hey sweetheart. no one else, except barbara, could call her mel. he tried once and got a glare that still haunts his dreams. she was so easy to reply to you with a pet name, too. usually she called everyone dude, or kid, or just plain you. but not you, no, you got sweetheart.

jacob was almost convulsing, the realization was just too good. he covered his mouth in order to not scream. melissa schemmenti, notorious hardass, had a big, fat crush on you. he squeals at the thought.

“do not tell me you looked at a spoiler jacob abernathy hill!” you shout as you walk back in.

“abernathy?” melissa laughs, stopping the second you look at her, before looking at jacob for an answer.

he stiffens, “nope. just super excited to see this all happen.”

janine

being yanked by the sleeve into her classroom like a raggedy anne doll was not what janine expected on a monday morning. jacob shut the door and turned to look at janine, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“i have got to tell you something,” jacob says with excitement practically oozing from him.

“what is it? is barbara okay?” janine asks quickly.

“no, no. barbara is fine, it’s something good. i’m not going to spoil the big surprise, i wanna see it on your face,” jacob answers, “but i’ll give you a hint.”

“oh my god, jacob. please just get to the point.”

“yes, sorry,” he clears his throat, “melissa has got one of the biggest crushes i’ve ever seen, second only to yours on grego-”

janine smacks a hand over his mouth, “uh-uh. who is it?”

“i can’t tell you!” jacob sing-songs as he rushes from her classroom.

the next week has janine practically stalking melissa around every corner. she watches her hold the door for you, shove jacob out of the way so she can get the last iced tea, roll her eyes aggressively when ava spoke, hold tacks for you as you hung up the new monthly decorations, then hold your hand as you stepped down from the from the chair.

janine saw in real time how melissa’s tough exterior dropped with you. she watched her handle you so gently, anyone would think you were made from glass, but you didn’t seem to notice. it was so normal for you to see this side of melissa, you couldn’t see that it was different. janine scurried to her classroom to happy dance quickly before calming herself, as much as janine is capable, before leaving to get the kids from the art room.

gregory

thankfully, janine’s knowledge of melissa’s feelings for you did not make front page news or into the morning announcements. janine felt it a safer choice for her and jacob if they just kept this secret to themselves, which left gregory in the dark.

gregory only heard mutters of your name and melissa’s, which gave him some sort of direction about their whisperings. he looks towards you, seeing you leaned into melissa while looking at something on her phone. totally normal. gregory continued to eat his also totally normal sandwich, boiled chicken is not weird.

it feels a little less normal after janine called melissa a bad teacher, leaving janine unprepared for the might of courtney’s troublemaking. when the kids are at recess, gregory starts towards the lounge but is stopped by voices inside your classroom. he stops to listen, suddenly intrigued.

“do you think she’s right, though? she wouldn’t just say that normally,” melissa says, her voice tense and sad.

“no, i don’t think she’s right. she got an ego trip from thinking it was a real requested transfer and it spilled over, i don’t think she meant it,” your voice is calm, soothing in a way.

“are you sure?”

you laugh softly, “of course. you’re one of the best teachers in the world. i know it, janine knows it, hell, stanley tucci knows it.” your words make melissa laugh, something she very much needed it seemed.

gregory feels the need to take just a tiny peek. he sees your arm around melissa’s shoulders, her head on your shoulder while yours rests on hers, your fingers gently playing with the loose curls in her hair. melissa looks relaxed, content even. he’d never seen her showing physical affection to anyone, except the occasional side hug to barbara. but she was leaning on you, playing with the hem of your shirt as she spoke, letting you playing with her hair.

gregory stepped away from the door and started briskly walking to the lounge. so that’s why jacob and janine were so giggly about you two.

barbara

barbara knows her friend very, very well. she saw the look she gave you the first time she met you. she also clocked every other look melissa has sent your way since. at first she thought melissa was just checking you out, but after a few weeks the heat in her gaze turned to cartoonish heart eyes bulging out of her head.

barbara was no fool, she saw how you acted with melissa. it didn’t slip her mind once that you also had feeling for the red head. she watched the dance between you two, smiling at the fact her best friend was so happy, even if she didn’t realize it. barbara keeps her smile to herself.

legendary schools was a hyperactive bull running through abbott elementary’s very delicate china shop. parents were snapping at teachers left and right, one setting off melissa’s ‘fight-or-fight’ response. jacob walks in, babbling about a commercial. he almost asks where you are so you be part of the conversation for the take-down plan, but he’s cut off by yelling in the hallway.

everyone rushes out to see the mother of one of your students in your face. barbara can see that you’re trying not to cry at the cruel words, but she also sees how you’re holding your own. you don’t yell back, only speaking when the mother takes a breath. a word barbara cannot and will not repeat strikes through the air, silencing everyone around you. your face drops immediately, looking like you’d been harshly slapped.

melissa is walking down the hall before anyone can stop her, immediately in front of you. “you got some nerve talking like that around here. what is this, 1951?” melissa barks at the parent, holding herself back from swearing at and beating the living day lights out of someone on this seemingly normal thursday afternoon.

“you have teachers in this school pushing their own shit onto our kids, and you’re defending it? you’ve got a cross around your neck!” the mother yells.

“liberation movements are part of the curriculum. i asked the kids what three topics they were most interested in and we covered those, i didn’t choose,” you try reasoning from behind melissa, she won’t let you move from your spot.

barbara heads over and speaks to the mother with a plastic smile, “i’m going to have to ask you to leave, the school day is done. i’m sure you’d prefer to re-educate your child with some ignorance at home, correct?”

ava leads the mother away and barbara focuses on you; your breathing is fast and you can’t tear your eyes from the floor, lip wobbling. melissa’s hands gently go to your shoulders, you barely nod before she’s pulling you into a hug. barbara can see that melissa is whispering to you, but she can’t make out the words, she just sees you nod. you pull away from melissa slowly before taking off to your classroom to get your stuff and leave.

barbara comes to melissa’s side, “going back to your place?” melissa nods and follows you down the hall.

she filled in barb later that you watched golden girls on the couch until you fell asleep against melissa’s shoulder. barbara watched the muted smile on melissa’s lips struggle against her efforts to conceal it. lord this woman was whipped.

melissa

melissa knew she loved you, but truthfully not to the extent in which she did. she had spent so long convincing herself she cared about you the same she cared for all her friends, that she didn’t see the love for you was different. somewhere between you bringing her lattes and her letting you use her lap as a pillow on movie nights, the lines between what was friendship and what was maddening love for you blurred.

melissa’s first hint that she had feelings for you should’ve been when she started looking for you. it was so small but when she realized she was doing it, she’d blush and force herself to look down. during meetings she watched you take notes, then watched as those notes slowly turned to doodles of flowers and fossils. you’d given her a very accurate drawing of a bumble bee after an ava-centered meeting. you’d told her it was because her name meant honeybee in greek, before walking back down to your classroom, leaving melissa with honeybees buzzing in her chest.

—

the day she actually realized she had full on, gross, huge feelings for you, you’d been running late. you ran into the break room with a mug already in hand, bag haphazardly over your shoulder. everyone collectively looked at you with a little bit of shock.

with a stern face you stated back, “speak now or forever keep your two cents. i’m not a fan of staring.”

immediately all eyes dropped back down, except for melissa’s. she just kept watching you move about with quick steps, pouting at the change in the normal routine. she moves to the coffee maker and pours you a cup, using the creamer you prefer from the fridge. you only responded with a relieved smile and a mouthed ‘thank you.’

she watched you hurriedly get your classroom ready for the students, a small smile across her rosy lips. “you want help or are you enjoying the crazy chicken dance?”

you huffed at her, “ha ha, schemmenti,” your fake glare dropped, “could you pass out the science quizzes? they’re on my desk.”

melissa looks over your desk as she grabbed the papers, taking note of the knickknacks and pictures. the funko pop of dorothy from golden girls makes her smile, so does the sketchbook with a bee sticker on the cover.

she passed out the quizzes, and helped you prep the whiteboard for the day. you chatted lightly, but mostly just moved around each other while music played. it was so incredibly peaceful, the ease of it made her feel this warmth in her chest.

“thank you for helping me, melissa. truly. you didn’t have to,” you say as you finish rearranging the classroom chore chart.

“it’s no problem, really… i like spending time with you,” melissa says tentatively, gauging your reaction.

any nervous energy she may have had dissipates when you smile and duck your face down. you look back up at her, shy smile on your lips, “i like spending time with you too.”

you walked with her to get the kids from drop off, standing just a little bit closer than usual.

—

today was different. this beautiful saturday morning with you practically pulling her around the flea market. you inspected every item on the table with equal curiosity, always showing melissa your favorite things and things you think she’d like. her smile never fades and her eyes never leave you.

as you finish having lunch under the large center tent, she sees your eyes widen with excitement.

“what? what is it?” melissa says through her final bite of a hotdog.

you grab her hand and pull her towards what she now sees as the mini petting zoo. your immediately cradling the face of a goat, baby talking it to high heaven. she walks up next to you, gently petting the top of the goats head.

“he likes you,” she says.

“only him?” you say with a laugh, watching another goat approach, now wanting the attention his friend was getting from you two.

melissa laughs to hide her shock at your words before facing you, “no, definitely not just him.”

your smile grows at her words, the way you bite your lip makes melissa feel a little faint. thankfully she gets a moment to breathe when you’re distracted by a piglet coming towards you, making you squeal in delight. in this moment, melissa was sure she loved you.

melissa stands back up after bit, going over to grab both of you a lemonade. when she walks back, the words she hears only solidify her thoughts.

an older gentleman approaches you, “you and your wife are a beautiful couple.”

his words clearly shock you, “oh,” but she sees you push it down before responding with a kind smile, “why thank you, that’s very sweet! she’s definitely the beautiful one.”

when you turned, you see melissa and immediately move towards her. she wordlessly hands you a lemonade, which you accept as well as loop your arm with hers. she’s quiet as you walk back to the car and place your purchases in the backseat.

before she can start the car, you place a hand on hers, “you okay? you’re just a little quiet.”

“yeah, sweetheart. never been better,” she says, squeezing your hand. she relishes in your tugging her arms and hugging it, stretching across the console to rest you head on her shoulder as she drives you back to her place for dinner and a movie, as always.

melissa ann schemmenti realized she was big time in love with you that day.

not sure if i love this but let me know what y’all think :)

[respectthepetty]

do you happen to have any other bls with toxic kings up your sleeve? i’m as giddy as you when it comes to ming! i’m newer to bls, so there’s a good chance i haven’t seen whatever you suggest.

Anon, I have an entire roster of toxic characters because

I LOVE TOXIC BITCHES!

Like 2 Chainz rapped on one of my favorite songs, "I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem" which is why I HATE when a story won't allow characters to be toxic. Like we all know the character IS toxic, but the story keeps telling us he isn't that bad or he is only that bad because reasons. Regardless of the reasons, the character is a bad bitch so why not just let him fucking own it, which is truly the reason Only Friends pissed me off so much.

Case and point, my favorite characters were Ray and Nick. Ray was calling Sand a whore every two seconds and throwing money at him, while Nick was recording non-consexual sex tapes, yet the narrative wanted me to think they were just sad dudes who were slightly problematic.

NAH! Nick straight up said he was trash! THEY WERE TOXIC just like everyone else in that damn show!

Which is why I liked Kang in Dangerous Romance because I don't feel like the narrative eased up on his toxicity. In fact, I feel like the story said Sailom was into it with that master/servant scene at the very end.

So in order for me to love a toxic character, they must 1) be considered toxic by the story, and 2) stay toxic, so I'm going to give you a list of ten of my favorites, but know that spoilers are coming your way too. Also know that I do not recommend anything, ever, so these are not recommendations. These are merely my favorite toxicitos.

Mis tóxicos favoritos

presented in no particular order

Todd - Not Me

This man had his lover (it's canon to me) beat into a coma. Then, he went and grabbed that man's twin brother and made him take on his lover's persona all so he could overthrow his competition and be the number one evil capitalist. And then, AND THEN, he was excited to see his lover, Black, return even though he knew that meant he was probably going to die. Honestly, his entire relationship with Black was toxic, and I desperately need more of it. Not Me 2: Blackout when? WHEN, GMMTV?!

Rio & Kido - The Novelist Series

Rio blew Kido in front of an old man in broad daylight, so they could get a book deal. That's just one of the many fucked up things these two did together, but they were even worse apart. Rio lied to a college student for months about his arm being injured and writing pornographic novels just to turn on the college student and fuck him because . . . he was bored? It's deeper than that, but it kinda ain't. Rio and Kido did toxic shit to feel alive and that's my special brand of toxic. I will never make excuses for them. I like them this way.

Yai - Big Dragon

The very beginning of this show, as in the very first scene, is Yai and Mangkorn having sex AFTER Yai drugged Mangkorn in hopes of sexually assaulting him and recording it. AND MANGKORN IS INTO IT! Yai tries to steal Mangkorn's phone and ruin his life too, but Mangkorn is so in love with Yai, that he is willing to play along with whatever Yai does including fighting Yai. This is one of my favorite BLs for a multitude of reasons, but the biggest is because instead of trying to tame Yai, Mangkorn just decided to match his toxic energy! I love that for them.

Songpol - Club Friday

Bank plays toxic very well, which is why he has two characters on this list, even though this show isn't technically a BL. Club Friday is already a hot mess express, so to be the most toxic character in a show filled with toxic characters means that Songpol was TOK-SICK! He cheated on his boyfriend with multiple men. When his boyfriend left him for a woman, he showed up outside of that woman's house calling her a whore. He then went to their wedding just so he could fuck his ex in a bathroom (on his wedding day). He continued to hook up with his ex, and sent a video to his ex's wife of them having sex, only for her to tell him to move into the house and continue having sex with her husband! AND THAT'S ONLY THE SECOND EPISODE! He was serving telenovela villain, and I want him back.

Vegas - KinnPorsche

The scene: Vegas' beloved hedgehog has just died and he has carried out a tiny funeral for him while the bodyguard he has been holding hostage AND TORTURING comforts him, but instead of sitting in that grief, Vegas tells the bodyguard that the bodyguard is probably turned on by seeing Vegas weak, then proceeds to fuck him. Skipping over the fact that Vegas drugged Porsche, killed Tawan, got Big and Ken murdered by extension, and a plethora of other horrible shit, Vegas was a HUGE red flag from the very beginning, and I wanted him to choke me so badly. *bites knuckles*

Charn - Laws of Attraction

He had his reasons, but the story and his husband didn't let that be an excuse for his toxic behavior. He tried burning down Tinn's house, with Tinn and his grandmother in it, and Tinn was very upset about it. Not enough to not sleep with Charn, but enough to get his point across that if Charn wanted to burn something down, he needed to focus on burning down the oppressive heteronormative government, so we could all have basic human rights. Toxic, but for the cause.

Chalothon - The Sign

I knew he was a problem because the way he handled his patients, but he truly proved how toxic he was when he told Phaya he would kill Tharn before letting Phaya have him. I'm mad that the show made him good in the last episode, with most of if being off-screen, but I'll always remember how he committed psychological warfare on Phaya for eleven episodes in hopes of making Phaya seem crazy, and actually made Tharn, Phaya's soulmate, question Phaya's sanity.

Mol - 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

The only woman on this list and she isn't even queer. That's how toxic this chick was that she made it on a this list being a heterosexual, which was a major part of her toxicity. She is a top-tier gaslighter to her son. She doesn't actually consider Inn her friend. She uses feminist rhetoric to be homophobic. She manipulates every situation in her favor by using tears. I could write a list just about her being lead paint toxic, but the most fucked up part is that she got to ride off into the sunset with her son in the passenger seat being miserable, which is what she wanted. No other BL parent could reach her level. Korn and Gun from KinnPorsche exist, yet this woman would eat them alive without hesitation, then go throw a party for herself. She really is that bitch.

Yong Jie - HIStory 4: Close to You

I'm not going to bullshit around him being a whole ass problem. This motherfucker is the most controversial pick on this list, and I am well aware of why he is hated by the people, but the story told us he was the devil. The show treated everything he did like stalking, physical assault, and sexual assault as horrible, and he got knocked out for it. HIStory 4 is my favorite BL, ever, and part of it is because the story let this toxic motherfucker BE toxic. I love how much I hate him, and I love how much the story allows me to hate him.

So - House of Stars

This show was a mess, so I was not expecting this man to come out as THE toxic king to rule over every other toxic character. What made him so toxic is that I had no idea just how toxic he was until the exact moment I realized it, and that's why he is one of my favorites. He was sneaky. He was playing everyone against each other. He was letting the bodies stack up. He was Tan from Dead Friend Forever without anyone figuring out he was Tan. One person realized part of his plan, but even then, that person was not aware of how committed to the bit So was. This smile was the very last scene of the show, and it really proved that this boy ruined everyone's lives only to walk out of it completely unbothered. You know, king shit.

[mamawasatesttube]

I feel so shy not being able to hide in the anon asks but for the sake of desperation I'll ask anyway.

First of all I must say that I love the way you express yourself, because even though you are against some things, or at least you don't like them. You express it so well and so respectful that's addicting.

Anyway the questions were what you thought about Tim+Kon+Bernard, because I've seen a lot of people talking about it but I don't know if it makes much sense if you think of their relationship.

Also if you had some songs that reminded you of Kon I'd love the recs! Because I'm still a newbie in the whole DC comics, but I've been having a Kon brain rot for a while.

Sorry if I don't express myself correctly, English isn't my first language. If any of this makes you uncomfy please feel free of ignoring me and I hope you have plenty of good days!!💕💕 Be careful to not catch a cold

aww thank you that's very sweet of you to say!!! :D i do love to simply start talking and rambling all the time. one of my top skills. (and yeah i turned off anon asks a while ago because unfortunately talking about racism in fandom often gets you labelled a bitch with a terrible personality 😔✊ alas!)

as for tim/kon/bernard ... i really, really dislike that ship. it takes everything i already strongly dislike about tim/ber (tim drake: robin is the worst comic i've ever read, and i'm including jeph loeb's supergirl when i say this), and multiplies it by a factor of about 500.

my biggest problem with tim/ber is that megfitz wrote them with absolutely no actual chemistry. there is nothing in the text to tell me why they actually like each other. there is nothing in the text that tells me what the issues in their relationship are, or how they might grow together as people, or anything. which is absolutely insane because you'd think "bernard knows tim's secret identity, but has not told tim that he knows" would be a MAJOR point of conflict, but instead it's just completely glossed over to the point of the comic asking us to accept that the bats would ever allow a mob of random civilians on a mission with them. there's stretching suspension of disbelief, and then there's putting suspension of disbelief on the medieval torture rack and tearing it apart. like. come ON. (tdr is also like. teehee gentrification but its cute? which is insane to me in a different way. its just. its so bad. its such a bad comic.)

so adding kon to that mix kind of gives me hives because a) we have all of my issues with tdr being incredibly inconsistent, both internally and with all existing tim characterization ever, and b) it brings up all of my issues with how kon has been written since yj2019. which i could get into Yet Again but in the interests of being at least a little bit concise, it's also incredibly inconsistent and drives me bonkers. so the concept of this ship just makes me go "why the FUCK" because i just truly genuinely cannot fathom why kon and bernard would ever give a shit about each other. i can barely even fathom why tim and bernard give a shit about each other because megfitz did the comic script equivalent of picking up two barbie dolls and mashing them together and going LOOK THEYRE IN LOVE. they have no consistent characterization under her pen.

so adding kon into that just makes me want to tear my hair out a little bit because. like. to be entirely honest i don't know how some random dude from one of tim's many high schools who tim was friendly with, sure, but not particularly close with, can hold a candle to Whatever The Fuck Tim And Kon Have Going On. especially with how flat their relationship reads to me in tdr (what do they even like about each other??? why is bernard in fucking biophysics or whatever while wanting to be a chef??? why does tim not go "you know culinary school exists right??" when he finds out??? how am i supposed to believe that tim "duty" drake would ever leave people in a burning building just for his sad boyfriend??? that batman and co would ever let a bunch of civilians fight alongside them - or for that matter, that they'd need bernard to tell them tim's in trouble?? what the fuck alternate dimension are they from where any of this makes sense???). tim/ber just is such a nothing ship to me that adding kon to it is just like. EXTREME nothing. to me tim/ber/kon is basically a flag that says "i don't care about characterization" and it's just so very deeply NOT my thing at all whatsoever.

...which is why to ME tim's first boyfriend is ives, not bernard, and in this essay i will--

ahem. anyways!! re: kon songs, oh man i have a lot. i have a whole playlist even. with a linked document to explain every song choice. i also lately have been thinking about making a second playlist for all the songs that didn't make it onto the first one!! much to consider.

also don't worry your english is totally fine ♥ and it's very sweet of you to wish me well healthwise and also a little funny because actually i am just getting over a cold that had me sniffly and miserable most of last week. but i'm much better tonight so yippee!! thank you again :D

[frankenkyle19]

Kinktober Day 1: Pegging Peter Maximoff

posting a day early because I’m getting ready to head to bed and want to give you all something to feast on

word count: 3k

description/warnings: Pegging, fem reader x Peter, definitely ooc Peter, sorry I try my best, sub Peter but also not really extreme, fingering, lube, cute consent because I love it, reassurance, cuteness.

It was quite the sight to behold. Peter Maximoff with his back arched, hands clenching the bedsheets underneath him, getting absolutely fucked by his girlfriend. 

Let’s rewind a bit…

Peter was very comfortable sexually, knew what he liked, knew what he wanted to try, and what he didn’t really think he’d like, so when you brought up the idea of pegging, he wasn’t immediately down for it. 

Something up his ass? Didn’t sound too great for him. Sounded like some sort of torture. What was so great about it? Like sure, he knew anatomically something inside a dude’s ass felt good when it was stimulated, but Peter had been perfectly content his whole life with strictly dick stimulation.  

So yeah, when you asked him if he’d be into that, he didn’t explicitly say no, but he also wasn’t head over heels. He liked to try new things, he’d do anything at least once, so that’s how you convinced him to let you fuck him.

With the agreement that if he wanted to stop at any time, your plan was set into motion, and Peter waited a bit nervously on when and how you wanted to do it.

It was a few weeks later, when Peter had let his guard down, figuring you forgot all about it, when you struck. You two were making out on your bed, nothing out of the ordinary, when you grabbed his ass, causing him to pull from your lips with a yelp, brows furrowed in confusion at your actions.

By the look in your eyes when they met his own, he knew he was truly fucked. In more ways than one it seemed.

—————————————————————————

“A-are you sure this won’t hurt too bad?” Peter said, a bit nervous. He was laid out on the bed, completely nude as he looked up at you. He trusted you with his life, but still, this was a bit scary.

“Look, we don’t have to do this, okay? Only if you want to. Okay? Never ever feel pressured to do something just because I do.” You gently reached down to cup the speedster’s cheek, rubbing your thumb gently across the skin.

Your words did wonders to calm Peter, just knowing that it was his choice, and that you wouldn’t be upset if he didn’t enjoy it or wanted to stop. You had a way of doing that. Of always calming him. His mind ran about as fast as he did, so his thoughts were often a blur, and quite stressful at times. Thanks to you, he was able to ground himself a bit better and actually think without his thoughts messing everything up, which to him, they often seemed to do.

“I… I want to.” He said quietly, barely above a whisper. A blush spread across his cheeks at his admittance to wanting to get fucked. He’d never even really thought about it as an option before, but now he had to admit the sight of you fucking him with a strap on did make his cock twitch. Just a littleee bit. God, the effect you had on him was insane to say the least.

You smiled as you crawled over his body to give him a quick kiss, and as you pulled away Peter, bless him, chased your lips with his own. He whined softly when you pulled out of his reach. His dark brown eyes followed you as you picked up the strap you’d bought specifically for this, and examined it. 

It wasn’t too big, smaller than Peter’s own dick, which was a good size, a little above average, so he wasn’t too worried about it breaking his insides or anything like that. Even though that would be kind of funny… But not, because Peter was sure it would hurt like hell. And he may die. Anyways- again with his distracting thoughts…

You set it back down on the bed and picked up the extra large bottle of lube Peter had picked up for you guys. You weren’t really sure why he had to get the biggest size they had, but he did. Maybe he thought you guys would need to use it all? Who knows.

You popped the cap on the bottle and poured some of the slick liquid out onto your fingers, rubbing them together to get fully coated before closing the bottle and setting it onto the floor. You decided to keep it close by because you’d most definitely need more of it in the near future.

You propped Peter’s legs up so he was bent at the knees, his ass on full display for you. It should be illegal for this man to look as beautiful as he was. Every part of him was perfect and it drove you nuts. 

He looked down at you nervously, swallowing hard as your lube covered fingers trailed just below his balls, right until you-

Yup! Yup this was happening, your fingers were circling his ass and Peter felt like he was going to quite literally jump out of his skin. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shittt.

You were as gentle as you could be, caressing his tight hole before breaching it with your pointer finger. As tight as he was, your finger slid in relatively easily because of the amount of lube you’d used. 

Peter’s first impression was… This sucked. Royally. Who enjoyed this? He just felt tight and uncomfortable, his hole clenching around your finger, as if it was trying to reject the foreign feeling. If he didn’t like a finger up his ass, who was to say he’d like a full dildo? 

Still, he didn’t tell you to stop, so you kept going, curling your finger up slightly. Your brows were furrowed in concentration and you were obviously lost in thought. Peter wondered what in the world you could be thinking about right now, because the only thing on his mind was how odd this felt.

You slipped another finger into him, causing him to inhale shakily, the stretch burning a bit more this time, but he got used to the feeling relatively quicker then before. 

You pressed both fingers deeper into his ass, curling upwards and massaging gently until- 

Oh. You hit a spot that actually felt good inside of Peter. Better than good. Better than he’d ever thought possible. Holy shit. Seeing the look on his face as well as the way his hips subtly arched towards the feeling, you continued deeper, wanting to get at least three fingers in before you even attempted the strap on. 

Peter relaxed against the bed, the burning turned into a dull ache as he watched your fingers disappear in him before sliding out again. You used your other hand to reach for the bottle of lube, popping it open once more before pouring a generous amount onto your already slick fingers, as well as Peter’s hole.

He shivered at the cold feeling of the liquid, it not being heated up by your fingers just yet. He mewled as you then added a third and final finger, the stretch intense but not as painful. It seemed as the time went on, the less it hurt, it felt more like pressure than anything. Once more, he felt your fingers brush up against that spot inside him that made him tense up in pleasure. What the hell was that?

“Woo baby, that feels good, do that again- whatever you’re doing do it again-“ he spoke up finally, beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation, hips arching into the feeling of your fingers fucking into him.

You chuckled softly and once more brushed your fingers against that spongy spot inside of him that made him shiver. You seemed to know what it was, but he was just as confused as to how it felt so damn good.

“Wha-what is-oHhh what is that??” He asked through labored breaths, looking up to meet your eyes, his own a bit glazed over from lust.

“It’s your g-spot, Peter. You didn’t know-?”

“I’ve got a g-spot? Oh that’s hella cool-“ he laughed, laying his head back on the pillow as he basked in the newfound pleasurable sensation.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at his ridiculousness before slipping your fingers out of him, causing him to mewl at the loss.

“Why’d ya stop? Was feeling so good- like so fucking good-“ he sat up a bit, only for you to gently push him back down again, propping his legs up and sliding a pillow under his butt to give him some elevation. It’d make what happened next much easier for the both of you.

You picked up the strap, hooking it around your waist and making sure it was secure before looking back at Peter, checking in to make sure everything was still good and that he did want to continue.

And of-fucking-course he did, especially after feeling how good just your fingers had made him feel.

You lubed up the strap on until it was practically dripping, because the more lube the better, and Peter had bought plenty, so might as well use it.

You placed the silicone cockhead at his hole, gently rubbing back and forth to spread the lube a bit. You gently rubbed at his knees, meeting his eye once more in a silent confirmation that he did want this. 

He nodded, seeming to understand what you were asking without any words needing to be shared between the two of you. He propped himself up a bit more, getting as comfy as possible as he watched you stroke the fake cock with your hand. And god if that wasn’t one of the hottest things Peter had ever seen in his short lifetime.

You gently began to push it against his hole, not receiving much resistance as the tip popped right in. It was a bit thicker than your three fingers, but it didn’t hurt as much as Peter expected it to. Of course he still had the whole rest of the cock to take, but so far he was feeling pretty good.

You smiled softly, seeing that he was calm and relaxed. It made it all a lot easier, and you began to ease more of the dildo into his hole.

For Peter, it seemed that the worst part was over, as the more you pushed into him, he didn’t feel much pain at all. Just felt.. full. It was actually quite a nice feeling. One that he could see himself getting used to.

There was a bit of resistance when you were about halfway in, and Peter whined as you pushed a little harder, the rest of the cock slipping inside him, your hips flush against his. 

“Oh my god- I’m sorry Peter-“ you whispered, seeing as his eyebrows scrunched up in discomfort. You wanted to take things slow, but his hole just seemed to suck the dildo in, even if it was painful for Peter.

“I’m okay, just give me a minute. So fucking full-“ he groaned, moving his hips a bit against the dildo, getting used to the feeling. He did ache a bit, and he knew he’d definitely be sore in the morning, but there was also a part of it that just felt too good.

“Nghh- move- more please. Want you to hit that spot again.” He said softly, beginning to rut his hips down against the strap, begging for more. He felt like he’d die if he didn’t get more right this second.

You granted him that as you pulled back just a bit before beginning to thrust back in, brushing barely against his g-spot, causing him to whine pathetically, a sound that he was embarrassed to realize came out of his mouth. 

It went on like this for a while. You fucked him slowly as he practically drooled, begging for more. Eventually, you pulled out of him and got him on all fours before pushing the dildo back into his greedy hole. Continuing to fuck him. It was much easier this way, and you hit his g-spot head on almost every time you thrust in. 

Peter grunted as your hips thrust against his, the strap on stretching him out as he moaned pathetically, hair strewn across his sweaty forehead, and hanging in front of his eyes as his body jerked with each thrust. He was on all fours on the bed, clutching onto the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white as he bit his lip, tiny whimpers and cries slipping out every few thrusts.

How pathetic he must look right now, he thought. Getting fucked by his girlfriend, and enjoying it. The thing he said he’d never do. Oh how wrong he had been.

“Fuck-“ he panted, sweat dripping from his brow down to his chin. This felt a million times better than he had expected, and for a split second he wondered what a real dick would feel like inside him. Would it be warm? Duh. Would he be able to feel it twitch? Probably. 

Why was he thinking about this right now? Jesus, he needed to get a grip.

Speaking of grip, his hold on the bed sheets loosened a bit as his palms got sweaty, and his body jerked forward even more till he almost hit the headboard.

He removed his hands from the sheets and gripped onto the wooden headboard, finding purchase as he held on for dear life as your unrelenting thrusts sped up.

“Fuck- please- baby- oh my goddd- ngghhh!”  Peter cried out, causing a smirk to play on your lips. 

Your hips ached and your whole body was sore, but you kept going. Seeing Peter like this was addictive, and you never wanted to stop. Screw your sore muscles. 

Peter could barely catch his breath, as every thrust into him, knocked the wind right back out of his lungs.

He felt lightheaded, almost dizzy from the new found pleasure, arching back into the feeling, much like a cat.

“My poor little thing.” You cooed, shaking your head. Your hands held his hips tightly, watching as the dildo slipped in and out of his used hole.

This was definitely going to become a more frequent occurrence with the two of you. 

“Mmgh- F-uckkk” He could barely form sentences as his body went slack, letting the dildo abuse his insides. He’d surely be aching later, maybe even have a limp. A dull pained reminder of how good you’d made him feel.

He tensed, feeling his balls tighten as that all too familiar feeling began to grow from the pit of his stomach, ready to burst any second.

He tried to warn you, but he was so far gone he couldn’t get any words out, only managing incomprehensible grumbles that sounded suspiciously like your name, but it was anyone’s best guess as to what he was actually saying. 

You let one of your hands fall from his hip, instead wrapping it around his neglected cock, causing him to curl in on himself a bit, the combined pleasure almost too much to even be considered enjoyable.

He didn’t know if he should lean back against the strap, or buck forward to get more friction on his red, leaking cock.

Both. Both is good.

He rocked back and forth pathetically, a bit of drool coming from his mouth as he titled his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

His cock began to subtly vibrate the slightest bit, something that was barely noticeable, a tell tale sign he was close. He lost control of himself and his powers at times like these, the pleasure the only thing on his mind.

Sensing he was close, you angled your hips just right to hit his prostate with every other thrust, causing him to nearly collapse forward, eyes shut tightly as his body quivered.

“Cum for me, Peter, I know you want to, baby. I know you’ve got it in you, c’mon.” You encouraged, your hand sliding over his cock in time with your thrusts.

It didn’t take much more after that, he came with a cry, body tensing to an almost impossible degree as he shook, overwhelmed with so much pleasure.

You let him ride out his high before carefully slipping the strap out of his sore hole, causing him to wince a bit before he collapsed against the bed into a pile of sticky sweat and cum.

The room was heavy with the smell of sex as you took off the strap and set it somewhere to be cleaned later once things settled down.

Peter rolled over onto his back, only succeeding in making an even bigger mess of himself. Not like he could even try to act like he cared at the moment. He’d just had his brains fucked out.

You stood up and went to the bathroom attached to your bedroom and wet a washcloth before coming back to Peter. He still wasn’t all there, a bit hazy still as he looked up at you, a fucked out smile on his lips as he chuckled.

He shivered as the cold washcloth touched his skin and you did your best to clean him up until he was ready for a shower. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

Once he was cleaned up you did your best to clean up the sheets as well, which would be changed later, but until then you didn’t want Peter laying in a pool of drying cum. No one liked that. 

“Do you need anything, Peter?” You asked, brushing his sweaty silver hair out of his face.

He thought for several moments before nodding.

“Okay, what do you want, baby? I’ll get it for you.” You smiled softly, watching him slowly come back to himself.

“Twinkie.” Was all he croaked out, voice spent from the moans and whines he let out. 

A Twinkie. 

That was almost too on brand for Peter. He just got fucked within an inch of his life and the only thing he wants afterwards was a Twinkie? Checks out.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, standing up.

“Okay dork.” You made your way to the door, making sure Peter had covered up with a blanket before you made your way down to the kitchen to look for a Twinkie for your boy. 

He did deserve it after all. 

[torialefay]

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 14)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~ 13k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

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Previous Chapter Recap:

On instinct, Chan leaned in to grab his hand and tap his back. It was then when he realized just how sticky his hands were.

He pulled back, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry dude, I don’t know what I got all over myself at lunch.”

He watched in horror as Young K looked down at his hand and then down toward Chan’s feet and the floor behind him, both covered with white fluid. His cheeks went instantly red, and he knew it.

“Yeah,” Young K responded, a bit awkwardly as he made a concerned face. “No big deal,” he walked past Chan and to another stall.

‘God fucking damnit.’

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Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Friday, 5 PM

Y/N’s POV:

Another week had come and gone. It was a whirlwind to say the least. It felt like all of the puzzle pieces were finally falling into place.

Your week spent with Jungkook had been more magical than you could have ever imagined. Every date with him had you giggling like you were back in middle school, kicking your feet at the end of each night when you got home. Even if it was too early to say it, you *felt loved. He had a natural way of doing that. The chemistry between the two of you was so organic, it felt like he could truly melt all of your troubles away. Any little thing you struggled with, it was like he knew exactly what to say. He knew exactly what to do. Almost as if he were made you. Almost as if he was perfect... and almost as if he'd rehearsed it.

Your group had continued to work well together- no more outbursts from Jenna. She seemed to have moved on and now had her sight set on one of the male trainees… As if anyone was surprised. But hey, whatever kept her occupied and out of your hair, you took as a win.

As the main dancer, you’d stayed busy making sure that the choreography was perfect, and so far, you hadn’t had much trouble out of anyone… ‘Yet,’ you thought, not wanting to get ahead of yourself. But otherwise, vocal lessons had been great, raps were flowing more naturally, and everyone’s talents really got to be displayed. You could tell that the SKZ members were impressed today, watching the finalized practice for one of your songs.

“You guys are gonna do really well,” Chan said softly after watching all of you.

“You think so?” Anna flashed the biggest smile, clapping her hands together excitedly. All of the girls began to chatter enthusiastically as you put on a big smile as well.

Even though you were grateful for their words, you were more concerned about what JYP had to say. JYP had come in soon after, ready to evaluate you once your mentors had given you advice. Again, you were nervous- how could you not be? But also, again, the nerves melted right off as you began the performance. And you confirmed that it was for good reason as JYP sung your praises. He said that each of you were very much individually talented, but as a group, he saw a great connection. He complemented Anna as well for being able to organize the group and make sure that everything was being taken care of. Of course, he added in some very minor critiques, but overall, it was very successful. Claps from across the room soothed your mind that you could do this.

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Friday, 9 PM

And with the team's high spirits wanting to continue on, you’d ended up with the 5 of your friends settled down on the floor of your’s and Anna’s hotel room. “Truth or Dare” had started only 30 minutes ago and you’d already had enough laughs for the rest of the week.

Mindi admitted that her first crush had been on the Powerpuff Girls’ dad.

Anna had to give Nisha (who was, by far, the quietest member in the friend group) a lap dance… and trust me when I say that she put on a show.

Nisha, however, got her revenge by being dared to send an Instagram message to anyone of her choice off of their phone. And of course that meant messaging Felix from Anna’s account about the “explosive diarrhea that she was having.”

Kara confessed that if she had to pick a crush out of the kids, she would pick Seungmin, her own mentor… You knew from that moment on that no one would let her live that down.

Sunnie had been dared to stand outside in the hallway and give out the loudest “wolf howl” she could for 5 seconds. As soon as she ran back inside the door, she almost tripped over her own feet from cry-laughing.

And the question you’d gotten… well you knew that you’d get it eventually.

“Okay, so, the question issss-“ Kara dragged out. “What is the farthest you’ve gone with your mansss?” She teased as she tried to get a blush out of you. And it worked. You still hadn’t told everyone that you were official. Well, “official” official. You were pretty sure that signing an NDA applied to them too. So maybe you could just… leave out that part? They already probably weren’t supposed to know that you were seeing him at all.

You cleared your throat before proceeding. “Welll, we haven’t slept together, so sorry to disappoint on that,” you laughed. “I mean, we really haven’t done much. I sat on his lap while we made out. And we’ve had a few steamy sessions here and there. But nothing crazy…” your voiced trailed off, waiting for a response. You were met with big, bugging eyes, like they were waiting for a response too.

“How long have you been seeing him?” Mindi asked innocently.

You had to think for a moment. “I think two, three weeks? A month? Maybe?”

“Well then you’re getting there,” she smirked. “Only if you want to, of course!” she quickly added.

“If I do, you guys will be the first to know,” you lied, adding a smile to your face. Anna’s eyes looked at you knowingly. She’d be the only one that statement would apply to, and you both knew it.

Soon after, the game moved on and revealed a lot of secrets that you’d probably otherwise never have known about your friends.

You looked at your phone with a smile before addressing the group. “Alright, who wants snacks?”

You guessed the dumb look on your face gave it away. “Oooo is your boy toy offering to get you something?” Sunnie asked with a devious little grin.

“Well, he’s offering to get US something,” you smiled. By “us”, you really meant Anna and yourself. You were the only ones who’d signed an NDA, and as far as you knew, he wasn’t aware that anyone else knew... Not that he'd been careful enough out in public for you for people to piece together who you were. Regardless, you hadn’t told him that you were with the rest of the girls tonight, so you figured he just didn’t realize.

So how could you ask him for enough food to feed 6 girls when he thought there was only two?

Let’s be honest, he would have bought anything you asked. No question. But still, you wanted to be careful.

“That is so sweet,” Kara gushed, clinging her hands to her chest dramatically. “What do you guys want?”

You tried to pipe up before anyone else could. “How about some pizzas? I’ve really been craving it.” Normally, you wouldn’t be the type to interject, but you needed to this time.

“Sounds good to me!” Sunnie smiled, gesturing her hands out as if she didn’t mind one way or the other.

“Perf!” Kara added.

Relieved that your little plan had worked, you messaged Jungkook back with your order and to thank him for everything. 30 seconds later, a call came through the line, with the name “Kookie” splaying across your screen.

You quickly stood from your position and walked over to the bathroom so you’d have a private place to take the call. In case you had to lie a little bit, you didn’t want the girls to hear.

“Hello?” you answered the phone as soon as you were out of ear shot, closing the door behind you.

“Hey baby,” you could tell he was grinning through the phone. That beautiful little bunny grin.

“What are you up to? Other than being basically the best boyfriend ever and sending me food,” you joked.

“I’m not really getting into much tonight. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t want to hang out? I know from your texts that you were worn out, so I didn’t want to push anything, but I figured I’d still ask.”

Your heart melted a little. “No, you’re right. I’m pretty exhausted. If it’s okay, I think I’ll stay in tonight. But I’d love to see you tomorrow?” you asked before you heard loud yells coming from the girls in the other room. You guessed that someone was trying to chicken out of a really bad dare.

“Yeah, that’s perfect, but… Is everything okay? I thought I heard a loud noise?” Jungkook pried.

“Oh yeah…” you said, trying to think on your feet. “I think it’s our neighbors next door. They’ve been going at it all night,” you pretended.

“It sounds like a cage match back there,” Jungkook laughed. “Do you want me to call and talk to someone about it?” he offered.

“Oh! No, that’s okay! If it gets too bad, I’ll just knock on their door. No big deal.”

“If you say so,” his voice carried up. “But anyways, back to tomorrow. How about I pick you up around 6? I’d like to take you somewhere special.”

“Somewhere speciallll?” You questioned him naughtily. “And where would that be?”

“It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll really love it,” he said.

“Is there anything special I should wear or do? You’ve got to at least give me that as a hint.”

“Don’t worry about it baby, just get ready like you normally do. I’ll take care of it.”

You couldn’t help but get nervous. Excited, but a little nervous. What could he possibly have in store that you hadn’t heard already? You smiled anyway.

“Alright, I’ll trust you this time,” you teased before taking a long pause. “I do really miss you though.”

You waited in anticipation for Jungkook to respond.

“You know I really miss you too. I miss you every day I’m not with you,” he admitted. “And just this past week… It’s really been one of the best weeks of my life.” He paused. “I know that sounds dramatic, and maybe hearing that feels too soon, but it feels nice to have someone who fully accepts me as a person and for someone to see me for my good. And I know that with time, I’ll be able to open up more about the not-so-good parts, but I know already how beautiful your heart is. And no matter how scary all of this is, you will always understand me. You make me feel like the best man in the world.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting out of this call, but not that. Jesus. For a moment, you didn’t even know how to respond. Jungkook picked up on your hesitancy.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I said too much too quickly,” he started back. “I just wanted you to know how I feel. If you don’t know about things yet, then that’s okay. But that’s how you make me feel, and I wanted you to know that it means a lot to me. You don’t even understand.”

You let out a breath, prepared now with what was on your mind. “I’m so happy I can be that for you. And I will always try to understand you. The good parts and the bad parts. There’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

Although you couldn’t see his face, you knew that your short words were making him emotional. As much as you never would have believed it, he actually did have a strong emotional side. And that was one of the reasons why you loved him.

Wait- LOVED? Okay, not love, not love. It’s not to that point yet, is it? No, it’s way too soon for that. It was an emotional reaction. You felt loved, and you had love for him, but that didn’t necessarily mean you were IN LOVE with him… At least that’s what you told yourself.

“There’s no one else I’d rather be with either. I’m so lucky with you… But I’ll let you get back to your girl’s night, okay? You rest up so I can see that pretty face tomorrow,” he almost giggled.

“I will. Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight babe.”

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Saturday, 10 AM

Chan’s POV:

This weekend, Chan was on a mission. One to forget about you. Or, at least, to stop thinking about you.

It was ridiculous. He’d always understood that. But to think he had no self-control… well he just couldn’t accept that anymore. He would distract himself every day. Every single day. As long as it took for him to get over you. Until he could look at you and feel nothing.

Considering he’d drunkenly admitted to Changbin last week that he was in love with you, he knew this probably wouldn’t be easy.

‘One more week. One more week until Everyday Idol is over,’ he thought.

He yawned as he rolled over in bed, thankful to have yet another weekend off… However, he wasn’t so sure that it would be the most beneficial for him to have so much free time on his hands… Free time for his mind to begin to wander. So, he planned out his day accordingly.

First, he’d talk with STAY, see what they wanted to do tomorrow during Channie’s room. He’d hit up the gym, might as well. Hopefully Changbin would be- No, Changbin would definitely be there. Grab some lunch, get a shower, and then? Whatever, he thought he would just figure that part out later. Maybe Young K’s offer still stands… ‘Doubt it.’

Chan hopped on Bubble quickly to see what STAYs were up to. As he read through the thousands of messages, he couldn’t help but giggle. He decided to tease them a little. Sending a message saying “Date tomorrow?” instead of Channie’s room would make everyone go insane.

And he was right. Not even two minutes later and everyone was freaking out. Chan couldn’t help it. He loved this feeling… at his core, no matter how awkward he could be, he could also be a flirt. And a damn good one.

He figured he’d see just how much he could toy with STAYs.

He laughed as he read the comments:

Wear a tux for us Channie!!!

pls don’t wear anything 😩

You’re a cutie anyway. Whatever you want to wear is fine.

Matching hoodies?

i don’t care, just excited for a date with my babyyyyy

It always did give him a bit of a confidence boost.

After toying with STAY for a few more minutes, he messaged Changbin to see if he’d want to go to the gym. As he waited, he switched over to TikTok. Seeing funny edits always gave him a smile. He scrolled along, watching funny compilation videos and reactions to their music that people had posted. His heart felt so full every time someone complimented their music.

He switched down to the next video, which had been bits and pieces edited together of an interview they had done a few weeks ago. Chan remembers it so vividly because he’d had a huge headache all morning and he hadn’t been able to pinpoint why… it had contrasted so much with the night he’d had prior. The night he’d first hung out with you.

And here he was again, thinking about your presence. ‘Quit,’ he warned himself before shaking it off and scrolling down to the next video. He was relieved when Changbin replied that he’d already gotten to the gym, but to come on before he got too far into it.

Chan cheerily raised up from the bed and into the bathroom, quickly getting himself ready. It was never hard for him. A black tee with hoodie over top and black shorts. Black beanie, black socks, black shoes. Simple enough.

He quickly grabbed a water and a protein drink from the fridge, making sure to chug the protein down before arriving to the gym that he used.

As he walked along the street, clad in sunglasses as well, he noted what a particularly beautiful day it was. The sun was out, and it finally wasn’t as cold as it had been the week prior. As he took in his surroundings, he saw a couple of girls walk next to him who seemed to be around his age. He acknowledged that they were attractive. And this, this he could run with.

He looked out of the corner of his eye as one of the girls flipped her hair around her shoulder. Her hair was long and shiny. It fell effortlessly beautifully, the front bits layered perfectly to highlight her face.

The other girl was pretty as well. Long legs that couldn’t be missed. Pretty lips in a shade that he had to admit intrigued him.

He tried to settle his mind in on them, but as they continued to walk, Chan had met his destination. He watched in solitude as they passed by, silently thanking them for helping him remember that he could act normally, just like any other guy.

Today would be the day that things started to change.

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After a hard set at the bench press, Chan was breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath that he felt like had left him 5 minutes ago.

“Need a break?” Changbin chuckled.

Chan rolled his eyes. “I’d like to see you do it better.”

“Challenge accepted,” Changbin smirked.

Chan quickly took back his words. He knew that Changbin would, most definitely, without a doubt, ‘do it better.’

“Nevermind! You win,” Chan said, playfully pushing him away. “10 minute break?”

“Yeah, see you back in a bit,” Changbin said, leaving to retrieve his belongings which had been placed on the opposite side of the room.

Chan grabbed the water that was seated next to him before reaching for his phone as well. He didn’t have any notifications, nor anyone particularly to text, so he settled back on the Bubble app, seeing what STAY was saying now.

He was meet with a lot more suggestive innuendos and jokes, which he’d gotten used to by now. Of course the sweet messages as well. He cracked a smile reading a few of them.

Without thinking, he reached his phone back to snap a quick selfie. Well, maybe two or three… or five before he got one he was satisfied with. He knew STAY would want to see him at the gym. And what could he say? He was a man of the people.

He wondered for a moment after posting if the two girls on the street may have had his Bubble. Maybe they had been STAYs. If they were, they didn’t say anything about it, but to be honest, he was thankful when he was seen as a normal person. He wondered what they’d think about the photo. If they’d realize that they’d been walking next to him earlier in the day. He wondered if the one girl would flip her hair over again, pining after what she saw.

He also wondered if maybe you had his Bubble. If maybe you were thinking about the photo too. He’d made sure to get his arms in there. Maybe you’d liked it? Maybe you’d- No, No. Not this again.

‘Focus on the other girls Chan. Or, I don’t know, anything else.’

He stood as he held tight to his water bottle, getting up to walk around. Maybe check on Changbin. Maybe take a picture with him before it was time to leave.

He would try anything to get you off his mind.

And he did. And lucky for him, it stayed that way.

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Saturday, 5:30 PM

Y/n’s POV:

You smoothed down some unruly flyaways as you did a once-over in the mirror.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to come home early tonight?” you yelled to Anna from your spot in the bathroom. A few sprays of perfume and you were feeling confident.

“No, please don’t. I want you to enjoy your exciting date night with your boyfriendddd,” Anna teased as you walked into the shared bedroom.

There were some last-minute preparations that Anna needed to do for the final week of the show. Being the leader meant you were definitely busier than the other members of the group.

“I promise I don’t mind. Plus, I feel bad leaving you to fend for yourself,” you frowned.

“I’ll knock this out in no time. I’d rather you go out and have fun, then come back to tell me every little detail. That sounds way more fun,” she grinned.

You shook your head with a smile. “Alright, but text me later if you change your mind… I’m just a little stressed that I have no clue where we’re going. Not that I mind, it’s just… I don’t know, I’d like to be dressed appropriately at least. But he literally won’t budge.”

“What you have on now is great,” Anna said, letting her head move down to examine your attire. “I’m sure he would have told you if he was going to do something crazy.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you said, beginning to plop down onto the bed. Your ass no sooner grazed the bedding when you heard a knock at the door.

You crossed your brows, automatically going to stand back up. “Jungkook’s early,” you said in a questioning tone.

“Have fun and be careful. Text me later please so I know when to expect you back, missy,” Anna said playfully as you began your move across the room.

Gathering your things, you set them on the table in front of the door before bending over to collect your shoes and slip them on.

Suddenly, another hard knock on the door.

“Here, hold on,” you got out. One shoe on with the other in hand, you swung the door open for Jungkook.

Except, well, it wasn’t Jungkook.

Expecting the silhouette of your broad, dark-headed boyfriend, you were surprised to see an older man standing in front of you, tall and lanky with a sideways smile.

“Hello,” the man flashed you a grin. “Miss Y/last/n?”

“Yes, this is she,” you responded, trying to sound chipper.

“Ahh, it’s nice to meet you,” he said, reaching his stiff hand out toward you.

Instinctively, you reached to meet his hand for a shake. “Nice to meet you too,” you said, trying to come across as pleasant when you were so utterly confused.

The man must have recognized the look on your face as he pressed on. “My name is Park Ha-Joon. You weren’t expecting me, were you?” he chuckled.

“Uhmm no, sorry,” you gave a shy smile back, not knowing why you’d just apologized.

“I should’ve expected it from Jungkook,” he shook his head. “I’m one of the stylists for his company. I came to drop off a few clothing items he requested.” He moved to the side slightly so that you could see the cart behind him stacked with boxes and hangers full of clothes that were hidden by their garment bags.

“Oh wow,” you said, a bit taken aback. “Thank you so much!” You honestly had no idea how to react.

“Yes, of course miss,” he said pleasantly as he began to grab the boxes and carry them inside. “Will the bed be fine to rest these on?”

“Of course!” you said, following behind him. “Please excuse the mess.”

“Oh, no worries,” he smiled. Entering the bedroom space, he smiled as his eyes met Anna. “You must be Miss Anna.” He lowered the boxes onto the adjacent bed. “Very nice to meet you as well,” he said, turning to extend a hand to her.

“Thank you, nice to meet you,” he nodded her head politely as she grabbed his hand in reciprocation.

The man didn’t speak much, just traveled back and forth between the cart in the hallway and the bedroom, carrying bag after bag and box after box.

Once he was done, you thanked him immensely… although you had no clue what was inside.

“Please feel free to wear whatever you’d like. We had someone get your measurements from JYP’s styling department, so hopefully everything will be fitted nicely,” he said warmly. “Miss Anna,” he turned his head, “Jungkook has insisted for you to keep some items as well if you’d like. I’ve included some pieces that I think are timeless.” He turned his head back and forth to look between the two of you. “I hope you both will find it to be satisfactory. Anything you do not wish to keep, please let the front desk know by the morning, and they will collect it for me to pick up.”

“Wow,” was all you could originally come up with. “Thank you. Really, thank you so much. I don’t even know what to say.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he gave you both a single nod. “You ladies have a wonderful night,” he said, reaching his hand out again to each of you, attesting to his goodbye.

“Thank you so much. You too,” Anna offered, smiling widely as her eyes were completely lit up.

“Thank you. Have a good night,” you said happily as you walked with the man back to the door, offering one final wave.

As you turned, Anna was standing, looking down at all of the covered treasure. “Oh my god-“ her voice raised up an octave, smile on her mouth in disbelief. “You better marry this man. If not for your sake, then for mine.”

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Saturday, 7:15 PM

You rolled your eyes as Jungkook pushed the dessert plate your way. Even if you told him you didn’t want the last bite, he always made sure that you ate it. It’d become a sort of tradition between the two of you.

Taking your spoon to scoop up the last bite of the small tiramisu, you had to admit that it was one of the best things you’d ever eaten… And for the price, it had better be.

You knew that you’d be going somewhere fancy by the clothing options Jungkook had sent to you, but you could never entertain the level that you were now at. The interior was dimly lit with the most ornate chandeliers you’d ever seen, arches running up and down several of the walls. The floors were entirely marble, and the classically-trained pianist playing from a few yards away was impressive enough to rival an entire symphony.

As if you needed any further confirmation, when the pasta came out, it had been plated perfectly, adorned in garnishes that you’d never thought to pair. The small portion sizes only added to the pretense- although you couldn’t complain. This was all an overwhelming level of grandeur that you didn’t know if you’d ever get accustomed to.

But somehow, Jungkook made it seem so normal. So easy. If you’d have come in here alone, you probably wouldn’t have known what to do with yourself. Acting high-class wasn’t something you would ever imagine yourself doing, but in a place like this, you’d almost have been crazy not to… But in spite of it all, Jungkook was so unapologetically himself. He made you feel calm in an environment where you’d thought you’d feel totally disconnected from yourself. He just always knew… exactly what you needed.

You giggled as you finished the last of your wine, your head feeling lighter. You couldn’t help but to adore the way Junkook’s face shown in the warm lighting.

“Y/n, there’s actual something I wanted to talk to you about tonight,” he said, his face becoming serious.

“Oh yeah, of course. What’s going on?” you asked, trying to ground yourself in light of the conversation.

“I know we’ve already talked about you having to go home for a while, and… well I don’t want to overstep my boundaries, but I was wondering how you’d feel about possibly staying another week?” he asked sheepishly. “I know you have things to do for school and with friends, but… I just-,” his eyes looked off, trying to collect how he wanted to proceed. “I just know I’m going to really miss having you here with me. I haven’t been taking it for granted.”

A loving smile spread across your face. You contemplated, weighing back and forth in your head. “I would love to,” you said, wishing that that was the end of it. “But I just don’t think it’s a possibility for me right now. Especially with- well you know I’m not exactly financially stable right now with school. Especially if Anna leaves, I just don’t think I’ll be able to afford another week. And I really do have things I should be catching up on.”

“Sweetheart,” Jungkook said, taking your hands and looking at you almost in disbelief. “Do you really think I’d let you pay for another week?” He let out a slight chuckle. “You will never have to worry about money when you’re with me, okay? If money is the main issue, then that’s solved. You can stay with me… Or if you don’t feel comfortable with that yet, then let me at least get you a nice suite to stay in? If… if you want to, that is,” he smiled softly, taking a breath as he realized he was getting ahead of himself.

You wished you could say that you thought longer or harder about it, but the truth is that he made everything sound too easy- too perfect. And in actuality, maybe it was. “I meannnn-“ you smiled playfully, acting smug. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out too badly,” you said with a squeeze, making sure to get him with your eyes shining innocently.

“I think I’ll manage,” he winked jokingly. “Plus, if you did want to stay with me, you technically wouldn’t be putting me out at all.” He grinned from ear to ear, happy with his plan.

Your head suddenly began to float again. “Take me home with you tonight, and I’ll make my decision then,” you challenged him.

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Your clothes had been torn off, thrown somewhere unknown. You couldn’t see much from Jungkook’s shaggy hair falling onto your face, but god could you feel everything. It was as if every sense had been heightened. The way that Jungkook ran his hands up and down your bare body, outlining every curve. The way he grabbed at you, pressing harsh marks onto you that you so craved. As he kissed up and down your neck, your body reacted instinctively, beginning to buck your hips up into him to get any ounce of pressure, skin on skin daring to make your head spin. You felt your core begin to absolutely ache.

Jungkook chuckled lightly at the action, pulling his lips from you momentarily. “I was going to ask if you were sure, but I’m taking that as a yes?” he whispered, smiling lowly.

“Please,” you breathed out, not letting your hips slow. You had fully recovered your mind now and needed this more than you’d ever thought possible.

“How could I say no?” Jungkook asked delicately, planting a small, tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose.

You smiled as Jungkook pushed his upper body higher with his arms before trailing one hand down to where his cock was resting just over you. As he stroked himself a couple of times, he admired the feeling of the wetness already covering him from your movements. He let out a deep breath, almost as if he were trying to steady himself- tether himself to the ground and not fly away in the fantasy of it all.

You felt yourself instantly tense up as Jungkook slowly pushed himself inside of you. It had been too long, far too long, since you’d had anything like this. It was almost an entirely foreign sensation. But he went slowly. He was savoring it. He was making sure you felt comfortable. And as each inch went in, you started to relax more and more, feeling the stretch in the best possible way. You let out a deep sigh at the feeling of Jungkook bottoming out, his own sharp breath giving him away.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Jungkook murmured into your hair. He slowly worked his way out again before repeating his same actions, letting himself sink in deeper until there was nothing left.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s arms found their way to wrap around your head, encasing you in an almost sort of hug. As he secured you in, he picked up the pace of his hips, letting them roll into you steadily now. You heard him begin to let out low grunts as he went, starting to feel more confident in his movement.

“Play with yourself, baby,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. And you had to admit, as good as he felt, you needed more stimulation than this.

You let your hand snake down your body, bringing it finally to your core where you were already getting overstimulated. You closed your eyes, pressing your face harder into Jungkook as you trailed your hand up and down your cunt. Slowly, you moved to your clit, which was throbbing underneath your touch. You gasped as you began to rub small circles, the sensation mixing with Jungkook’s thrusts becoming too much.

“That’s it baby, just like that. Keep going. We’ve both got to make sure you feel good,” he said, placing a lingering kiss to your cheek before snuggling his face back into you.

You picked up the pace as Jungkook’s hips snapped into you more quickly. Breathy moans continued to escape your lips as you heard Jungkook growl into your ear. Even if it was your first time with him, you knew he was close.

The tingling in your core was quickly becoming too much as you ravaged at your clit, working yourself up now to your high. You couldn’t stop the light screams you let out as you felt yourself let go and convulse around Jungkook’s dick. His deep moans fell into your ears at the feeling of you clenching so hard around him. Your mind was numb. No thoughts other than focusing on the feeling that you quickly had to remove your hand from. It was all too much.

“Oh fuck,” he cried out. “Fuck fuck fuck, too good,” he moaned lowly. A couple more quick thrusts and he was panting.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming,” Jungkook yelled, quickly pulling himself out of you while untangling his arms from underneath you. As he leaned his body back, his hands flew automatically to his cock, pumping furiously as cum began to shoot out onto your stomach. Curses flew out of his mouth as his brows furrowed, look of release evident on his face.

Content that he was done, Jungkook remained on his knees above you for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before a smile spread over his face. He gave a little giggle, looking down at you now suddenly shy for him. “That was even better than I could have imagined,” he laughed. He leaned down slowly to plant another soft kiss to your cheek. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

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Wednesday, 5:00 PM

Y/n’s POV:

You watched in horror at the scene unfolding in front of you. Another group that had formed for Everyday Idol was performing their dress rehearsal on the stage in front of you. For some reason, the company thought it would be a good idea for all 4 groups to sit in and watch each other, along with the staff. But with the messy choreography, pitchy vocals, and failed stunt you’d just seen, you wished you could just go home and not be subject to any of this.

Your group had already performed and everything went off without a hitch, thankfully. Jenna was still a bit pitchy, but had improved significantly- which was both a blessing and a curse. While good news for the team, it also meant that the other groups were now eyeing each of you up and down, seeing you as a threat that they needed to conquer. But it wasn’t your fault that your team had… talent? With the competition only two days away, everything should have been perfect by now. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been practicing for weeks.

You looked down from your seat as the team received feedback on their performance. Even if you weren’t entirely prone to second-hand embarrassment, this was too much. Thankful that you hadn’t received the same harsh words, you’d still wanted all of the groups to perform well.

Once each of the groups had performed and everyone was dismissed, Anna stood to address the group. “Girls,” she began, looking at each of them. “I think we’ve all done really well today, and I’m so pleased with how everyone did. If you want to go home, then you can, but we are going to start bright and early at 7 o’clock tomorrow morning. Y/n and I will be here tonight for anyone who wants to stay and practice. Sound good?” she stated more than asked. Nods flowed in from the seated row of girls.

“Don’t you think 7 is a bit early?” Jenna asked, voice full of gumption.

Anna, although annoyed, looked down at her with a smile. “Hmm, if you stay tonight til around 2 practicing your lines, then maybe 7 is a bit early. Your call,” Anna challenged.

Jenna just stared up at her, apparent embarrassment on her face. She had nothing to say.

“Alright, well if that’s everything, like I said, I’ll be upstairs for whoever else would like to go. I’ll see the rest of you in the practice room at 7,” Anna nodded.

One by one the girls stood, collecting their belongings before heading out. Within a couple of minutes, it was only you and Anna remaining, with Kara, Sunnie, Mindi, and Nisha promising to be back after a short break to grab food.

As the two of you stood together, you both smirked at each other with raised eyebrows before letting out a small laugh.

“Jenna is on one,” you laughed. “You handled that way better than I would’ve,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

Anna took a deep breath in and out. “All I can say is if she doesn’t do well on Friday, I tried my best.”

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Thursday, 3 PM

Y/n’s POV:

High stress mode had kicked in since the early hours. Anna was about to rip her hair out when not only did Jenna not come in to practice last night, but she also didn’t arrive until 8:30 this morning, putting the entire group behind. This prompted an entire argument, resulting in Anna threatening to talk with someone about kicking Jenna out of the group for not taking this seriously.

“You’ve come this fucking far and now you want to mess it up… For everyone?” Anna had yelled at her. Much nicer words than you could have conjured up.

Since the incident, everyone had been high strung all day. Small mistakes were happening here and there- mistakes that hadn’t been made for over a week. And although you knew you could pull through, it was stressing you out to no end. You’d had about all you could take. And now, at what was supposed to be your final all-out dance practice with your mentors, it was no exception.

Watching the girls with such low energy drained you. As you all congregated in different areas, taking a water break, you sighed to Anna. “I swear you are the only thing getting me through this day.”

“Trust me, I feel the same way,” she let out a tired, deep breath, looking over at Jenna. She pulled her head around her neck, trying to work out any little bit of stress that she could. As her head came back to center, she continued. “But I’m not the onlyyy thing,” she grinned, poking at you. “Are you gonna see Jungkook tonight?”

“No, not tonight,” you rolled your eyes. “There’s too much going on. I think I’ll puke if I have to add anything else to my list. I can barely handle all this stress.”

Anna tilted her head to the side with a devilish smile. “Oh really? From the way you talked about the other night, I’m sure Jungkook knows how to take care of some of that stress.”

“Anna!” you exclaimed, mouth dropping open to make sure she was being quiet enough for no one to overhear her.

Standing only a few feet away, you saw a hunched-over Chan who’d been leaning over onto the mirrored wall next to him, his back turned to you. While you were almost certain he hadn’t heard the conversation, you still wanted to keep it low. Whatever was going on with Chan, he seemed like he’d completely forgotten about you. You didn’t want to bring in any mention of his friend and have him remember that he for some reason despised you.

You quickly turned back to your friend. “Not here,” you whispered.

Anna just chuckled, giving you another big smirk before bringing her water bottle to her mouth.

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Thursday, 7 PM

Y/n’s POV:

You were panting heavily as you finished yet another full-out practice of your performance tomorrow. The sweat running down your forehead was a testament to how hard you’d been going for hours now. And you were sure it had paid off. You were finally confident in your team’s performance. It felt like everyone was, at long last, in higher spirits with everything coming together- last minute nerves being settled as everything fell into place. Well… for all except one.

Chan had taken it upon himself to critique quite literally every single element of the performance for the past several hours. Originally, you had told yourself that it was simply because he was a perfectionist. He knew how harsh JYP and the other judges could be, and he didn’t want your group to suffer the same fate. However, this grace could only be given during the first couple of hours of his rampage. Now… now he was just being ridiculous.

Chan’s voice revved up as you all remained in your final pose, waiting for your mentors’ feedback. “Start from the top. Go again,” he demanded, face looking stern.

The members around him glared at him, confused, but almost too stunned to speak. This was the fifth time he’d done this. The other members had no feedback other than saying you were farrrrr past ready and would do well tomorrow.

What was with him?

You and your members tried your best to catch your breath as you walked back to your starting formation, deep sighs erupting from the girls as Chan continued with his charades.

His voice was raised now. “Mindi, you’ve got to get into position quicker. And y/n, how many times do I have to tell you that you’ve got to go harder? If you don’t, you’re going to have to scrap this and start over.”

“Start over?” you burst out in disbelief, almost letting a sarcastic laugh accompany it.

Something in Chan definitely did not like the tone in your voice. He took a step closer, standing his ground. “You heard me.”

“We can’t just start over.” You were astonished. "The performance is literally tomorrow!"

"Well maybe if you weren't out every night and were actually in here practicing, we wouldn't be having this problem," he spat.

Your jaw dropped. you were here just as much, if not more, than any of the other girls.… The only difference was that when you were off, you spent your time with Jungkook… and now you guessed that Chan knew that. You didn't know what to do, but starting a scene definitely wasn't the right thing. You let your head drop down past your shoulders, letting out an exasperated sigh, though you knew you couldn’t let this be the thing that got to you. Almost quicker than before, you snapped back up, ready to begin again after taking a big breath.

Minho finally interjected, moving himself so that he stood next to Chan. "What is your problem? I couldn’t perform it any better. She's been working so hard with me to make everything perfect. Just calm down."

“Come on Min, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Chan turned to face him. “If that’s the best that you could perform, maybe you need to go practice too, uh?” Chan questioned, look of disgust on his face.

Minho squinted his eyes, almost as if searching his face to find something. Whatever it was, he couldn’t locate it. “Just because you’re having a bad day doesn’t mean you should take it out on them.”

“I’m not having a bad day,” Chan retorted, his voice the tiniest bit shaky. “I just want what’s best for them. If they can’t handle that, then they can go join someone else’s group.”

“It’s not your group,” Changbin spoke up, stepping up in front of Minho and almost in Chan’s face now. His look was stern, eyebrows knit together. “This is their group, which is doing way better than we were at our debut.” Changbin crossed his arms.

“That’s a pretty wild statement,” Chan snickered, looking toward his shoulder.

“Seriously?” Changbin asked, face a mixture of anger and disappointment.

Chan didn’t back down from his stare, challenging him to continue on. But he did.

“You need to go cool off because you’re really making yourself look like an ass right now.”

“Ahh, okay,” Chan sneered. “Sorry if people can’t take criticism. And if that makes me an ass, then that makes me an ass,” he said sarcastically, throwing his hands out to the side before turning to walk toward the door. “Good luck tomorrow,” he said loudly as he passed by everyone toward the exit.

Once the door closed, the rest of you in the room looked around in disbelief for a few moments. No one knew what words to say.

“I guess he’s sensitive today,” Changbin finally said in a quietened tone.

The girls of the group just shook their heads, blinking their eyes wide and letting out breaths that had obviously been held in during the “scolding that was not a scolding.”

“How about,” Minho started, “we run through- full out- a few more times, and then we call it a day? Sound good?” He looked toward your members.

Still not able to come up with the right words, you nodded in unison, thankful to have the awkward situation over with.

Though you were thankful for Minho’s handling of the situation, beneath your skin, you could still feel your blood boiling. Just more confirmation that Jungkook had been right about him all along. How could you have been so blind to that before? It was as if he’d fooled you into thinking he was someone else, and that’s what hurt the most. To actually form a bond with someone, only to see their true colors. Your face was heated as you settled into position. As badly as you wanted to, you just couldn’t let this go.

All you wanted was to get out of here and call your boyfriend.

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Thursday, 8:30 PM

Y/n’s POV:

After consulting Anna briefly, you tried your best to calm yourself before knocking on Chan’s studio door. As badly as you wanted to confront him and resolve whatever was going on with him, you told yourself that if he wasn’t there, that was your sign to leave it alone.

After waiting a few seconds, you knocked again, just to be sure. Again, crickets. Crossing your arms over your chest, you realized that no one was coming to answer the door. You let out a small huff, getting your answer as to what you should do.

But as you headily spun on your heels to walk away, you heard the door creak open behind you.

Snapping your head around to look past it, you could see Chan peaking his head out, looking around before spotting you. “Hey,” he said mildly, as if this was the last thing he wanted to be doing.

“Hey,” you turned back around just as quickly as you had before. You tried to keep your voice as calm as possible. “Can I talk to you?”

Chan poked his cheek with his tongue, breaking eye contact with you to look left and right down the hall, scoping out the scene to see if anyone was around. After looking off for a bit, he let out a slight sigh. “Sure,” he responded, mirroring your emotionless voice as he opened the door wider for you to come in.

As you entered the room, it was colder than before. Colder than you’d remembered. But then again, it’d been quite some time since you’d last set foot in here. Everything was truly the same… except for the missing bouquet of flowers that had been on the desk last. The same bouquet of flowers that subsequently were in Jenna’s hands during that first day of filming. The image of them sitting on the table, still and lifeless, yet drawing attention nonetheless, plagued your memory.

Had it really been that long since you’d been here? Weeks since you’d sat in this room? Regardless of the situation, the room offered a sense of comfort and familiarity that made it seem like you were here just yesterday, babbling with Chan about anything and everything. Both to your hearts’ content. Wild how much everything had changed.

You seated yourself in your… previously usual spot on the couch as you watched Chan sink back into his desk chair, presumably where he had already been stationed with his computer lit up behind him. A mostly blank screen, so you guessed he hadn’t gotten much done.

Something about seeing him like this- in the context of how things used to be- lit a fire inside you. Not in a good way. In more of a “how could you have been two totally different people this whole time” way. Slowly, your face moved to match the emotion you felt inside. You tried to reign it in, but you couldn’t help it.

“What’s up?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. It almost made you roll your eyes. As if he had the right.

“I’d like to talk about earlier. I’m going to be honest, it seemed completely uncalled for. I understand you wanting to be helpful and give feedback, but I don’t think that yelling at us like we’re children does any good… I guess I would just appreciate it if you could lay off for a little bit. Please,” you stated. All things considered, you thought your response was relatively mature, or, as mature as you could be in the moment.

Chan sunk down further into his chair, his arms and legs splayed out, almost intimidating. He looked like he was lost in thought for a moment before a tiny chuckle left his mouth as he moved his head back and forth.

“You’re right, I was trying to help. If you think that was bad of me, you don’t even want to know what it was like when I was a trainee.”

And just like that, you realized that this conversation was going to go nowhere. Chan didn’t seem like he was one to see reason right now. Just because he had experienced the harshness of the company doesn’t mean that it was just for him to do the same to you.

You quickly stood from your chair, upset but not surprised at the outcome of the conversation. You walked toward the door, obviously annoyed. What was the point?

“That’s it? That’s all you had to say?” Chan asked from behind you just as you were holding the knob to the door.

You took a moment to compose yourself before turning around. “Listen Chris,” you made sure to use his usual English name. “I mean this with the utmost respect, but you’re not even your group’s main dancer... Minho liked it. And so did the other guys. Why are you trying to change everything now?”

He paused for a moment, looking for something to say. You were sure the comment about not being the dancer of his group took him aback. Should you have said it? Maybe not. But might as well if you were going to get everything off your chest.

As Chan sat, continuing to say nothing, the heat from your stomach only rose more. He just looked at you. That was it. No response, no anything. A total lack of humility, eyeing you up and down as if to challenge your very being. Totally and completely degrading.

“Do you really think I’m that bad? Honestly?” you asked loudly, now angry and not letting yourself hold back.

“No,” he replied, face remaining still. And that drove you over the edge.

“Then why do you act like it?! I’ve never done anything to you! You don’t need to spare my feelings, just tell me why you hate me so much?!” you yelled. You figured the walls were soundproof, but you honestly didn’t care who heard.

“I don’t hate you!” Chan said back, almost yelling himself as he stood out of his chair to stand in front of you. “I don’t hate you at all. Don’t fucking say that,” he spoke loudly through gritted teeth.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you said sarcastically, not feeling threatened in the slightest. A laugh almost escaped your mouth at how ridiculous it was. “First, you ignore me, then you insinuate that I’m a whore, and then you’re back to ignoring me. Yet you don’t hate me?!” you scoffed.

“No. I don’t. And I never insinuated that you were a whore. Now please, just stop. I don’t want to do this right now.” His face was red with anger, standing his ground a little to close for comfort.

“Whatever,” you snorted, backing up slightly. “It’s not like you’d be honest about anything anyways. My bad for not realizing it sooner!” you said, voice full of disbelief. You turned your body slightly, ready to pull for the door one again.

“Do you want to know how I feel about you?! Do you truly want to know?!” he strained, jaw clenched as he inched toward you. His voice was borderline on rage now.

You backed against the door as you felt his body move closer, nervous at his sudden change in demeanor. His eyes were black. Mean. Nothing like you’d ever seen them before. You almost winced as he continued loudly.

“I don’t hate you, no… But I wish I never had to fucking see you again. I can’t stand to be around you. I can’t stand to even think about you, do you know that?! Do you know how exhausting it is to try and think about anything but you?! And yet, I have to see you every goddamn day of my life?!” he almost laughed out in frustration. “So no, I do not, in fact, hate you. I am fucking crazy about you, to the point that it is driving me insane. And there’s not a thing in this entire fucking world that I can do about it! So sorry if I’ve ignored you or made you feel whatever type of way, but what else was I supposed to do?! Go on pretending that I don’t want to rip my heart out of my fucking chest every time I see you?! So, you tell me, what should I have done differently?! What would you have done?!”

Your heart stopped. Your mind went blank. Not a single thought could come to you, lost in a daze as the room suddenly looked like it was whooshing around you. You wished more than anything that your brain could turn on- to come up with anything, but it couldn’t.

Chan had pushed himself up right in front of you now, his face only inches from your own. Your mouth stayed silent- mute- as you lost your breath. Without a response from you, he gently closed his eyes, beginning to nod. Maybe he too wasn’t expecting this. Maybe he too didn’t know where to go from here.

But slowly, he opened his eyes wide again. They were much softer now, but still as intense as ever, looking as if he was studying every imperfection on your face.

You tried to push yourself into the door as he moved his face even closer, his hands coming up to hold the door on either side of you, effectively caging you in his stance.

He took a deep breath before starting again, with his voice still filled with that exasperated tone. His eyes moved just so they were aligned with yours, clinging onto them with everything that he had.

“Tell me you don’t feel anything between us,” he breathed out, watching your every expression. “Tell me you didn’t feel anything before all of this shit got in the way. Tell me that you felt nothing and I will leave you alone.” Desperation seeped from his voice.

You felt a hitch in your throat. As if things could have gotten any more extreme. Now, you didn’t even know how to breathe. Your lips spread apart slightly, signaling to him the shock that had overcome you. He didn’t know whether it was good or bad.

“Chris, I…” you started, trying to reclaim your voice. You looked down to the floor. Anywhere but at him. You cleared your throat. “Chris, I’m seeing someone.”

“I know. Jungkook,” he said back, hatred in his voice as he brought his face down to once again try to level with you. “But how well do you really know him, y/n? Tell me how well you could possibly know him in… what? A month? Maybe two?”

“I know him well enough, Christopher. He’s my fucking boyfriend,” you snapped back.

At that, Chris removed his hands from the door behind you, gingerly pushing himself up and away. An agitated smile spread over his face, his tongue running across his teeth and into his cheek as he swayed backwards and around. His hands turned into loose fists, clicking each other as he looked up in disbelief. In annoyance. He shook his head. A stupid grin came over his face as if not knowing what to say.

“He’s your 'boyfriend' now, huh?” he says, finally coming back to settle closer to you.

“Yes…” you responded a bit shyly, not knowing what could come next.

“In that case, since you know your 'boyfriend' so fucking well, you know he’s going out with another girl too, ahh? With Jenna?”

Your eyebrows squeezed together. “With Jenna? What the fuck are you talking about? She only says that shit because she’s jealous or something. I don’t really know, nor do I care since she’s left me alone about it. She has someone anyways…” you trailed off for a moment, thoroughly confused. “But uhh…you- didn’t you have something with her?” you almost laughed, remembering the short time frame you’d seen him talking with her. The flowers. The way he leaned into her. It was almost comical he’d bring her up now.

“What? I- no, I-” Chan said, beginning to stumble over his words. “It wasn’t like that. We talked about this.”

“Yeah, we did. Before she’d strutted into the first day of filming with a bouquet of flowers. Not trying to be weird, but I saw a packet of flower food on your desk a couple of days before. Kind of a weird coincidence if you ask me… It’s fine if you had a thing with her, just don’t fucking lie about it.”

“No, y/n. I never had a thing with her. I gave those flowers to Jungkook, goddamn it. Not her. So how else would they have ended up with her if he didn’t give them to her? That night at Nine Mile. There’s no way in hell he was there ‘stalking you’ that night. He was meeting up with her.”

Your face dropped. There was no way. There was absolutely no way. He’d been going out with you. Publicly. Surely it’s not true. She wouldn’t be okay with that.

“No, there’s something else going on then. She talks about seeing someone else nonstop. Jungkook was meeting up with his friend that night! He showed me the texts! His timeline matched up and everything.”

“And you’re sure it was just a ‘friend?’” Chan raised a brow. “Who was this friend exactly, maybe I would know them?”

“I don’t know- I mean, he said his name was-” your mind flashed back to the screen. The conversation you’d seen before. J.T. “He said his name was J.T., but I didn’t ask anything more than that. It’s not like I-” you got out before Chan cut you off.

“J.T.?” he laughed. “J.T.? Come on, y/n, think about it.”

Your mind wandered. ‘J.T.? What was wrong with that? J.T… Jenna?’ You felt your heart sink.

“Jenna Thomas?” Chan stated more than asked, watching your face drop. 

Again, you were lost for words. There had to be another explanation.

“I introduced them. Before filming started…” Chan began again, talking much quieter now. “And before he met you. I… well I thought they’d had a thing before and that just kind of proved it. And I’ve just, I’ve kept hearing things. I’m so sorry,” Chan’s voice cut out, realizing the load of information he’d just dropped on you.

Again, you couldn’t say anything. With a heavy heart, you looked off, trying to put all of the pieces together. With your voice now silent, Chan started rambling, trying to say anything that came to mind. Anything that could provide a small ounce of comfort.

“I hoped that maybe you knew. Maybe it was in the past, and he told you. Obviously I didn’t think he did, but… But I thought maybe… For your sake... That’s why I’ve been so weird, and I’m just… I’m so so sorry. I didn’t want things to have to be like this. You deserve so much more. You deserve so much more than him.”

You felt a tear run down your cheek. Almost numb, but the feeling of the coolness slowly creeping its way down was unmistakable.You didn’t mean to cry. In fact, this was the last thing you’d wanted. But you just couldn’t help it. Your life suddenly felt like it was on fire- that it had been on fire this whole time without you feeling so much as a flicker. You couldn’t have a good friend in Chan. You couldn’t have a boyfriend in Jungkook. Your whole life in Korea had been a lie. You’d become so invested in that lie that you’d let it become the defining story of your time in Korea… over Everyday Idol, over all of the amazing friends that you’d made, over all of the experiences that people had given to you, over everything. You’d put a boy before all of that. A boy who had done nothing but lie while contributing it to the others around you. You felt so stupid. You felt so naive.You suddenly felt so alone. And so, the tears continued to fall.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” Chan started back. He reached an arm out, gently now, to place it on your arm, as if testing how much he could get away with. When you didn’t flinch, no hint of hesitation to be found, he let himself rub up and down your arm for a few moments before bringing his body closer, wrapping you into a hug.

And so you stood, for what felt like days, grounded in the stillness of Chan’s arms. He held you tightly, trying to softly rock you as your entire body felt like it would give in. Your legs felt flimsy, and you were sure that without Chan to hold you upright, you’d have already given in to the gravity and made your way to the ground. The slightly salty smell of tears became apparent across Chan’s chest, who didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered, rubbing your back lightly. “It’s okay.”

His words only made you want to sob more. You tried to quieten them, and managed to stifle a few short breaths before almost choking entirely. You felt yourself start to hiccup before slow, rolling streams continued down, not as forceful now. You tried taking big, deep breaths as you clung onto Chan as tightly as you could.

“He's not worth it, I promise,” Chan said quietly. “He’s not worth you feeling like this.” He continued to gently rock you.

In the lull of his heartbeat and in the comfort of his words, you started to calm. Slowly. But seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into a sort of new clarity. You contemplated what Chan said. He was right. Jungkook was not worth it. He was not worth the tears. He was not worth any reaction that your overstimulated brain could conjure up. In the wake of it, you realized you didn’t even know him. He was simply a fraud. An imposter. An exploiter. You fell in love with the thought of him, not the reality of him. And although it didn’t lessen the harshness of reality, it did alleviate some of the gnawingly painful sensitivity you felt inside.

Your heart calmed and your tears stopped. After a few sniffles, you hesitantly pulled back from Chan’s embrace which had sheltered you for so long. Feeling the cold air come between you two, you suddenly felt exposed. You knew your eyes were puffy and red, makeup surely smeared all over your face. You looked down, not sure how you’d be able to make eye contact.

“You okay?” Chan offered a warm grin, gripping your hand to give it a tight squeeze.

You nodded before clearing your throat. “I think so,” you tried to return the tiny, timid smile.

“Atta girl,” he smiled before taking your other hand too, shaking them around to try to get a genuine smile out of you.

It worked. Before long, you were laughing a bit, giggling at his ability to lighten the mood. You shook your head, finally able to look up to his face. “Thank you Channie.”

You watched as his eyes softened. It was like they had a million stars in them, all fixated on you. The most kind eyes you’d ever seen. He held your hands tighter, interlacing his fingers with yours. “You don’t need to thank me,” he smiled.

But you did. And you needed to do much more.

“I do though,” you said, just noticing your hands in his. The way he held them out, positioned like that was where they were meant to be all along. The sight took you off guard for a moment.

“And I also needed to say I’m sorry…” you continued. “For making you feel that way. I didn’t know.”

“Oh, uhm,” Chan said, now with an embarrassed smile on his face, as he removed his hands from yours. He reached one hand around to rub the back of his neck as he looked down, trying to do an awkward laugh to diffuse the situation. “No it’s…” he shook his head a little before looking up. “It’s really okay. It wasn’t your fault. It was my own emotions that I was projecting onto you. You didn’t- you didn’t do anything.”

He looked shy now. No, more than shy. He looked like he wanted to burrow into a hole and hide himself away from you. You knew what he was thinking. Please stop. Please just leave it. But you couldn’t. Not with the way he’d just made you feel. Not with the knowledge you now had. Forget Jungkook. Forget whatever lies he’d been spouting to you. Chan may have come across like an asshole, but at least he wasn’t lying about the way he felt. He was truthful. He’d always been truthful. You just wished you would have been able to realize the difference sooner.

“But I did do something,” you started, taking a deep breath. Your body started to move independently of your mind. You couldn’t formulate thoughts. You couldn’t form an action plan. Now, your body just did, and you didn’t ask questions.

You reached again for Chan’s hand, but couldn’t bring yourself to hold onto it. Instead, you just brushed against it, letting him know you were there. “I messed up with you for someone I didn’t even truly know. I jumped to assumptions without even hearing you out. And I will always regret that.” You looked at him, eyes wide, silently begging for forgiveness. You hoped he knew that.

Chan looked past your shoulder for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “Well don’t. I will never regret feeling the way that I have. It will be okay, and we can both move on from all of this. Right now, we just… I just want you to feel better,” he said, letting out a deep breath.

“I want that too,” you said shyly.

You stood in silence for a few moments, neither of you daring to look at each other- neither of you knowing what to say next. Sitting with only your thoughts, it was hard to not become restless. You wanted him to say something, anything, but he wasn’t budging. Just looking off, embarrassed at the situation he’d found himself in. You couldn’t deny how cute he looked, his ears a soft shade of pink. His cheeks had turned a new rosy color you’d never seen before. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted this too.

“Kiss me,” you blurted out. Your mouth was faster than your mind, pushing through whatever invisible wall had been built between you and the truth.

Chan’s eyes sprang wide, turning his face to yours. “What?” he asked, a smile trying to creep across his face, but still convinced he’d misheard you.

“Kiss. Me,” you breathed out. “Please.”

You didn’t have time to gauge his reaction as as swiftly as the words left your mouth, he was hastily propelling himself forward, wasting no time in processing your words.

Hurriedly, his hands found their way to the sides of your face, followed by his lips crashing in to connect with yours. His lips were soft as they mingled with the saltiness still overlying your own. He moved them feverishly, rushing through any apprehension that could have possibly stood in the way.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling the way that his body moved in to press up against yours, effectively pushing you against the door again as he guided your head in the direction he wanted you. His chest, toned and forcing its way into you, was heaving heavily as he did all he could to not have to disconnect his lips from yours.

His mouth opened, his tongue escaping his mouth to find yours. You fervently slipped your lips apart, making just enough room to feel him work his tongue along the inside of your lips, stopping only when he ran into your teeth. You gladly dropped your jaw open to allow him full access, moaning when you felt him move deeper inside.

You felt yourself running out of breath as you took turns entangling your tongues into each other. But you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t dare to take away one moment from this experience.

You grabbed gently to Chan’s chest and to the side of his neck, pulling him as close as possible as you gasped for air. He followed suit, allowing his hands to run up and down your silhouette. The sensation of his warm, strong hands gently massaging at your sides was enough to fulfill your desires for the rest of your life. Experiencing him like this, grappling at you, exposed you to something so carnal in him that you knew you’d never be able to forget.

As you both continued to explore each other, you audibly gasped as Chan’s hands made their way to firmly grip your ass. He pulled his mouth back quickly. “Is this okay?” he whispered. You could tell he was still in a half-daze.

“Mm-mm,” you smiled before bringing your mouth back to his. Slowly, you let your hand run along his chest as he continued to squeeze on you. Short moans left his mouth as your hand ran down further, feeling each mound of his abs along the way. He was so tight, his torso contracting with each breath as they became more and more sharp.

When you finally made your way down to the line of his waistband, he moaned heavily, almost bucking his hips up to deepen your touch. He blew out a hot, shaky breath into your mouth, trying his absolute best to not let his mind transcend and escape the confines of his body.

Little did he know that you were doing the same. The closer you got to him, the harder he pulled you in. Without realizing it, you could feel his bulge harden against you. Although you were both fully clothed, there was no mistaking the stiffness that was pressed up against your core. As he continually pressed himself into you, it became more and more apparent to the point that you were growing wet just thinking about it.

You were going wild over this man. Your entire being felt healed in this moment. And just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more connected, you felt Chan detach his mouth from yours to run it down along your jawline and to the side of your neck. He planted soft kisses originally, but as the madness of you continuing to play with his waist band drove him insane, he started to bite down ever so slightly. He knew better than to leave a mark, but it took all of the restraint he had to stop himself from completely demolishing you.

At the feeling of him lightly gnawing, you whimpered, finally letting your hand snake down further as you pushed your chest into him. You felt the wetness at your core start to pool. You knew you weren’t going to make it much longer by the heaviness you felt at your pussy throbbing.

“Chris…” you exhaled, dragging a single finger across the outline of his cock, earning a hiss from him in response.

“Chris, please,” you continued, letting yourself mumble out anything that came to mind. You needed him. Now. And you knew he needed you too.

“Yes, baby?” he said lowly, pulling off of you with the tiniest smirk. His eyes looked you up and down, taking in this moment and how good he felt. He could feel himself salivating, wandering eyes going down to your hand that was now resting on his cock.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, throwing his head back and smiling to himself. This was his life. And he couldn’t believe it. His hips reflexively bucked up into you.

Suddenly, your mind came to as you felt a gyration behind you along with a loud knocking sound. ‘Shit,’ you thought, your stomach dropping.

Chan’s head sprang back up. “Fuck,” he huffed out, now in frustration. His face went angry as he rolled his eyes. Tongue in his cheek, he shook his head back and forth before backing away from you.

“Chan-hyung, we’re getting dinner!” you heard Felix’s voice shout through the wooden barrier. Quickly the door flung open, knocking you over in the process. “What do you wan-” Felix stopped himself as he felt the weight of your body contact the door.

“Oh my God, y/n, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?"

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i SO appreciate everyone being patient with me during this series. i have been so busy these days and haven't had time to just sit down and WRITE (i have to have long spans of time all at once to work on fics like this sadly), so thank you x a million for bearing with me.

i've mentioned this before, but the rest of the series is mapped out, and it starts to get INTENSE. i will put some trigger warnings at the beginning of the next few chapters without trying to give away too much. PLEASE make sure to read the warnings before continuing on!!! <3

Tag list : @lailac13 @freyjhasdesiredreality @shellyyy177 @enzos-shit @laylasbunbunny @11thenightwemet11 @stayceebs97 @greyyeti @de-uns-tempos-pra-ca

[still-a-morosexual-help]

"Father of Demons"? Anyway my new theory is that Nightbringer is God. Why? Because it'll be really funny and it'd fuck Lucifer up

Is it a crack theory? Yes. Is Nightbringer probably Barbatos? Yeah. Does it make sense? Not really. Am I gonna drag canon into this to see if I can convince you? .........

ANYWAY;

He was the only one around so he created two factions of directly opposing power to fight each other for his entertainment. Like a giant chess game against himself

• Literally like a giant chess game. Which is why the angels all wear white and the demons wear black or darker colours and both are generally opposed to wearing each other's clothes

• Symbolism! Bringing it all back around! Because Diavolo beating angel! Lucifer, in a chess game, is what makes Lucifer listen to Diavolo and start considering his point of view - that the War needn't go on

• No one knows why the War started, only that it's been going on for as long as they can remember.... because there was no one else around to know!

• Lucifer says that God never tried to find a solution to the War and wonders why.......

• The angels and demons need to be as opposite to each other as possible, so that they don't realise there's no real difference between them. God stayed in the Celestial Realm and enforced extremely strict laws while the demons were left to their own devices with no "Father of Demons" to guide them, making them extremely free but also extremely chaotic. And this truly is the biggest difference between the angels and demons in OM! as the angels are not "holy" and the demons are not "evil"

• Why someone has taken great care to hide all evidence of Nightbringer, including ripping out pages in old books

• Why Nightbringer is apparently powerful enough to get MC to travel through time and space

• The opportunity to go back around to and address the fact that Lucifer's biggest fear is his father

• The fact that Nightbringer knows so much about everyone like he has constantly being watching even though he never interacted with the others before

• The fact that Nightbringer was able to stop Adam from entering the Celestial Realm

• The fact that Nightbringer knew what would happen in the future (MC helping Adam, MC going against Solomon)

• The fact that Nightbringer transported MC when things started settling down in their own universe - the realms may not have been on the best terms but by the end of S4 they were steadily heading there and MC had a valid reason to spend more time in the Devildom. God was okay with the Chess Game stopping because he still got a soap opera out of it but then things started settling down and everything was calm and he was bored again so he plucked MC out and put them into an alternate universe where things are somehow worse than they ever were in MC's original universe - and he then gets two new soaps out of it - 1.) MC trying to deal with this new BS while a war breaking out keeps getting teased 2.) The brothers in the original universe absolutely losing their shit and falling apart

Forget what you think Solmare will actually do (possibly make Barbatos Nightbringer) - was I convincing? Did you actually stop and think "hey, wait a minute...."

[posts made by a conspiracy theorist from the devildom]

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  Pricklywhicket/@messessentialist ! Prickleywhicket has four fics published to AO3 -- All in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by pricklywhicket:

so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey

it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)

start by pulling him out of the fire

"Sadie is so super talented in the way she describes literally everything. She is so good at writing and it's a shame that she's flown under the radar because she's not the quickest at putting things out there." -- Anonymous

Below the cut, Pricklywhicket answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Why do any of us write anything? Because we want the story to exist in the world, and it doesn’t yet, so we gotta hike up our pants and do it ourselves!

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Hurt/Comfort. I’m always a sucker for the blorbos taking care of one another, in whatever form that takes. This has always been true, across a truly astronomical number of fandoms I’ve found myself dabbling in over the years.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

…actually, probably hurt/comfort! I just need to get those little dudes some validation and unconditional positive regard, okay?

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I’m sure I won’t be the first one to say this, but: I HAVE TO PICK ONE????? Okay, alright. I can do this. I’m gonna say…Sanctuary by SpicedSage.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’ve only written canon or canon-adjacent fic so far, so I’m eager to work on something that’s completely AU. I think there’s a unique challenge to keeping characters recognizable as themselves in a world that might not have all the same contexts that made them into that person.

What is your writing process like?

I would love to say it’s super organized and well-planned, but the truth is it’s mostly about routine and responsibility. I set aside time to do it every day, even if I can only tap out a few sentences. I’m not very strict about writing in a straight line - I can stop a scene if it’s giving me trouble, write a note about what I think happens in some [brackets], and move on to something that I have more fully fleshed-out ideas for. Sometimes writing the next scene helps you know more about what needs to happen in the current one. 

Do you have any writing quirks?

I'm sure my betas would say yes 🙃 I tend to write a lot of dialogue - a lot of my revision process is going back through and realizing I have two pages of a conversation with no indication of what’s physically happening in the world around the speakers.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Definitely when I’m finished. Prior to my ‘23 bang fic, I had never written anything chaptered. I knew going in that I could NOT start posting if it wasn’t finished, because I’ve been burned too many times by abandoned works. I didn’t want to do that to people reading my fic, and the best way to avoid it is to finish before you post.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Easily start by pulling him out of the fire. The biggest, most ambitious thing I’ve ever attempted - I still kind of can’t believe I wrote 85k.

How did you get the idea for start by pulling him out of the fire?

Like most terrible ideas, it was spawned in a fandom discord chat. We were discussing the tendency of Steddie fics to centralize the party at Steve’s house, because his parents are never there anyway. And then someone mentioned what if the parents came home and found their house occupied, and someone else mentioned Wayne being there, and it just sort of…spiraled out from there.

When writing start by pulling him out of the fire, what was something you didn’t expect?

I had no idea, going in, that I was going to write a comprehensive history of the Wayne and Eddie Munson relationship. I started writing it where I did to give some background on Wayne’s existing distaste for the elder Harrington, and then I just…kept writing. Over the course of a month or two I wrote 20k of WayneAndEddie that I had no idea was in me - it just kept coming.

What inspired it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?

@wynnyfryd. It was a gift for her birthday. We were talking about our mutual love of Letterkenny, and she mentioned that the episode was her favorite and wouldn’t it be funny if someone wrote… and the rest is history.

What was your favorite part to write from it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?

I had an unreasonable amount of fun with that one in general. But I think my favorite part was Eddie polling the party about what Steve means to them all. It was fun to sort of put myself in each character’s shoes and think about how they would answer. Plus y’know, any excuse to unironically love on Steve Harrington.

How do/did you feel writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey?

I believe my exact words upon deciding to write it were “jingles miserably to a blank google doc.” This was a classic case of saying “god I wish there was a fic where—” and having friends tell me that it was now my responsibility to write it. I’m glad I did, though. I love that story, and it proved to me that I could write sex and publish it and not burst into flames. I also just really, really love summer storms. And Wayne’s use of the singular ‘herpe.’

What was the most difficult part of writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats honey?

Getting over the fear of publishing something E-rated. It was just something I hadn’t done, and I had a lot of anxiety that people were not going to respond well to it. I made three people individually review the sex scenes before I even asked anyone to beta the full fic. Of course I was worried for nothing, the reception for that fic was super lovely and gave me the confidence boost I needed to attempt start by pulling him out of the fire!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

This is like asking me to pick a favorite child. I’ll say this: most of my favorite lines in start by pulling him out of the fire were taken directly from conversations @wormdebut and I had about the fic. She’s my number one cheerleader and sounding board, and sometimes she’s so goddamn funny that I just have to include it. You have her to thank, for instance, for Steve quite literally dropping his croissant when he first sees Eddie in glasses.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I have a couple of irons in the fire, but nothing I’m ready to share just yet! I’ve been taking a breather from writing (blame baldur’s gate 3, okay) but my WIPs are still very much IP. Stay tuned!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Not that I can think of!

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[hana-no-seiiki]

But like the ship trope where PERSON A looks like a childish brat on the outside but is actually the stable, mature one in the relationship

while PERSON B is the opposite wherein they’re super stoic, cool-headed but is actually super petty and aggressive at times.

tw/cw: soft yandere themes, seggs but not explicit

😤🫸🏽🫷🏽

That but with Villain and/or Vigilante! Reader and Yandere! Damian.

I’ve seen this a lot in Damian Wayne works so credits go to those amazing writers that inspired me to have my own take on this!! A lot of this is just a rehash/amalgamation of what people have already written but with some of my input and thoughts…lots and lots of thoughts.

Anyways, you seem like the type of person to ruin another’s life for the sake of it. Just your wicked whims. You’re notorious for stealing massive amounts of properties or (in case of Vigilante) beat if not kill people who you deem unredeemable.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DONT GO BEYOND THIS POINT

VER I : I’m thinking second gen Catwoman/Batman + CatNoir/Ladybug (both the OG anime concept and the series) dynamic, just gn reader.

You’re always clinging unto to Robin/New Batman. Saying sweet nothings and flirting with him, if not full on making out/having sex with the vigilante. You like the dude, really. But your heart remains with Damian Wayne. Robin/Batman just really reminded you of him sometimes.

Hatefucking. Hatefucking happens a lot. Robin/Batman loves pinning you to the walls/floors of alleyways before you two get down and dirty.

Whereas, people (namely his fellow vigilantes) think he’s done with you, but he’s probably the biggest [Villain Name] fanboy out there.

He knows basically everything about you except your true identity. Which is somehow completely inaccessible to him.

Little does he know that it was actually his own doing, locking your civilian self’s private information as a favor between friends.

But because of this he misunderstands and thinks you’re even more of a genius or something because you managed to outwit him!! You!! Are!! So!! Damn!! Amazing!!

Damian acts cold with everybody. He’s a brooding guy. He doesn’t express much. Only about 1% of what he’s feeling actually gets put into action and/or words.

So the fact that he insists on taking on missions where he has to face you, assists you if you aren’t harming anyone, or actually indulges in your flirtation is a big thing.

So it’s safe to say when he found out you liked someone else other than him, that you were just using him to get yourself to feel better about not having said dude he gets petty.

You two used to have this pact, to never interfere with each other’s civilian lives and to respect your secret identities (of which he’s tried to breach remotely several times). But all that goes up in flames as he stalks you after a heist. Following you home.

He finds out about your secret identity, your ‘unrequited’ love for him, and you two begin dating. But you’re still oblivious about his other identity.

Damian kinda has a kink for it ngl. Like he’ll charm you as Robin/Batman even as you tell him you’re already dating someone else.

Like it’s so adorable how you keep resisting him, telling him how much you love his civilian counterpart.

But then he still proceeds to fuck your brains out as a Vigilante.

Man didn’t know he was into roleplaying until this moment. Like he’ll murmur stuff like “You say you love him, but nothing beats this. I’ve already carved a place inside you, Beloved. A place shaped in my image.”

Or “Where did your ‘undying love’ go, hm? Nowhere. You’re right back with me. Complete undone within moments of my touch.”

Things go a little awry though when you, ever the mature/communicative one in the relationship attempt to break up because Robin/Batman is leaving you confused as to how you truly feel. In addition to you not want to cuck your beautiful (soon to be ex) boyfriend any longer.

VER II: Is more on Vigilante x Vigilante. Similar to the one above except your relationship is a lot more professional and less hate-fuckey. You know of each other’s civilian/vigilante selves.

You’ve always admired Damian. Despite being quite close in age, you always saw him as a younger brother if not like a son almost. Witnessing him grow up and mature alongside you.

But your doting nature always came off a tad bit romantic. Flirtatious even. You tended to be a playful person after all. Hell you even call him Babe or Baby like that’s totally normal for you to call friends that.

A lot of your friends and colleagues always laugh at Damian’s expense whenever you arrive to come nag and/or flirt with him. It’s honestly hilarious. Judging from his murderous aura, people always thought that he wanted you 6 feet under.

The truth of the matter was that his glares and thoughts of murder were all directed to everyone else but you.

Damian never felt so at home and at peace with anyone or anything but his pets in life.

He’d be damned if anything happens to you.

Still, it frustrates him. He knows that you only see him as sibling almost. That you’d die for him but never date him. That despite your honeyed words he’s probably neck deep in the friendzone.

And so to the absolute surprise of everybody, he starts flirting back.

e.g. murdering those who slighted you and/or gazed upon your visage for too long, delivering their remains to your doorstep, amongst a bouquet flowers of course, and the occasional chocolates

You eventually fall in love back, though you ask him to tone it down on the violence.

- might edit more soon, but for now adios!!!