#things and the ppl around you scramble to make them true. and bc no one actually cares or has their own bias they never try to understand

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[1kook]

distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

Times like now, when you creep up behind him as he continues screeching into his headset, voice cracking every now and then in that adorable way it does when he’s overwhelmed. You are no stranger to Jungkook’s apartment, having visited more times than you can count, and even dropping by and doing a little dusting while he was on tour. However, you’re surprised you can see the back of his coconut hair from the low backing of his new computer chair. He’d told you he recently threw away his big leather, super villain gaming chair because it’d started to tear, but it was a fact you hadn’t really paid much attention to.

Now, however, you’re feeling a little happy he did, because it means you can slide your palms around his shoulders in somewhat of a back hug. It’s way better than having to walk all the way in front of him, and you bite down on a grin when he mutters the softest “hi, baby.”

“Which stage are we battling on today?” You murmur, pinching the tip of his mic to twist it away. Faintly, you can hear Taehyung’s voice shout a greeting your way.

Another button smash of his remote, hands enveloping the tiny device. “Wii Fit Studio with Wario,” he replies, eyes flickering across the screen like his life depends on it. You snort.

“I thought you hated Wario,” you point out, and move with him when he jumps after being shot off the screen.

He looks at you for the first time as he waits for his character to respawn. “Changed my mind. He’s just misunderstood. Listen to my theory, babe,” he starts, and you let go of him because you have the back of a ninety year old war veteran and can only hunch over for so long. You take up a very bodyguard-esque position behind him, watching him play and gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. “Imagine this. You’re a kid trying to have fun and this other kid who looks exactly like you but better is somehow also cooler than you.”

You hum, letting go of his shoulders to toy with his hair. You pull it into a makeshift ponytail and giggle, not that Jungkook minds, too immersed in his game and his sudden loving Wario speech to care. “Then, you get older and this same dude is still getting all the credit for being exactly like you. On top of that, his little brother is doing the same to your little brother! I’d be so pissed.”

You let his hair drop, and then quickly brush the strands away from his face when he whines. “Uh huh. But theoretically speaking, aren’t you the Mario of your little universe?” Jungkook is silent. “If we’re going by your little story, I hardly doubt there’s another Jeon doing better than you,” you point out.

Jungkook’s Wario gets blown off the screen for the last time, and he’s left blankly staring at the screen. You poke his neck. “I don’t wish to discuss this further,” he says rather matter of factly. You laugh, shaking him and his seat. “Baby, why would you say that!” He cries.

You smile, flicking the switch on his headset before pushing it off his head. Jungkook moans again, head lolling back to glare up at you. “I finally come to terms with the fact that Mario is the true asshole, just to find out I’m Mario? Fucking absurd.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, fingers dancing down the stretched column of his neck. “Listen, no one told you to go out and create an entire deep backstory for the Mario Cinematic Universe.”

He scoffs, eyes fluttering shut as he continues basking in your soft caresses. “The MCU,” he chuckles under his breath. On screen, Taehyung is still fighting with whoever else they were playing with tonight, a little Isabelle and Dark Samus dancing across the screen.

Meanwhile, you’re still absentmindedly running your fingertips along Jungkook’s skin. For a second, you think he’s asleep by the deepening of his breaths, his body so soft and relaxed beneath your touch, but then he gets one of those weird twitches of his, and pushes his head between your breasts.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes still shut. “Soft.”

“No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”

The little shit snuggles closer at your words. “My favorite place in the world,” he croons, and you pinch his neck for his stupidity. “Tell me when they’re done,” he mumbles, sounding as if he’s actually gonna fall asleep.

You relent, continuing your gentle massaging of the muscles in his neck as you tune into the match on screen. You’re not exactly sure which one Taehyung is, but your gut tells you he’s probably playing as Isabelle, so you root for her. You’re weirdly into it, jumping every time a good spar happens.

By the time the match ends (literally only like 4 minutes later) and you check on your boyfriend, he’s snuggled his way between the valley of your breasts, his cute nose poking out from between. “Oh my god,” you sigh, having to take a momentary pause to collect yourself from the sight.

Jungkook giggles.

“Well. Taehyung’s done,” you inform him, and he hums though he doesn’t really seem to care about Smash anymore. His hands go slack around his remote, crawling up to dwarf yours.

He sighs, sounding so happy with himself. “Baby, you’re so soft,” he hums, and you try desperately, and you mean desperately, to ignore the sudden drop of his voice, his hands ever so gently tangling with yours.

You try to hit him with the facts, because you know where this will go if you don’t. “Well, breasts are made up of mostly fatty tissue, and lobes for producing milk,” you inform him.

Contrary to your goal, the handsome smile that envelopes his face has you fighting down the curl in your stomach. You can never win.

“You know I love when you talk anatomical to me,” he purrs, and it takes everything in you to not punch him straight in those pearly whites.

You don’t have enough time to respond, too caught up in a mental pep talk to re-evaluate what your body considered attractive. Jungkook’s corny jokes should definitely not be high on the list, but your rock hard nipples said otherwise. “So, you gonna let me suck on them or what?”

“I hate you,” you groan, reaching over to completely unplug Jungkook’s headset because you were absolutely terrified of creating an accidental porno with your celebrity boyfriend.

Jungkook chuckles. “No you don’t,” he teased, finally wiggling his way away from you to whirl his seat around. “Could feel your nip nops pressing into my forehead. No bra today? She’s bold.”

“She’s bold and embarrassed that her boyfriend calls them nip nops,” you sigh, climbing into his lap. His remote presses hard against your thigh, and you yelp before he tugs it out and throws it on the desk behind him. Vaguely, you register the screen lighting up behind Jungkook, but then he’s nudging your shirt upwards.

He’s barely brushed his hands against you, but you’re already shivering and squirming in his lap. “Relax for me, baby,” he assures you, a new depth slowly creeping around his words. “Gonna take care of you, alright?”

You nod, breath already caught in your throat just from the way he looks at you. He flashes you another smile, bunny teeth slightly pressed against his lower lip, before he’s pushing your shirt above your chest, and marveling at your boobs.

You don’t miss the way his gaze becomes glossy, eyes hyper focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Just as you’re about to urge him to do something, he’s reaching up to brush his thumb around your nipple. “Oh,” you blurt out, the skin around your nipple rising with goosebumps.

Jungkook lets out a soft huff of air at your reaction. “So sensitive. Bet I could make you come just by touching your tits, baby.”

You scoff, choking back another sound when he does the same to the other nipple. “I wanna say I doubt it, but I feel like you’ll prove me wrong,” you retort.

At this, Jungkook smirks. “Oh, so now it’s an expectation?” He smiles, and it’s the last angelic side of him you see before he’s ducking down and latching his supple lips around your breast.

Immediately, your back arches forward, hands scrambling to grip onto his shoulders as he licks across your breast. “J-Jeon, wait—“ you cry, body shaking at the way his tongue dances around your nipple.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging and twisting it as he flicks his tongue back and forth, knocking it against the hard pebble. You moan, and almost choke when he pulls away with a lewd pop.

His lips are glossy from his own saliva, red from the friction. He’s looking at your glistening breast like a starved man, thumb returning to glide over his own messy artwork. “So pretty,” he hums, Puckering his lips to blow a soft tuft of air against it. You shiver. “Aren’t you the softest little thing,” he says, one hand falling to your waist and gently easing you closer to his crotch. His sweatpants do nothing to conceal how he’s feeling.

You hate to admit how your insides had turned into a Fruit Gusher the second he started sucking on your boob, and now that you think of, you'd be absolutely embarrassed if you did come from just this.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Jungkook meets your gaze. “I fucking knew it,” he says, slightly out of breath. You furrow your eyebrows, to which he pointedly raises his and gestures to his crotch. “You started pressing down so hard on me the second I got my mouth on you,” he brags, and as if to punctuate his statement, grinds his hips upward into you. “Did sucking your titty make you that wet, doll?”

Your cheeks flush at his words. Belatedly, you nod, your eyes falling to his lips that quirk up into a smile. “Oh, you’re just so desperate to be touched, aren’t you?” He continues, and then reaches up to pinch your nipple between two rough fingers.

You gasp, body arching into him. The pain is new, but definitely welcomed. “Yes,” you cry out, hand reaching out to grapple around his wrist. Though you try to tug it away, it feels disgustingly good and you know he knows, which is why he gives it a slight tug.

Finally, when he lets go of you, he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself down by your other, ignored breast. “I wanna see you cream your shorts, okay? So I’m gonna suck your other titty until you’re near tears, baby,” he states, before giving you a soft push of his hips.

“Please, be gentle,” you choke out, words stuck the moment he wraps his lips around you. This time, he’s ruthless with his tongue. He traces it all over, tonguing your nipple like a lollipop. It feels nice, the wet caress, that you don’t see that bite coming at all. You moan, body unconsciously pushing away from him in surprise.

“Nuh uh,” Jungkook tuts, strong arms wrapping around your lower back to bring you back into his embraces. This closer position has your core pressing down directly over his dick, and the sudden double stimulation has your vision momentarily going white. “Gonna give you a pretty little bite right under your tit, doll,” he announces, and in a scary act of trust, presses his fingers into your spine until you’re staring at the ceiling, the only thing supporting you his strong arms. He nudged your breast with his nose until he finds the perfect spot to place his impromptu hickey.

It’s right against the bottom curve, where your skin folds over, that he settles on. “Need you to to sit nice and still for me. You can do that, right baby?” Jungkook says, big doe eyes looking up at you. You nod your head quickly.

His teeth are cold, unlike the rest of his mouth. “Jungkook!” You moan, toes curling and thighs attempting to clamp shit. They hit the outside of the chair instead, slightly squeezing around his thin waist. “You’re s-so good to me,” you wail, pushing down into his covered cock for friction.

As much as you wanted to act like this wouldn’t affect you, your body is no liar. Fingers tangled in his long curls, you find yourself gently rutting against him. Much to your surprise, this makes him break away, a thin bridge of saliva connecting his mouth to your chest. You mourn when it finally breaks.

“Told you to stay still, doll,” Jungkook warns, one set of long fingers sprawling on the small of your back as the other reaches up. “You had all the time in the world to work yourself on me, but you wanna choose now?” He gently reprimands you, twisting your nipple between two pinched fingers. You mewl. “Promise you’ll be good?”

“I can’t,” you whine, desperation seeping into your voice as your traitorous hips jolt forward again. You nearly fall onto him when a particular nudge of his cock over your core feels just right. “Want your cock so bad,” you wail, throwing all hesitation out the window as you begin full on humping yourself against his crotch.

Jungkook sighs, trying to act annoyed with you but the twitch of his cock beneath you cannot lie. “Well I’m not done having fun with you,” he says, though the way his words are tinged with complaints, you can tell he’s trying hard not to pout. Nonetheless, he latches his mouth around your breast again, and you nearly faint when he rolls your nipple between his teeth.

“Jeon,” you cry, looking down with probably the world’s worst quadruple chin only to catch him absolutely savoring your titty. He’s got his eyes closed, pink tongue licking across every inch he can get. His arms are wrapped around the smallest part of your waist like he can’t possibly fathom letting you go. When he moans, a whole new found wetness coats your walls. You choke on a sob, “I-I love you, Jungkook.”

You can feel a smirk pressed around your breast. It’s this moment when Jungkook finally gives up on his little quest to tame you, hips bucking up to meet your offbeat grinds against him. He pulls off your breast with another wet pop, though he’s slightly lower than you from how consumed he was when sucking you tits. He has to make a little effort to stretch his neck up to look at you, and even then it’s over the top of his nose that he gazes at you.

His lips pucker slightly, and the next time you grind down onto him has them brushing against your lower lip. “That’s it,” he croons, admiring the different expressions that contort your face as you become closer and closer to your orgasm. “Come all over your pretty panties for me, baby,” he encourages, sucking your lower lip between his.

His mouth had been so dangerous to you today, licking and sucking in all the right spots, but nothing has ever felt as right as having it on yours. “I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, fingers knitting themselves in his hair.

“Don’t be,” he comforts, gripping your hips and swiveling you in a circular motion. “Next time you’ll do better, won’t you?”

You nod, head bouncing like a bobble head. He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your thighs twitch. “I was gone for so long,” he rambles, hips picking up their pace the second he hears your breath hitch in your throat. “Didn’t think you’d become so sensitive and needy.”

A faint smile passes through your lips, and your toes curl and your belly tightens in that delicious way it does right before orgasm. Another grind against Jungkook, and he sighs “I love you,” as you cream your pants like a dweeby high schooler being touched for the first time.

Jungkook’s gentle movements halt the moment he sees that orgasmic face overtake you, pressing soft smooches all over the bottom half of your face, peppering your lips with them, until your fingers finally loosen in his hair.

“Fuck, I’m embarrassed,” you huff out, feeling gross and sticky in all the worst spots. Jungkook chuckles, and you can still feel his hard cock nudging the insides of your thighs.

“Nah,” he says. “It’ll make it easier for me to slide in.”

Even in your post orgasmic state, his words have a brand new coil of heat revving up. God, you were whipped for him. “Bed?” You ask, and he nods as you clamber off his lap, tugging down your shirt.

Immediately, he whirls around and catches sight of his abandon Smash game. “Huh.” He says, and you already feel the distraction staple itself into his mind. “Have you ever noticed how Dark Pit—“

You cut him off, gliding your hands around his neck and slowly craning it back until you can give him a tiny Spider-Man kiss. “If you make me cum a second time I promise I’ll listen to whatever theory you have about him,” you purr, punctuating your words with a tiny smooch.

The screen is off in record time.

[rupertgayesarchive]

That ask and your answer about what if Sam was out of hunting and never left Stanford because Gabriel wanted to stop the apocalypse and threw him into a pocket dimension and I’m like. Obsessed. primarily with gabriel and how Sam would go.

I think he would stick Sam in a like… you remember when Zachariah stuck sam and dean in the office job and it was a parallel universe but also it was real life? like coplanar planes, I think Gabriel would elect to do that instead of his you’re going in my alternate universe, because it’s less detail consuming and I think Sam would notice small things that were off like how he figured out it was him in mystery spot.

You said Sam deserves to have the apple pie life but if he was comfortable with that it wouldn’t like.. work he wouldn’t be ready to ever confront Lucifer or anyone. i agree but also I don’t think he would stick with his normal life. like in the zachariah episode he had a normal life and fake memories of that but he still wanted to hunt and help people and also figure out wtf was happening. I think in this scenario Sam would still be psychic because I love that but Gabriel would probably try like… suppressing his visions and such, because they would lead him back into possible angel business. I think he’d still get little snippets because that’s fun and having reminders in that that the supernatural like.. exists and ppl are getting hurt, I think that would overrule his want of complete normalcy and even his spite toward John.

I don’t think he’d go back into hunting like, completely because I want him to have something good and also be semi well adjusted. but like we saw in the terrible life episode I think he’d like.. if he got bored and started looking up strange deaths well now he has to go help them!!

also it is sooo fun to me if he starts realizing something is wrong but he doesn’t know what. like in mystery spot I love that trope sooo fucking much also in s1 sam gets back into hunting through John Winchester style revenge quest and I want to give him a reason to start poking around that is like.. for himself and not anybody else. he can have a little obsession over it as a treat because i like seeing him be a bitch <3

i think initially when Gabriel found out the apocalypse was like in motion and Sam was at Stanford he’d have an opportunity there to do something without revealing to other players that he is alive because he was pretending to be a trickster. like he’s very much in this for self preservation and if he did some time traveling shenanigans, or disappearing both Winchesters and maybe even Adam out of nowhere, I think he’d worry that the angels would take notice. Randy your vessels!! But Stanford gives him a natural window to hide a key player. he needs to do away with Adam too so Lucifer can’t possibly have a true vessel to fight.. maybe he can kill him in a freak accident because I find that funny. sorry this is long and it will be getting longer

anyway I think as time went on Gabriel would pay like less meticulous attention. he’d still keep away like key players but as other people also started trying to stop the apocalypse he would become more relaxed also he’d be overconfident in himself like in changing channels. I think this would lead sam to notice more stuff that just doesn’t make any sense and maybe start looking for dean or even his dad, or going out of his way to look for hunts. maybe get involved in magic because i think he deserves to be a witch. wait actually that’s how he should find Dean. i think Gabriel would hide Dean from Sam and vice versa, and he didn’t foresee Sam using magic or anything. Also at this point it’s been years and I think Sam is more invested in this than his like… normal life. he’s more well adjusted but I can definitely see him just impulsively quitting his job to figure out what the fucks happening. Also I think he’d feel animosity at dean during this for not being there and not helping him, even though that anger doesn’t make complete sense. sorry i like the early seasons salmon dean reconciling and learning to like each other and sam realizing Your Parents Are People and I would like to see it with them having like, completely different lives and also some fun miscommunication bc of Gabriel. also sam having to reconcile dean having cas OHRHDHJ also dean and cas trying horribly to cover cas being not human is so fucking fun to me. unless this happens during a cas is dead time period which is fun in a different evil way.

I also think dean would only stop looking if he though Sam was dead, but I think… Gabriel might have hidden him but other people ARE still meeting him even with like altered memories. so I think angels or something can sense that Sam is alive but they don’t know where and I think they’d gloat and use it to taunt dean that he is like.. suffering while his brother is living a perfect normal life. Also because this adds another miscommunication that can be discussed and end in reconciliation in a way I don’t think would feel contrived and is in line with it the characters. it’d be Amelia s8 but Sam would be like (Sam voice) I did look for you!!! where were you when I needed you! also I want Sam to find out John died and he’s in absolute despair while cas is standing there like oh yes that’s so awful your father was an. absolutely a man😔😐🏳️‍🌈

idk when this would occur and i think every season offers like… different flavors of enjoyment for an audience of just me. like s7 proto widower arc?? Sam reconnecting with Dean during TMWWBK when he is not familiar with the dean and cas dynamic and has to be witness to Trying So Hard To Be Loyal. additionally that would be fun because bobby is there and dean is like, covering his ears and back talking bobby regarding cas. and if they’ve taken pains to hide cas being an angel Sam being like .who is this to Dean. is suchhh a fun concept.

WAIT post goodbye stranger. or maybe Sam can show up pre goodbye stranger to watch dean go from clingy after cas gets back from purgatory to wrongfooted to like ANGRY. well not Angry… to dean having dean emotions. when cas is off with the tablet ignoring him and he feels betrayed. and this Sam isn’t as close to him so he doesn’t know ANY details until Dean stats divulging them as they reconcile. ALL GOOD OPTIONS..

also if this happens during s6 i think it would be nice if cas started collecting allies, and at the same time as Sam trying to figure out what was keeping him away from dean and the angel business Cas could figure it out FIRST and use Gabriel as an ally against Raphael but he’d feel like he has to hide it from dean and sam. like in this scenario. actually any time I talk about s6 hypotheticals Cas’ conflict IS the A Plot. the Winchester’s were on a side quest idc. s6 is a fun time for these reasons but i don’t like it as much because Cas is still in the process of like.. formative development.

okay one last thing I’m SOOO sorry for my essay. you said if Sam was dispossessed the apocalypse would just.. not happen. i agree to like, a certain degree, because I do think they could have found another way but all of them would have been dust compared to swan song. so maybe Gabriel semi succeeded but instead of stopping the apocalypse he just… prolonged it. this changes a lot but if either Michael or Lucifer didn’t have a viable vessel I think the angels would scramble to actually for real stop the apocalypse but others would still want it to happen even if it was like.. Perfect they just want it to be over. this provides angel politics which I am in love with and we can still have like TMWWBK development for cas. I don’t know where I’m going with this sorry

op this is a lot, this is so much. i love it, i hope you have a google doc open somewhere and are typing away furiously.

now i didn't rewatch a lot of spn past s3 (surprise) in part bc i can't handle the brain damage and some scenes are seared into my cerebral cortex in a way that induced a temporary bout of eidetic memory, meaning i'll never forget the crypt scene in Goodbye Stranger for as long as i live. that being SAID, my s6-s7 knowledge is not as firmly coalesced. so because of that i'm letting your thoughts roam free as i don't know how accurate my own takes would be? but i feel like without sam there, like... hm. would dean even be the same person... would the past however many seasons even OCCUR remotely similar with sam out of the picture for literal years? we might be looking at a completely different world at that point.

my other theory is that the s2 plot of special children - we know azazel was raising a new 'crop' of psychic kids. i think that was a plot thread that they ended up dropping anyway, but if they didn't i do wonder if we'd be dealing with a lot more shenanigans like in s1 and s2 except with kids? and dean and cas trying to figure out what to do with these young psychics that might be turned into a vessel for lucifer or - whatever they wanted to do with those kids. hm.

i also question if purgatory would be a thing. like it probably would come up and be on the table, but maybe the godstiel arc wouldn't, bc if like you're saying dean and cas are together at this point, like. cas might have grown to love humanity (not just dean but like 99% dean) to the point where he might not be doing this risky gambit for more souls. and if gabriel is still around, cas may start petitioning gabe to help throw his archangel weight around against raphael while he tries to do the actual strategizing.

i think sam would still have his visions, like you said, and then maybe those lead him to dean or to a case that dean is also on? or if angels are more well-known later on, he tracks one down, maybe cas, maybe not (if it's NOT and it's one that works on raphael's side. ohoho. the possibilities...)

[dastardlydandelion]

I wish you would write a fic where Billy protects Max from Neil. And then Susan protects them both... by whatever means necessary.

u guys keep guessing what's gonna be in the abcs!! that is a thing that happens!! but since this is a scenario with a v wide range of possibilities, i'll give u a few other versions of it that i will not actually be writing.

under the cut bc one has downer ending. 😢

1) happens back in cali. max broke the brand new tv on accident. max is like ten here and until this point neil hasn't escalated to physical abuse with her but the television was expensive and susan isn't home rn, which also emboldens him. so he totally explodes on her. grabs her really hard and holds her in a vise grip. beats her with the remote control while the tubes in the tv continue quietly crackling n fizzling.

billy hears max cry out and comes running. throws himself at neil. then neil's attention shifts his way. susan arrives unexpectedly early. enters to the sight of neil kicking billy into the wall while max is on the floor, blood trickling around the bridge of her nose and bruises forming. it's clear what's happened. susan knows asking neil to stop won't make him stop (she's tried) so she grabs the letter opener off the glass coffee table, stabs it into his throat from behind.

neil turns so suddenly and forcefully, susan loses her grip. he rips the letter opener outta his neck, screaming and cursing up a storm at her. there's nowhere for her to retreat before he slams her head into the wall. hard. she's stumbling, disoriented, can't dodge fast enough with the double vision before neil's stabbing her once, twice, three times with the letter opener.

for a moment both kids are just frozen. billy moves a lil faster bc the situation is somewhat less shocking to him since he witnessed neil's violence toward his own mom. scrambles to his feet. bodily rams into neil hard enough to get him away. but susan's just gushing, sundress soaked. her descent is a clumsy one, flailing hands and crablike, disoriented drunkard steps. the coffee table explodes into hundreds of crystalline shards when she collapse onto it. susan makes a wretched noise when she chokes on her own blood that's going to haunt max until the day she's elderly and demented, and no longer truly remembers where it came from, this horrible echo in every fractured nightmare.

neil has just enough time to take in what he's done before he's swaying too, drops to his knees. he's been bleeding since he pulled the letter opener out. just didn't notice. too enraged. succumbs to his wound a couple minutes after susan.

max gets returned to her father. billy goes into the system when authorities fail to locate his mom.

2) max steals from neil's wallet in an attempt to run away from home. they're in hawkins now but it's p fresh after the move, she's thirteen. neil punches her in the face twice. billy walks thru the front door in between the blows. isn't fast enough to stop the second one from landing and knocking her out cold. she drops like a stone. billy's so pissed he actually goes at neil for the v first time in his life.

popular headcanon of neil being former military is true to this 'verse. i've seen this mainly used in reference to explain some of the psychology behind his abuse of billy, but uh...it also makes him so much more dangerous?? do ppl generally not acknowledge that part or do i just miss it bc i don't actually go here??

that means combat training, including weapons training, likelihood of weapons ownership, a propensity to maintain fitness. that, uh. that'd defo make neil extra dangerous...

but okay, anyway, so billy's athletic and big enough that he actually prolly has raw strength > neil. but neil, maintaining combat fitness in this scenario, has roughly equivalent functional strength. also combat training means he's maximizing his strikes as far as placement/precision/timing goes. raw power and bull-in-china-shop-rage gets billy p far but. not far enough. neil chokes him out. proceeds to keep beating him after he's unconscious bc he's just that pissed billy even dared to come at him like that. kicks him in the ribs until he hears a crack or two.

by the time susan gets home, max is nauseous from being concussed and her eggplant purple eye's so puffy it can only open a needle slit. billy can barely move, like the tinman in the wizard of oz before the oil can. neil's got a bruise on his chin where billy landed an uppercut. internally susan is sick to her stomach and screaming but externally, she lowers her eyes to the floor and informs everyone she's going to do a bit of gardening while the sun is still out but not to worry bc she'll still have dinner ready on time.

even thru the concussion fog, max feels pissed and betrayed. this is exactly why she wanted to run away. she stomps to her room, fuming and burning to throw and break everything, except that would make a ruckus. that would get neil's attention. she cannot afford the bad side of neil's attention twice in one day.

what max doesn't realize is that susan has white snakeroot and water hemlock in her garden. it's vegetable curry for dinner, but neil's bowl is a tad different than everyone else's...

3) max reaches out to the police one night when she can't take it anymore. wondering who's hitting the floor on the other side of the wall, her mother or her brother. walking on eggshells when she wants to run, whispering when she wants to yell. wilting and warping in a house that isn't a home so much as a cage.

her mouth goes dry when neil walks into the room. he calmly plucks the phone right out of her hands and has a civil conversation with the officer on the other end of the line. puts on his public friendly polite smile even tho no one but max is actually looking. it vanishes when he hangs up, crumbles into an ugly, menacing scowl.

max sees his fist come up. then the next thing she knows, she's on her back, blinking her eyes open under weight. billy's weight. neil is on a tirade like no other and he's shielding max from the worst with his own body, taking the hits. raises an arm and crooks it to protect both max's face and his own when neil picks up a kitchen chair.

both wood and bone snap in that go. billy doesn't cry out. remains protectively braced above max. no one hears susan approach. max blinks and catches a glimpse of soft, fine red hair.

she's armed with a steel pipe wrench, old and rusty, no longer particularly practical for plumbing purposes. but nearly as long as a pole arm, and thirteen solid pounds. practical enough for something else, maybe.

max blinks again to the reverberations of a new body falling, not her mother or her brother, but her stepfather. this time the red she sees is wet and glistening.

[safarigirlsp]

i’m very confused about what’s currently happening considering all the people upset with you saying it’s not fiction, are the same ones who complain when people don’t approve of their rape fantasy fics. oh how the turntables.

but seriously, i have no idea what’s going on bc no one is naming names. ppl are saying someone is wrong for writing a civil war fic and that it’s racist, but then others are saying it’s fiction and now my brain is scrambled. anyways, have a lovely day! :)

Hi!

It’s been quite a week here in the latest episode of As Tumblr Turns 🤣.

Here is a CliffNotes summary of the events.

I wanted to write a wounded soldier trope with a Historical AU for Clyde. I personally prefer pre 1900 settings or modern. I have Victorian settings, Knights, Gunfighters, and a Regency setting. I thought a Civil War setting would work for using guns, horses, and Clyde’s accent. That’s the depth of it. It’s purely a romance story with some of my brand of action. There are no politics or sides discussed. It’s set during the Civil War and Clyde’s a wounded soldier. That’s the depth of usage for my setting. I maintain that the setting itself does not make something racist, any more than simply using a WWII setting doesn’t make something anti-Semitic. Content within the writing could obviously make something racist and I completely agree with that, but not merely the setting when using an actual period of history.

The fic is The Trade if you wish to read it yourself for reference and make your own judgment. It was quite well received and has something like 120 notes. In fact, several people who now say it’s horrible originally reblogged it and had lovely comments about it 🤣. They are deleted now, of course.

However, this fic apparently offended some people due to the setting alone. Which I did not anticipate nor intend. I never wanted to offend anyone with my story, of course! I am sorry for the offense it caused, that was never my intention.

About a week after it was published, the Tumblr police came knocking lol. JynZandTonic contacted me by sending an initial message stating my fic was racist and that they wanted me to “address it publicly.” Basically delete my fic and apologize because they said so. There was an implied threat that came to fruition when I didn’t follow their command. I said that I was sorry for any offense but that I’m not going to delete something I was proud of. I also said that I don’t owe anyone a specific product in my writing, which I don’t believe any writer does. I explicitly said I was sorry for any offense and that I would like info to avoid such offense moving forward. This conversation is floating around in screenshots if you care to read the entire exchange. I was polite. I was also informed this was “not about cancelling me.”

They sent a final unproductive message and blocked me. Then, they proceeded to make a vague post about racism. This prompted some people to stand up for me, which apparently provoked JynZ into making a ‘call out’ post about my story. Funnily enough, a couple reasons cited were that I did not agree the fic was racist and that the fic was too popular 🤣. That person clearly has issues with people not sharing their same opinion lol. This escalated further into a full blown cancel-campaign against me.

Honestly, the cancel culture here is just sick. It’s gang mentally at its finest.

Once this began, many people who had read the story stood up for me, including several self-identified People of Color. They told me, the initiator, and others that the story was not racist. I can’t tell you how appreciative I’ve been of that!!! Regardless of their opinions, the other blog has persisted. Apparently, they feel that they speak for everyone else even when informed of the contrary.

Then another user made a post saying that I had encouraged her to talk to someone she felt had done something racist before. That was an outright lie. I published the screenshot myself of a group message in which I explicitly said, “I am not encouraging you to talk to this person, so please don’t take it that way,” lol! I also apologized to her after if I overstepped any boundaries.

I think they’re all upset that their cancel campaign failed and that I’m still here because, sadly, this approach has worked in the past with several other blogs. It won’t work with me. I’m sure they’re also upset that is hasn’t affected the true friendships I have here. It has actually made those existing friendships stronger and led to the formation of new ones! 💗

I want to be clear regarding my stance on the rape fics and pedophilia sort of stuff. It’s not my thing, but I do believe that everyone should feel free to write wtf ever they want how they want, and I will outwardly defend everyone’s right to do so. I do believe it’s buyer beware with fics and that readers should watch for things that might offend them and avoid it. However, I do find it remarkable that the same people, many of whom are involved here, who defend and even endorse rape and pedophilia under the guise of ‘dark!fics’ are here calling my story ‘inappropriate.’ These same people are really out there making judgement calls regarding content! That’s hypocrisy at its finest 🤣 I wonder if, hypothetically, a 10 year old wanders onto this hell site and reads these things, if they would be more traumatized by a romance set during the civil war or by a character they love abducting you and raping you behind a dumpster as he murders you?

All of my posts on the matter are tagged #SafariGate. If you want a better grasp of everything, I would encourage you to read the fic and all the screenshots that are out there somewhere in this dumpster fire. However, if you wish to have a decent and productive weekend, I encourage you to just enjoy yourself in whatever way is best for you, and not let yourself get consumed by Tumblr bullshit 🤣

[survivorunfinishedbusiness]

Episode #5 - "Either I Bash My Own Head In, or I Wait To Get Sliced Open."- Kori

https://survivorunfinishedbusiness.tumblr.com/post/175657274028/announcement

https://survivorunfinishedbusiness.tumblr.com/post/175657392678/immunity-challenge-6

Of course. Of-FUCKING-COURSE of all the people Dani could send home, it was Anna, thank god it wasn't Timmy, but still holy shit. Like she had a freaking idol in pocket, why the hell couldn't she have just flopped. I need her gone TODAY. Like I'm tired of having to worry about this punk. I'm losing my cool I know, but for the love of god, even that whole tribe agreed it was her time to go.

What in the actual fuck just happened???? Dani calls me out in her idol speech saying I'm gonna go, and then fucking votes off Anna. I still have just a blank stare on my face with my mouth wide open just because I'm that shocked. I'm pissed because Anna was someone who I could really trust and I'm going to miss having her in this game. I'm glad Dani's idol is gone and it means that she did find it at Summit 13 because I was told something had been there and she was the only other person checking the Summit at that time. I really should have said something to Ryan and Anna about that and I regret not doing so. But I can't regret it for too long because I just have to keep moving forward and hope for the best at this point.

When Hurricane Dani destroys your number one ally in this game

Hurrah! Exile Island and also a huge strike against my game. I am ecstatic to be assured a spot in the Final 14. But there are a LOT of downsides to Exile Island. Firstly, I miss out on whatever tribe I end up with's dynamics for 3 days. Everyone will assume I have an advantage now, whether I do or not is irrelevant, perception is reality in this game. Lastly whichever tribe I join is likely to be the weaker tribe as they are the ones who lose this challenge, so its a tribe that might just go to tribal again. WHICH MEANS that I'm even more likely to get sent home, especially if it's a live challenge which I'll be unable to participate in since it'll be in the middle of the week and during my work... I feel like I'm in between a Rock and a Giant Saw Blade, and it's either I bash my own head in, or I wait to get sliced open.

https://survivorunfinishedbusiness.tumblr.com/post/175660820633/immunity-results-6

Talio wins immunity sending the new Audax tribe to tribal council.

I finally have a chance to breathe in this game. I am so thankful for Ryan for finding so many links. I'm actually really happy with how I did in this challenge, especially after the last one, because I found like 11 of the links. Also only the 4 people who just came from Audax are the only ones who found links so really even if we didn't swap we would have won this challenge. 

Another day on Exile. I'll be joining Audux, which is the tribe I preferred, but at the same time I still worry they may be thinking. Kori has an advantage from Exile. OR they might already have a majority that I can't become a part of due to joining late. It's tough, and I dunno what the future holds, but I can only hope that with my excessive planning and studying of how people have voted and previous tribe relations, I can find the cracks I need to make it to the merge and beyond.

https://youtu.be/Eqm9_6_j4M0

after tribal #5

Well... I'm still alone on Exile, and I've had a lot of time to reflect on the game I've been playing, I feel like I haven't been active enough with certain people because I now find myself constantly worried in these swap scenarios, if I ended up on the other tribe, I'd likely be drawing dead, which isn't a good thing to be doing since I was on a tribe with half of them on some point or another. It's frustrating, and I realize I need to make a greater effort for change, which I'm gonna do once I re-enter the game, maximize my socialization as much as I can.

well I've gone to like every single tribal council besides the first one. And it sucks ass wow i hate it. Well In this game i have been in more allainces than i hav ever been in before so i guess thats fun . I have Bullies R us (all members still in game ) which is Me, JUlia, RTP, and isaac then i have OG Vindicta (all present) ME, Julia, Isaac, and John. Then im also in FAb Three (all present) Me julia and John then im in Sexy can i (not all present) which is me RTP and ANNA <3 RIP a legend. Well now i want to make an alliance with Andrew and Isaac bc isaac told me he is close to andrew and if i get the locked down ill be aligned with almost everyone on my current tribe other than Nathan and Colin.  O ya going to tribal tonight. im hoping that nathan gets voted out bc i think he knows alot of ppl in this game and he is very well connected. Also he hasn't talked to me much at all which is kind of concerning. But i think i hav the votes for him to leaeve. I hope he doenst hav an idol. but if he does and if he plays it i think hes going to be voting out colin bc Julia told him that is who the vote if for. SOOO ya HOPEFULLY IM HERE FOR ANOTHER ROUND AND I CAN WIN AN IMMUNITY BC DAMN THIS IS EMBARRASSING. 

so i feel ok... i think. i’m like 99% sure that nathan is going and i feel bad bc i love him but hey.. it ain’t me. i’m pretty sure the vote isn’t me because i have a feeling isaac will always want to vote with blake and blake tells me what he’s doing so to get majority against me, isaac and andrew would have to start it just bc i feel really close to colin and john. i even think if we lose again i’ll be fine.. any who i’m going to sleep to avoid talking to people and hope blake makes sure everyone is in check 

So, we stan this swap. 

Dani popped off and people will see her as an easy target, but if I get my way I would like to keep her around a bit since I think she’ll trust me. 

I think I have enough connections on this tribe to keep me safe if we lose, which is good because I think we are super close to merge and my ass needs to get there. 

Ok I’m at a conference so bare with me. Honestly rip Anna I miss that bitch. But this swap seems pretty good for me...I think Timmy and Kevin will still think I’m with them...obvs I’m still with Dani....and then I know Jake and bodhi so I need to try and talk to Nicole but she’s not really around...if I had to vote rn I’d go for her...it’s been real y’all 

So I guess the vote is just supposed to be Nathan? Idk because people aren't really talking but I guess there's a group of Isaac, Julia, Blake, and Coffey deciding who they want out and it was allegedly between Nathan and Colin but they landed on Nathan.

But now Nathan mentioned to me he wants a group of me, him, Julia, and Colin? But I don't see that group being made. Idk wtf is going on. I don't wanna have to lie to Nathan but I wanna get in the good graces of the majority group to establish myself into some better footing. 

So right now I just wanna play off that I'm a 5th to the majority 4. Isaac knows I'm doing this. The other 3 don't. Isaac says he has Blake for sure and we're trying to see how much we can trust Julia and Coffey.

ahhHHHHHHHHHHH. I've been so busy the past 2 days and we have to deal with tribal. I'm doing last minute scrambling currently to make sure no messy shit is happening. every person I've talked to said it's a cut and dry vote on nathan?? so like??? nice?????

I hope its true lmao

Jake and I are in a good spot strategically, and we've got options. There's Dani, but there's also Ryan + Timmy. We need to figure out how to keep both groups in.

I’m so happy to be back with Blake. This round we had an original Vindicta alliance of me, Blake, Julia, and John Coffey and even though Nathan’s been having a bad time we decided he’d be better to send home because he’s more social and less boring than Colin (Noah Fence) and has more connections. I was apprehensive about sending him home at first but like he came here to play and that’s just part of the game, he’s a threat and he needs to go. Sorry buddy. Andrew told me that Nathan was trying to round up a 4 consisting of himself, Andrew, Julia, and Colin. It’d be stupid of Julia to flip and alienate herself and I have Andrew on lock so unless Nathan has an idol I think he should be going.

https://survivorunfinishedbusiness.tumblr.com/post/175727865523/tribal-council-6-audax

Nathan is voted out by a vote of 6-1. You can find his preseason interview here.