#this is so fucking hard. I need to stop being a perfectionist

[ikosburneraccount]

I remember why I stopped working on this fanfic omfg

[etfrin]

❝ ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ worries — coriolanus snow ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ ❞

☆　Warning: NSFW | pinv sex, creampie, cum eating, blowjob, orgasm control, overstimulation, loss of virginity (m.), handjob, mutual masterbation (each other) if you squint, riding, spit play, breath play, reader has fem! anatomy, mentions of blood & blood sucking (from a lip bite)| lmk if I forgot anything

☆　Pairing: afab/gn! soft dom(-ish)! Reader x sub(-ish)! virgin! Coriolanus Snow

☆　Summary: uhm, you take Snows' virginity <3

☆　A/N: first time writing gn reader, please be respectful and tell me if anything's wrong, but don't be mean about it and i finally wrote reader spitting in Coryos' mouth and it should be a regular thing, look AT him ugh, a meal fr, wanna eat him, suck off all of his cu- i should stop...

Ps. The one who requested this to be gn, i hope you like this and i did it justice, if there's anything wrong (like accidentally refering to the reader as fem) then please let me knw :)

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“You've never done this before?” You questioned as you entered his room. All cold and dusty stone with a bed on the corner. The bed in which you plan to do unspeakable things with him.

“No, he said, “Will that be a-” You shake your head as you see his wide blue eyes waiting for rejection. He hated that he brought you here. He hated that you saw him. Him. Not Coriolanus Snow from the academy but Coryo who tries and tries but gets fucked over anyway.

After finding out that the District 12 girl was his, he wanted to protest, he was being set up to fail. You saw him for he is, his mind filled with worries, endless thoughts running around making him unable to breathe. He felt invalid and he needed you to do something about it.

And as you notice him among the crowd, seduce him with your eyes and whisper your desires to him. He brings you to the penthouse, trying to control the urge to apologize as you have to walk 12 cases of stairs.

You knew his secret like the dean did but you didn't do anything about it except for the meals and clothes sent to him anonymously during the coldest nights of Panem but he didn't know that.

You walked towards him, pinning him to the door of his room with a gentle thud. “You don't have to worry about anything, princess,” you whispered to him, your eyes filled with lust and your lips twisted in a teasing smile. You run your finger over his sharp jaw, taking joy when a soft gasp comes from him. His breathing is getting faster and the blood rushing from his cock and his head turning empty from your simple touch.

You were going to have some fun with this boy. You're going to make him yours. Make him forget and help him through everything as his now serrah. Even if it means rigging the games so he would win. It's your job to care for him now and you're a perfectionist.

The first task, let the wide-eyed man feel pleasure in someone's touch for the first time. You tsk in dissatisfaction as your fingers feel his bony chest. He needs to eat, he needs to be pampered. ‘I'll have to fix that’, you thought as you pressed your lips on his collarbone. He lets out a breath, his body heating up from the kisses you plant on his chest. Your tongue teasing his nipple causes him to whimper and you earn a broken moan when your teeth decide to nip the bud.

You suck his nipple, savoring the gasp he makes and how his fingers wove into your hair. “Please. Please more,” he groans and who are you to deny him? You couldn't say no to his pretty face even if you didn't want to. So you get down on your knees, pushing your face into his crotch and you swear you could smell the heady scent of his pre-cum soaking through his trousers. You moan, deciding to tease him as you use your teeth to pull down his zipper. You'll never know the will it took for Coriolanus not to cum right then and there.

You take down his trousers, the line of his hard cock clear in his boxes, a wet spot of his pre-cum formed where the tip is. You decided not to tease him words but with actions, your tongue licks the wetness, letting your saliva sweep into the fabric along with his salty pre. He groans above you, a thud echoing into this room as the back of his head hits the door.

You set his cock free from its confines, your mouth watering as you look at the pink tip forming a bead of pearly white pre-cum. The tip of your tongue catches it and the pleasure (or torture) of Coriolanus Snow begins.

You start simply, teasingly as your lips trail sloppy wet kisses all over his length. Your tongue traces along the pretty veins of his cock, your lips reaching his base and mouthing his cock causing him to let out a needy whine and a plea of more, more and more. You repeat the process until you catch his cockhead inside of the carven of your warm, wet mouth. Another broken groan leaves his mouth as he sees your lips stretch around his mushroom tip.

The fingers of his curled in your hair tightens and as a warning you make your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs causing him to his and immediately loosen his grip on you. An apology falls from his lips, his eyes glossing over as he feels his dick getting wet. Your mouth begins to suck his tip. Your tongue savors the bitterness of him as you swirl your tongue around his slit, lapping up as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Snow was biting his lower lip as hard as possible, the blood pooling in his mouth as he tried to keep much of his sound quiet for the sake of others who might be home. His mind was blank, all he could think was how pretty you looked on your knees like this, how you took control despite the one kneeling. You didn't even take all of him, sucking his cockhead diligently but the rest of his cock was left out. He was glad that did so because he knew he couldn't take the hot, wet mouth of yours all over his cock without cumming on the spot.

He could feel himself venture too close to spilling inside of your mouth, he let his free hand venture down to the path and he gripped the base of his cock trying to ruin his upending orgasm.

You take your mouth off him, making him let out a desperate whimper as he feels his dick out of your warm carven. You raised an eyebrow at him, feeling utterly amused by how adorable he is. You kiss his tip. “Trying to last longer, baby?” You questioned with a teasing tilt in your voice.

“I don't want to” Snow can't admit the fact he doesn't want to cum so soon, it's embarrassing so he says it in different terms, “I want this to last.” His eyes were now fully blown with lust, his curls clinging to his forehead and his cheeks painted red with pleasure.

“Hmm,” you hum, standing up trying to ignore the slight ache of your knees. You take his hand, guiding the boy to bed before pushing him on the mattress. You straddle him, his shirt was long forgotten on the floor along with the rest of his clothes. It was your turn now and you quickly did the same. Coryo lets out a needy soft noise as your skin is exposed to his eyes, his fingers skimming along the curves of your body. “Can I?” He asked, his eyes begging for your agreement.

“Yes, Coryo. You can,” you permit him and you nearly let out a wanton moan as the heat of his fingertips sweeps into your skin, warming you up as his hands experimentally begin to knead your breasts. His fingers squeeze your nipples making you softly moan near his ear. “That's it, baby. Make me feel good.” You whispered to him, “A bit rougher- ah- ah- there you go. That's a good boy.”

His hips jolt forward when you praise him and a whine escapes from the back of his throat. “Please,” he lets out, “Let me feel you. I will be good, I promise.” You gaze wonders at his angry red tip and you decide not to play with him any further for the moment. You kiss his forehead for a moment of vulnerability in all of this tension. “Okay, my prince,” you whispered as you kissed his lips next, letting your tongues meet in a rather filthy and sloppy kiss as you let him guide you to your back on the mattress.

His hand traces down and gets a hold of your hips, his fingers squeezing the flesh a tad too hard but it felt so good and the fact he would leave marks didn't bother you. Your fingers wove into his blonde strands, bringing him down to catch his lips in an open mouth kiss. As your other hand is on his shoulder, his body pressed onto yours and you moan into his mouth as you feel his comforting weight on top of you. His dick twitched against your thigh, leaking pre-cum onto your skin.

You take in his bleeding bottom lip in your mouth and suck on it, enjoying the tang of the metallic taste on his tongue as he clumsily begins to press his cockhead into your soaking cunt. You were so focused on Coriolanus that you had forgotten about your aching cunt begging to be stretched with his cock.

If it hadn't felt so good when his cock slid right in because of how wet you were, you would have been embarrassed. You bite into his lower lip, trying to adjust to the burn of being stretched by his thick cock. If you weren't so impatient, you would have taught Coryo how to prep you first but that's for another day.

Coryo feels your teeth sinking into his bottom lip and a wanton, surprised moan leaves his mouth, his balls emptying and thick spurts of his cum flood into your pussy. You cry out as you feel his cock cumming against your pulsating walls. He buried his head onto your shoulder as he gasped his apology. As much as frustration filled your mind, you knew that you had to be gentle with your plaything.

You run your fingers through his hair, comforting him. “It's fine,” you whispered, your lips placing soft kisses on his shoulder. “But I don't want it to be over,” he admitted, shyness and desperation filling in his tone. “It doesn't have to be,” you replied as you squeeze your walls around his softening cock. A wicked smile plays on your lips, as you whisper, “It isn't over until I say so.”

He nods, willing to agree with whatever you say. You pushed him off you, getting yourself on top of him as his soft cock fully slips out of your pussy, leaving the entrance pushing out of his cum. Your fingers gather his seed and you pop your digits into your mouth, your tongue lapping up his taste off your fingertips. His dick twitches from the sight, coming back to life as Coryo lets out a whine while he looks at you sucking your fingers so good with your mouth hollow.

You take his length in your hand, fingers surrounding the girth in a perfect fist. He hissed when you squeezed and began to stroke him slowly. Trying your best not to overwhelm him and failing miserably because tears were pooling in his eyes, his lips were parted to leave wounded, pretty sounds. His fingers curled on the bed sheets as you stroke his cock back to life.

You lean to press another kiss to the tip, your eyes peering at his teary ones. “You sure?” You asked, you had to pat his cheek for an answer because all that left his mouth as you questioned was a whimper.

“Do you want to continue, Coryo?” You asked, in the softest tone possible. Your mind is ready to cuddle him for aftercare and draw a shower. But instead, he shakes his head, “Don't please- I need this.”

“Okay, I won't,” you whispered back, your lips pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, and then let the kisses trail until you reach his neck where his pulse is. Your mouth begins to suck as you continue to stroke his length, your fist now covered with his drooling pre-cum, a bit more watery than before.

Your free hand goes to your cunt, your fingers rubbing your clit to feel some relief from your aching pussy. Coriolanus notices that and can't help but feel bad. His fingers wrapped around your wrist stopping your movements, a silent question in his eyes and you removed your hand in answer.

A giddiness could be seen in Coryos as he explores your cunt for the first time. You get into a position where it is easier for you both to play with each other. He spreads your pussy lips, his eyes taking in your glistening cunt (with your juices and his cum). He swipes at your folds, gathering the wetness all over his digits, and you encourage him to take the digits in his mouth, and of course, he agrees.

He will do anything to get his head empty and his body to be jelly. So he takes his fingers in his mouth, letting his tongue lick every remnant of your juices and his bitter cum. He groans, his eyes getting cross stared and his cock begins to throb dangerously in your end. He was close to the edge again by such a simple thing.

‘Cute’ you thought, but you don't want him to cum again without getting something in return. So you stopped the strokes, ignoring his confusion, and pleas for more. Instead, you guide yourself on his cock again, your eyes flashing to him with a warning that despite the gentleness you had shown, you could be cruel too.

Yet when you sink on his cock, you make sure to hold his hand, fingers intertwined for comfort. You murmur endless praises to him.

“That's a good boy.” “Look at you filling me up so well.” “Ah- fuck, baby. Your cock is stretching me out perfectly.”

Each praise made his cock throb against your pulsating walls. This time he didn't cum immediately, but the jolt of electricity that went through his veins when both of your pelvis bones were touching, now joined to the hilt felt like he did. You take the hand you were holding and kiss the inside of your wrist with butterfly kisses.

These simple actions of yours were overwhelming to him. No one had cared for him so delicately like he was glass. It meant everything to him and a rush of emotions caused tears to begin to flow from his eyes.

You chalked his crying to overstimulation and leaned forward to kiss his eyelids. “It's okay,” you whispered against his ear, “It's okay, Coryo.” You let out a soft moan as you begin to move your hips. Slow and shallow thrusts. You hear him groan too, his hand squeezing yours. His free hand on your ass, groping the flesh.

“That's a good boy,” you whispered when you began to speed up your rocking hips making Coriolanus gasp. “You're doing so well, my dear,” you praised him. You moan as your hips find the perfect angle to hit the spongy spot in your gummy walls.

You begin to ride Coryo in earnest. His cock stroked the deepest part of your slick walls with each thrust. It makes you see stars with each breath you take. It was perfect and you made sure that Snow knew that with your hushed praises. Meanwhile, Coriolanus wasn't better off either with molten lava in his body, his mind now blank with how good getting dick wet felt.

He never understood the hype about sex but now he was addicted. He was sure he was going to need you like air, like a puppy going for a pet to its owner for comfort. He was going to need you after this, again and again.

He was close, wanting to cum again, he could feel how wet your walls were and wondered if it was your juices or his own that contributed to it the most. He was close so he voiced that. “I am-” he closed his eyes, feeling the burn of embarrassment, “Close.”

You hum in response, stopping your movements to catch a much-needed breath. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so, pretty boy,” you said with authority, “I let it go the first time, now I expect you to behave.” You add, “You'll cum with my permission or else. . .” You smirk, “You're a smart boy, Coryo. You wouldn't like punishment, would you?”

Coriolanus shakes his head, he sniffs and you find it adorable how his nose scrunches up that it makes you smile at him. “I will be good, I promise,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Please.”

You give him a nod. You leaned down to kiss his lips, both of your tongues tangling together into something soft. Your hand leaves the grip it had on his hand to wrap itself around his neck. He moans inside your mouth as you put a bit of pressure onto his neck, not restricting his breathing but certainly making him light-headed. It worked as a good distraction.

Your free hand goes between your bodies and you find your clit. Your fingers begin to play with the bud. Small circles send jolts of pleasure to your core, making your cunt tighten around his dick. It made his hip snap back into yours, a deep groan resounding in the room as his hips began to thrust into you. Just small movements of sheer desperation of wanting to cum.

You were feeling the same, desperation clawing your body as the tension keeps building and building each time his cockhead grazes your g-spot. You were so close and everything turned sloppy.

Two animals in heat it seemed with how the two of you were acting. Your fingers pinch your clit as you begin to rock on his cock faster than ever, deep groans leaving Coryo's lips and his hands holding onto your hips to ground him as he takes whatever you give.

He was pussy drunk, his eyes glazed over and mouth drooling on the corners. You were pathetic enough to lick the saliva, holding his jaw open as you gathered your spit inside your mouth and then you let the goop of drool fall onto his tongue.

You thought for a moment this would snap him out from his fucked out glaze, except he swallowed it without a word, his hips stuttering in the pace and he mutters, his lips glistening, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” And god, that ruined you.

Your cunt begins to spasm around his cock, flexing walls around his length causing him to cry out for permission to let go and you yell out a yes. Liquidy spurts of cum begin to shoot out of his tip and inside your womb. Both of you let out a moan as the thrusts begin to slow down and cease.

As soon as you catch your breath and your body feels solidified, you caress his cheek. “Would you like to cuddle, baby?”

The answer to that was a breathless yes.

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[brucewaynehater101]

I'll admit I love the dadification of Tim by bruce, but I also love tim being much more of a perfectionist and being more efficient than Bruce.

And Bruce would say he loves it- but like. He now sees the problem with working with himself.

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A mission goes completely sideways, and it wasn't as if it was the first time it happened. In fact, in the end, they still fulfilled their objectives... just... not in the way they were supposed to do.

"...are you mad at me?" Bruce asks, fingers holding on to the bat-steering wheel so hard he could swear they were white under his black glove.

If he was with Jason or Dick, he'd know his answer. 'No, I'm not mad. I'm disappointed' because it was a gentle answer. It was the right answer. He was a father, a trying one, at least. He could be gentle. He could be nice.

Tim, however, could not.

"What do you *think*, genius?"

Bruce flinches. It's been a while since he felt the familiar signs of tears in his eyes. He forces himself not to cry. He was a *grown man*, he refused to feel shamed by a 15 year old's scolding - a rough glove strokes at the wetness on his cheek.

Tim sighs. "Bruce, cmon. Don't cry. I promise I'm not mad at you, okay? I just-- I got in a bad mood and it was wrong of me to take it out on you. I'm sorry, okay? You did great, Bruce!" Tim smiles at him.

Bruce hears himself sniffle. *God*. He can't believe he's crying. Tim's eyes widen in a panic. "Hey, hey, cmon! No more tears, big guy! I'll ask Alfred to whip up some of your favorites, how about it? And if he can't do it then we can always just order out, right? What do you want, Bruce?" Tim hits the autodrive and wraps his arms around him.

He cannot believe he's crying in a teenager's arms right now.

"We'll be home in a bit, and you did a great job, I promise. I'm not mad at you, in fact! I'm proud!" Something feels lighter in Bruce's chest. He squishes it down.

Tim takes off Bruce's cowl and strokes his hair. "Repeat after me, I did good. Say it Bruce."

"...I did good." Bruce grumbles, leaning into Tim's touch.

Tim smiles at him teasingly. "Didn't hear you, B. Say it louder."

Bruce frowns. "I did good." He says firmly.

"Good job, B!" Tim laughs.

The batmobile slows to a stop in the cave. "Oh look, we're home." Tim remarks casually, as if he didn't have an armful of a teary grown-up. "Let's go, Bruce. You go wash up while I update the logs."

Bruce nods.

Tim walks off to the computer, and for the first time in a long while, Bruce feels small and happy again.

Fuck. I love how this highlights that Tim wouldn't be a perfect father, especially considering some of his "bad" habits or behaviors. He'd try and he'd correct, but, like all parents, he's bound to mess up every once in awhile. It happens. The best part is that Tim corrects his behavior, admits fault, and tries to make up for it.

Good parenting, Tim! (genuine)

We could add on that Tim is a teenager. Emotions are heightened because puberty is a fucking asshole. So, he may occasionally take his frustrations out on Bruce (in this AU). He may suddenly burst into tears, worrying Bruce, or feel the intense need to scream.

He's not gonna be the best fantastic dad (especially since he really shouldn't be parenting an adult as he's a teen), but he's gonna try.

It'd also be cool to see Tim, in learning to gentle parent, eventually gentle parenting himself and teaching Bruce to utilize the same methods with his kids (also, I can go on a full fucking rant on how it shouldn't be named "gentle parenting" cause it's really "paying forward parenting," but I'm not gonna).

Anyways, the scene you wrote was really sweet and I very much enjoyed it

[plutokoo]

Maybe a bit weird but yandere big bad wolf jk and small sheep oc/yn?

pairing : yandere wolf jk x fem sheep hybrid reader

genre : smut, yandere

A/N : a quick smutty drabble rn because I'm writing a one shot for it and it's halfway done. I just need to do a quick dump bcs the one shot is kinda long and it's making me hit writers block 😭😭😭😭. this might not be the best tbh but I promise the one shot will be way better.

yandere wolf jk who's a perfectionist at uni never missing a class, always has a 4.0 GPA and never failed to made it in to the deans list.

and then one day he saw you, barging in to the class late mumbling sorry and sitting right in front of him,your scent covering his nose almost instantly,his ears tensing up as he grumble mate slightly under his breath.

he reached for you after class finished, hands grabbing your arm tightly, he leaned his face in, a wolfish grinned adorning his face as he greeted you

you who was timid,fearful and easily panicked,breathed out your name gently hands shaking from the sudden interaction. you can't help it of course it's in your nature to act that way :(

before he could ask you about how he's never seen you in the class before, you snatched your arms from him, legs stuttering to get out of the room as fast as you can, his scent was overwhelming, making your thoughts go hazy from fear.

jungkook frowned as your figure scrambled out, hands forming a fist as he make a silently vow to himself to get you again.

he met you again next on the campus hallway, hands barely holding on to the thick text books you carried as you sauntered around,trying to get into the professor office before bumping against some jock, your knees crashing on the hard tiles as the books fell from your grasp, gasp leaving your lips from the pain. the hallway turned silent, people watching you trying to gather books, you wanted to wailed from the attention you're receiving, your knees ached from the impact,blood oozing out from the cuts it received

jungkook immediately rushed up to you, shooing people away as he kneeled down, his hands quickly collect the books as he helped you stand up. he cooed at the fat tears that was sliding down your face, "its okay baby you're okay they're gone know" he fussed wiping your tears away

you sobbed,wiping your face at the sleeve of your sweater, the nickname he gave you went unnoticed as he continued to caressed your face.

"let me help you bring these and then we'll go to the infirmary to take care of your knees, okay?" he offered not giving you time to answer before he grabbed your hands,his other hand holding the books easily as he sauntered to the office

after that it was easy for jungkook to make you his,everyday he would take you out for coffee,sit beside you in class, and helped doing your assignments. he'd pamper you endlessly, slowly convincing you to sleep at his place instead because it was too dangerous for you to sleep alone and you who was dumb,naive and gullible believed everything he said.

he'd make you move to his apartment too, because it's such a hassle for his baby to be going back and forth at all and he doesn't like the thought of you being all alone so please move in with me baby, I don't like being apart from you :((((

jungkook Hates when you start talking or making friends with other people because you're his and only his to have, it's not hard to make you stop talking to these people of course, your timid nature making it easy for him to remove people from your life.

he'd tell you everyday, gaslighting you into thinking about how your friends view you as an easy target and how you will always be a Second choice to them, how you would easily get stampede if you keep hanging around with people other than him.

you'd believed everything he said, the thought of leaving the home you thought as a safe place become more and more distasteful making you switch all your classes to online instead, which ofcourse was jungkooks Idea.

jungkook loves to fuck you, he loves rubbing your wet pussy through your panties while you're sleeping, hips unconsciously humped against his hands as moans left your lips,his hands would move the panties sideways, thumbs slowly rubbing your clit, drawing 8 figures on it making you reach your qlimax, soft pants leaving your lips.

he'd fuck you on top of the kitchen counter, your front leaning on it, clit grazing against the counters corner everytime he thrust forward. cold marble pressing against your chest as jungkook pulled your hair back, his hand reaching down to pinch your nipple making you squeeze more around his cock

"aah...aah ple..please" you mewl hands rubbing your clit, desperate to reach your orgasm. jungkook grunts, his hands smacked you ass,groaning as he watched it jiggle "please what slut", he rasped hips bucking faster as he leaned down, lips sucking your necks making your eyes rolled back from the pleasure

"uh...ugh...cum please" you cried out, jungkook reached down hands smacking your pussy as he yanked your hair back "fuck..baby..cum" he choked, you wailed as you squirt against him,body trembling, eyes rolling back as your pussy pulsate againts his cock. "fuck fuck fuck" jungkook sobbed out as he reached his climax, filling your hole with so much cream it drips out.

he pulled out,wincing slightly before plugging his hand up your hole, preventing his cum from dripping down your hole "can't let this go to waste hm".

jungkook loves it when you got your heat he'd fuck you on every surface in the house. he'd fuck you on the couch when the movie's still playing,on the bathtub while letting the shower jet hits your clit , on the floor where he'd fuck you so hard you could barely from a sentence.

jungkook loves you so much he'd kill for you. he would easily get rid of anyone that he thinks might be a threat to your relationship.

he'd do anything for you as long as you don't leave his side,so don't even try to think about doing it it okay?.

[spiceofvy]

Telling SKZ that you fake your orgasms

cw: gender neutral reader, angst with a happy ending, some nsfw, skz being insecure, bad communication from readers side, angry sex (chan), overstimulation (minho), me calling seungmin a petty bitch

Chan: With Chan, this situation could go either one of two ways. He will have a very mature conversation with you about this going into great detail about what either of you like and how to improve both of you pleasure in bed. Or he resorts to very angry sex. Fucking you into oblivion, overstimulating you until you are a drooly mess. And then have a mature conversation with you. He would hold you tight and pet your hair. He would probably feel not 100% comfortable with looking into your face so he lays your head on his chest. His voice is calm and low, letting you do most of the talking. Chan is a perfectionist and hates to disappoint. So he would do everything to make sure you don't have to fake it again.

Minho: Well, he's mad. You experiencing disappointing sex with him? Hurts his ego. You lying to him about it, not openly talking to him? Hurt his heart. He feels like you don't trust him which makes him deeply insecure in the relationship. Minho likes to act tough and strong but he still has very human emotions, and he cares about you a lot. But he hides it all behind some rough fucking. He will make you cum again and again. Asking you if you are enjoying yourself ironically. Afterward, there will be a very productive conversation about your sex life. Which leads to some soft cute lovemaking with him immediately following your advice and needs. Open for criticism at any time.

Changbin: Poor baby boy is hurt. After the confession, he will need some time for himself. He thought you trusted him enough for you to tell him the truth. Even if it hurt him for a bit. It may be a minuscule lie. But this messed with his head. He feels like he is not good enough for you. And that you don't have enough trust in him to confide in this with him. He will have an adult conversation with you after some time. Openly discussing the topic, not only your sex life but also secrets and lies like that. He tries hard to move on from this, but his insecurity will follow him for a while. When he returns to the bedroom with you you will have to take the lead and tell him what you want, he will follow your every wish like the good boy he is.

Hyunjin: He already had his suspicions. He is great with body language and always watches you very closely. Especially during sex. But he never felt sure enough to bring it up to you. After your confession, there's a lot of silence. He just stares at the wall for a bit, thinking some stuff through. Making plans on how to improve the situation. And shapes a plan. You talk him through how to pleasure you. No matter how dominant he usually is, you take the reigns. He wants exact orders and he will not stop until he knows exactly how to please you. He also now always takes time to have an in-depth conversation with you about your sex life. Making sure that this doesn't happen again.

Jisung: Thinks you're joking. I mean you are joking, right? How do you even fake that? It felt and looked pretty real to him. But when you don't start laughing too… ouch. He's hurt. He will play it off but his anxiety is spiking. What if you are also unhappy with the rest of your love life? Does he take you out on enough dates? Does he give you enough gifts? Does he always ask you how your day was? He is in his head about it and not coming out any time soon. You better reassure him because else he starts spiraling. Especially if you told him on a high-anxiety day. No sex for you for the next week. He just doesn't feel up to it. But when you do it's the slowest, softest lovemaking. Afterward, he holds you tightly and apologizes to you. But you talk it out and find a way to handle this situation.

Felix: Oh he is hurt deeply. Less because of your lie and more because he feels like he failed you. You deserve only the best but how could he be the best for you when he even fails at making you cum? He fights back tears as he asks you if he lacks anything else. Does he not talk to you enough? Why didn't you trust him enough to immediately tell him? What can he improve on? Are there any toys he could introduce that would help you? Does he cum too fast? Please just give him some way to make you happy. And even after you two had that conversation he will be insecure for a while. Letting you take control of the bedroom activities. He is also the one who's most likely to bring it up with one of the boys to ask for help. My guess would be Chan.

Seungmin: He is the least emotional about the topic. Not because he doesn't have emotions but because doesn't want to make it more important than it is. It's a hick-up in your sex life. Is he hurt you lied to him? Yes. is his ego hurt? Yes. But his obvious solution is for you to show him what you like. He will sit there calmly, watching you play with yourself. Making notes of everything you do. How you touch yourself, how fast. How slow. Where exactly. He won't forget it. Sometimes talks to you about the topic again. Asking for small check-ins. But Seungmin is still Seungmin and sometimes he is a petty bitch. Which makes him the most likely, to bring it back up later during a fight. Because if you lied to him once…

Jeongin: He has the least amount of experience so he is unsure how to react to this. So his first idea is to google the problem (please don't do that). After reading a bunch of articles some more or less helpful he just decides to start from the very beginning. Taking it slow. Relearning everything he knows about sex with you. Asks you a lot of questions during it. Wants to know exactly what feels good and what does not. He doesn't show a lot of emotions but he still blames himself a lot. Months later during a late night, he will confess his insecurities to you, whisperingunder covers, hoping for you to console him, and that there is no need for him to be insecure. That you love him anyway TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM OR ELSE-

[goddessfloresz]

Her Recovery p2.

ONESHOT ❦︎ [named] FemReader x Larissa Weems

°° Reader's name: Florere Dulcie

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗?

" ..What? "

" What I meant is.. May you please kindly help me apply the lipstick, Professor? "

Just from that simple sentence alone, your eyes widen ever so lightly as the blood rushed on your cheeks. Hopefully.. The principal wouldn't notice just how stunned you were from the request. It took you a moment to finally mutter a reply, but was just barely above a whisper as your body automatically moved, accepting the request. Larissa gave her signature red lipstick unto your hands, as she moved slightly closer to the side whilst maintaining intense eye contact. Gosh.. this woman will be the death of you. How can she be awfully good at maintaining eye contact? Of course, the flustered fool you are, you immediately avoided her gaze and focused on her lips instead. Expertly trying to keep your cool as you slightly leaned in, taking off the lipstick cap and having your thumb graze over her chin to steady her head. Those precious, plump, and kissable rosy lips of hers.. You wondered how it would feel to have her lips against yours- For fuck's sake! Don't act like a fool! Don't reveal that you're awfully gay for her!

Gosh..

This was it, anyways.. You chose this. You wanted this. You wanted to form some kind of bond with her.. Afterall, There is certainly no turning back now.

You swallowed the uncomfortable lump in your throat as the lipstick finally made contact with Larissa's soft lips. Thinking to yourself why in the hell did the principal would want you to 'help' her apply the lipstick anyways? Being in the fields of make up as a feminine woman, you knew for damn sure this tall independent woman can apply her lipstick perfectly without a mirror. Perhaps it was maybe because you were more experienced in terms of make-up and decided to put it into the test? Or perhaps she just wanted to get closer to you, to feel you- Oh stop it! Focus!

You could almost feel Larissa's gaze piercing through your skin, how long has she been staring at you? Because you can certainly feel the tension growing, or you're just being delusional.

" Could you pat those lips together for me? " You didn't give time for your brain to process the words you've just said, it just spilled naturally. Your gaze were still on her lips, it was certainly hard to take it off. After a lil hesitation, Larissa complied with your request and pats her lips together. Creating the matte effect on her lips with the signature red lipstick. You narrowed your eyes as soon as she stopped with the movement, immediately seeing the empty part of the corners of her lips. The perfectionist you are, you automatically rubbed your thumb against her lipstick and started patting your thumb upon the corners of lips. Drifting into the world of focus, you didn't notice the growing rosy cheeks of the taller woman over your simple gesture.

" And...- There! " You exclaimed, glancing at the gaze of the woman, only to find out that she's still staring. You cleared your throat and immediately avoided her gaze by grabbing a wet tissue to wipe your colored thumb to avoid that piercing blue eyes of hers. That blush on your cheeks seeming not to leave. Shuffling through your own bag to find a wet tissue, you found out that you had a compact mirror carried with you. You blinked a few times to process your discovery, you didn't even realize that your mouth was slightly open from shock and immediately had your hands on it.

" I supposed I need glasses. I didn't notice this.." You embarrassedly stated a joke after a minute of silence, as you showed her the compact mirror. Her gaze glancing at it before giggling. " I supposed we could use that to check your work, hm? " Larissa raised a brow playfully with that genuine smirk of hers, on which you couldn't help but giggle as you handed that compact mirror. Her Strong British accent never failing to make you blush for no utter reason.

" Oh, Please.. it's just lipstick, Principal Weems. Nothing too complex. "

" Call me Larissa. No need for formalities when we're together, dear. " The principal hummed in approval right after her sentence. Once she saw her applied lipstick on her lips, her smile grew out of pure joy. It was certainly the right decision to bring her signature red lipstick along with you.

Once again, you found yourself stunned upon what you're hearing. You're hearing this right? You aren't going deaf are you? She's asking you to call her Larissa, by her name!! And that pet name, she's totally interested in you, you fool!!-STOP IT! You basically screamed at your self from being too delusional. She probably calls everyone all sorts of pet names, right..? You shook your head to get your thoughts out for a moment.

" I knew I could trust you.. "

" Hm? "

" With my personal belongings and as well.. with applying my lipstick. I thought for a moment you would turn me into a clown. "

Upon that sentence, you both cracked a genuine laugh. Seeming as if both of you are enjoying one's company.. This was the start of the flowing conversations, and perhaps a blossoming friendship. You savored every second the moment that never ending conversations effortlessly flowed comfortably from each of your mouths. From experiences with the students and their parents to something more personal like; favorite genre of music, exotic foods you've both have tried, and many more.. You didn't even notice the way you were smiling from ear to ear, so this is what small efforts can do.. You have successfully established a friendship with your boss, Larissa Weems.

So engaged upon your conversations, both of you didn't notice that time went by. The nurse decided to come in and remind you that visiting hours are ending in a few minutes.. which made you feel that bittersweet taste on your tongue that seems to never want to let go of Larissa's presence. You immediately went to fix your purse, and re-organize the principal's stuff upon the nurse's words. This sweet feeling has come to an end..

" Well, that's that. Please do focus on recovering, Principal- "

" Larissa, dear. "

" Right- I forgot..- I certainly hope you get better, Larissa Weems.. "

" Just Larissa, sweetheart. No need for formalities.. "

" I apologize, it seems like I'm just used to calling you by formalities. Especially with the name Weems.. " This time, you couldn't help but giggle in embarrassment once again.

" There's nothing to be sorry about, dear. " She replied with that sweet smile of hers. Gosh.. how many more pet names shall she call you? You wondered if you were a blushing mess, considering the different times of pet names she had called you.

" Get well. " You said upon your final goodbyes, a heavy sigh escaping once you've said that ever so genuinely that Larissa could feel the words melt into her heart. Once you were out of her room, you didn't realize the breath you were holding the moment you had been talking to her. This woman has certainly a crazy effect on you.

What else if this friendship blossoms into something more?

•••

Friday the 10th, 12nn.

The day that Principal Weems's was released from Jericho's Hospital.

" There will be no lectures for today. Use your time wisely to prepare whatever plans you have for Principal Weems. " You stated kindly at your whole class full of students. Seeing almost all of them being so giddy about the Principal's coming, you wanted them to use your period for this certain event. The students couldn't help but cheer in excitement, especially Enid Sinclair. " Oh thank you, professor! You're the best! " The girl stated as she immediately ran towards you for a hug. You couldn't help but chuckle and pat her head,

" Go now, you know Principal Weems. She always arrives early. " You said with a smile along with a playful wink. Upon your words, the students were leaving to do whatever they planned inside the Nevermore's circular space in the middle where the students usually take their meals. The last student to leave was Wednesday, making you immediately call for her attention.

" Miss Addams, for a moment. " You smiled as she stopped on her tracks to face you with that ever so stoic expression of hers. You're already used to her glaring.. " I hope you're doing alright after all that's happened within the school grounds. " Despite having slight fear whenever talking to this certain student, you couldn't help but still express your concern. Wednesday didn't give any expression but just stared, " I know you can't help but act on your instincts but.. Just restrain yourself for a few days, since Principal Weems is still recovering and immediate stress can..- " You immediately stopped upon your words once Wednesday's eyes narrowed on you, her glare becoming more stern. You couldn't help but sigh with your own choice of words, " I'm sorry.. I didn't mean for it to sound like an insult.. " 

" I know. " That was all Wednesday said as a reply before she left you in the silence of your classroom.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you looked at your own desk piled with papers. Ever since Larissa was gone for recovery, you immediately took matters in your own hands. From keeping her office clean, to reducing her work load. Love can make you do so many things.. that you even had to sacrifice your own responsibilities just so she could feel at ease. So caught up in your world, you failed to notice the cheerful students voices outside of your classroom, you were piled up in your own work, creating a new source of stress for yourself. And that messy desk of yours was doing all the talk just on how much stress you would have to handle.

..The clock ticks as time passes by, you had failed to greet the Principal's coming. You were checking on the test papers of hundreds of students here in Nevermore, taking occasional glances at the door due to the muffled noises caused by the students. The door opened and closed, this time you didn't want to take off your eyes from the two papers you were holding,

" May I help you, dear? " You said as you scanned the paper with your eyes, thinking the one who entered was a student.

" I hope I'm not disturbing you professor.. " That familiar voice you would never get tired of, it was not a student but none other than Principal Weems herself standing in all of her glory right in front of your desk. Your eyes immediately caught on her gaze, immediately throwing whatever you were doing and standing up to welcome the taller woman. " I thought you were a student, I apologize— I didn't realize..- " you immediately stuttered upon your words but was quickly shushed by her. " There is nothing to apologize for.. " Larissa said as her eyes scanned your messy desk, that smile of hers almost fading at the thought of your workload.

You immediately followed her eyes and couldn't help but fall silent for a moment to try and explain this certain mess. " It's nothing really.. "

" No, dear.. you're overworking yourself. So it is true when the faculty said that you took my responsibilities as a Principal for a certain moment? Goodness heavens, Florere.. " Larissa had expressed her awful concern for you regarding the work load.

" I- "

" Don't do that ever again. "

A heavy sigh escaped the tall woman's lips as she helped you organize your files on the desk. You couldn't help but blush at how concerned the woman must've been for you and how she expressed it softly yet sternly at the same time, because to be honest? When you took the Principal's responsibilities, you swear you could've drowned at the endless emails. There was a moment of silence between you two, just the sounds of shuffling folders and papers was deafening. Finally, Larissa broke the silence..

" I suppose I can invite you to Weathervane? "

" I can't.. "

" I would appreciate to pay you back for your hard work, professor. You need it. " Larissa said softly yet there was a firm determination in her tone. Causing you to pause and process her words for a moment, because in that little head of yours it sounded more of a.. date.

" Hm? " The taller woman hummed as she tilted her head, awaiting for your response.

" Of course.. if.. that's what you want. But really you don't have to- "

" Don't be foolish, professor. " This time, Larissa's tone was firm. It was more of a demand, the usual boss attitude. Making you clear your throat  and nod, because truth to be told? You are indeed a fool. For her.

•••

And here you are, ending up walking alongside Larissa on the way to Weathervane. It wasn't far much of a distance, but considering a breath of fresh air was what you two needed.. afterall, handling young students can be stressful. There was this undeniable comfortable yet awkward silence between the two of you, as you made your way to the Weathervane. Each of you hesitantly trying to find a conversation to spark. Winter had ended recently.. the spring air had came. Nonetheless, it was still pretty cold outside.

" I hope you're not forcing yourself to walk for such a distance.. afterall, you're still recovering, Larissa. " You stated, finally gathering the courage to look at her face upon a conversation. Finding her already staring at you with those 'never tiring to look at' blue eyes of hers.. The taller woman can't help but chuckle at your concern, " I am fully recovered, dear. You should be more concerned about yourself, considering your seeming sleepless state. "

How the hell did she know? ..That you were constantly up and awake at night, was it that obvious? No.. you're sure it wasn't, because you were confident with your make-up skills. My.. she's such an observer. It makes you wonder if she also notices that faint blush on your cheeks everytime she does something that you shouldn't be blushing about. Noticing the way that you're silent, Larissa grew wary of the choice of her words. Before she could even open her mouth to apologize, you immediately interrupted. " You're right. " You chuckled at yourself, snuggling your nose unto the scarf you wore for a moment. Larissa found this habit of yours quite adorable, and she couldn't help but be glad when she shot some realization on you.

Once the two of you arrived at Weathervane, Larissa the oh so gentle woman opened the doors for you to walk on first. The blush on your cheeks returning at the small gesture as your tired eyes raked over the top menu over the bar counter.

" I'd probably get a pumpkin latte, since I'm not much of a coffee person.. you? " You muttered, as you grabbed your wallet from your pockets. In which Larissa's hand found its way to your hands, stopping you from paying your drink. Your eyes immediately met her gaze, the slight confusion and flushed cheeks probably visible..

" Please.. let me pay for your hard work, professor. It's on me. " Larissa winked at the end of her sentence, leaving your mouth completely agape and standing for a moment when she went to the counter to make some orders. Shaking you're head to make you come back to reality, you realized that there were only two available sits since the Weathervane seems to be packed today. Instinctively, you made your way there and reserved the last two sits for both of you. As you sat, just when you thought that ignoring your sleep deprived body was good enough to work for the day, now you felt the effects of your refusal to rest. The sharp migraine coursing through your head suddenly made it hard for you to actually take time and relax.

And after a moment of waiting, Larissa arrived along with your drinks. But upon her arrival, she immediately noticed how your eyes were shut as you frantically rub your temples. " Professor? " She said as her voice was full of concern, making sure the high chair scooted closer to you before she sat down. Making sure she instantly had her hand on your shoulder, to at least provide some comfort of some sort..

" I'm fine.. " You muttered out under your breath, as you blinked rapidly trying to steady your vision. You felt a warm presence and immediately knew that Larissa had a gentle and protective gaze over you as she rubs her thumb on your shoulders, soothing some of your pain out which actually helped. For a moment you felt time freeze as you observed her awfully concerned face, and it also made you distracted away from your migraine.

" We can always come back to Nevermore, if you can't handle your migraine. " Larissa stated. Being a principal who deals a lot of stress, she knows the pain and gestures of someone who has a migraine.

" No, I want to be able to finish my latte. " You immediately chuckled at your own remark, in which Larissa also seems to reply with a small smile, the concern still etching on her face.

" Whatever you say, dear. But keep in mind that I will be helping you regarding.. the stacked files on that desk of yours. "

A/N: I'm not really sure what will come after this so it ended up on this cliffhanger.. [ Academics had flooded my brain. ]

[babyspacekwid]

Astrology Observations and Advice ✨ (TW talks of ED)

From a non professional astrologer who has no idea wtf she’s posting half the time 💕

Chiron 4th house in Capricorn, Your dad may be very hard on you, like a perfectionist dad. Could have also been abusive. Could be the type to comment on your shortcomings. Remember that you are enough as it is, don’t be so hard on yourself, treat yourself as you would a friend. With compassion and kindness. Its okay to make mistakes in life. It’s common to have daddy issues with this placement, so try not to let that affect your love life, this is a personal placement of mine😜 rlly into toxic men, but they ain’t good for me, so let us be aware of that. Don’t take life too seriously, do the serious shit without being too serious about it. Idk if that makes sense but for example, let’s say u got a math test, do the math test seriously, like study and shit but don’t let the stress of it consume you because it rlly ain’t that serious.

Aries moon, especially men y’all’s temper is unregulated af. Ive seen y’all snap at stuff that energy shouldn’t be wasted on, y’all are one of the most emotionally reactive signs I have ever met. Like a ticking time bomb. This moon sign might have experienced a mother figure that was harsh and emotionally neglectful. Very hard on you, wasn’t that nurturing when raising you. The type of mom to tell you to get up and wipe the dust off when you fall and scrape your knee as a kid. y’all gotta delve into those emotions in a healthier manner. Therapy and journaling could be very beneficial. Go to one of those rage rooms where ppl break shit, I feel like y’all would go all out. There’s definitely some pent up anger. This goes for Scorpio moons too, y’all is more internal though, got some deep dark thoughts and intense internal feelings that could easily overwhelm which is why downtime is needed.

Speaking of some Scorpio moons I have met, don’t let your trust issues fuck things up. This a hard placement, y’all feel things so deeply, but just cause one person backstabbed you don’t mean everyone will. Open up to people, trial and error and you’ll find that person. Obviously set boundaries and don’t just trauma dump on everyone you meet, but don’t build an invisible wall as soon as you meet someone. Not everyone is out to get you.

(TW) Taurus risings I’ve met have dealt with some type of eating disorder. Could have had family members or people comment on their weight as a child or just got rlly influenced by the negative parts of social media. Every taurus rising I’ve met has dealt with body issues, y’all are actually so beautiful though, and I’m sorry you don’t hear it often,no matter the size. You guys are also so photogenic, like maybe I’m just the type of person that sees human beings as cute in general but istg y’all could be making the ugliest of faces and I’d still think it’s charming 😭 my best advice would be to stop comparing yourselves, and to learn unconditional love towards your body at every stage it’s at. We’re gonna be 60 and wrinkly anyways, might as well enjoy what it can do for you now!

I have this friend who’s a Capricorn sun and moon, and as a Gemini sun and moon myself I feel so similar to her in like every aspect. Idk if it’s because we’re both born on a new moon, but anyways, this girl needs to learn to open up😭 like hun I wanna be your shoulder to cry on, don’t get me wrong she will vent, and spill the tea, but when the waterworks come out she’d rather isolate. I’m just like naurrrrrr, come back. I might not be comfortable with tears and shit but il awkwardly pat your back and listen to you. Either way y’all don’t be afraid to be vulnerable, you aren’t a burden and you can’t deal with it yourself. Stop trynna convince yourself that you can. Humans are social creatures and our primal instinct is to receive and give love. M

ANYWHOOOO y’all I rlly ain’t that knowledgeable about this shit, I’m rlly going off my friend’s placements (and mine). I am studying astrology tho so maybe one day 🤠 but I got the memory of a goldfish so it might take a while, I appreciate everyone who’s been liking my posts though THANK YOU💕💕💕💕

[f1tasies]

I need to have George finger me right now and tease me i don't care

right? RIGHT?

I feel like him being a perfectionist really adds to the whole experience, cause he WILL not stop until you're satisfied, even if you don't want it.

It's a personal challenge for him sometimes, and if you are the object of his focus, you will receive it all. No compromises.

When you start it's slow and steady, and he doesn't let you touch him until you're screaming his name over and over again. The thing with him is that he is relentless. He's not the kind of guy who will fuck you hard and fast until both of you tire out.

No, he prefers to savor the experience, savor you. He is unbearably patient, because he knows the longer he waits, the better the reward gets. He starts out slow, kissing you, teasing you, whispering extremely sexy things in your ear.

Then, ever so slowly, his long fingers graze your collarbone. You pull him towards you and try to pull his hand lower, to your breasts, but he pushes you back with his other hand, holding up both your hands above your head in his grip. He pins you, and despite your squirming, there is no escape. You sometimes hate how tall he is, but when he kisses you again, you melt into him.

He carefully, carefully slides the straps of your dress to your shoulders, one by one, never letting the hand holding you captive ease up, never letting his attention waver from you. He gently kisses your neck, forcing you to wrap one leg tightly around him. He can't do anything about that, can he? There's only so much of you he can control.

"Feeling feisty tonight, aren't we?" he smiles at you, tracing your cheekbone.

"Well," you mutter, frustrated. You were red all over, blushing from the heat, the anger, and the way he made you feel... "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

He stares at you for a second, and before you know it, your dress is completely on the floor, tugged down by George, and your bra is flung to the opposite corner of the room.

"And I thought I was excited," you whisper, pushing him back to you with your leg.

"I am only human, you know," he releases your wrists, and diverts his attention solely to your breasts. He gently inspects one, caressing it like it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. He locks eyes with yours, and then with that same crafty smile of his, tweaks your nipple until you cry out. He massages it, before taking it into his mouth. When his teeth graze your nipples, your eyes almost roll back. Your hands find themselves in his hair, where you hold on for dear life.

You know for a fact he'd be seeing some marks on you the next day before switching to give your other breast the same treatment. Even when you know what to expect, your knees start shaking when his tongues traces circles over your hardened nipples.

Unable to control yourself, you place a hand on your clit, and start rubbing it, to take the pressure away. But George swats your hand away, refusing your attempts at taking control. He forcefully pins your hands behind your back.

"So impatient today," he shakes his head, disappointed. Without warning, he smacks your ass. "But so am I."

He gets down to his knees now, sucking your hip bone, while his fingers caress your folds, teasing your entrance. He gently flicks your clit, sending shocks down your spine.

His fingers dip into you, without much resistance.

"Look at you. A fucking wet mess," he taunts, pulling them out and putting them in his mouth. He stands up and kisses you, both hands clutching you like you're the most precious thing in his world. Your hands, now free, wander to the vee of his hips. You rake your nails down, feeling the tension of his waistband as you prop it down, when he steps away.

"Ladies first, darling," he reprimands you, taking his belt off. "Now, be a good girl and hold your hands for me."

Begrudgingly, you do as he asks, and he ties them with his belt.

"Look at you, all trussed up."

You do not reply.

He forcefully spreads your legs and pistons his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit slowly.

When your knees start to shake, he increases pressure making you thrash against your restraints.

"George- I can't -" you pant. "I'm going to-"

"Not yet love," he rasps. "Not yet"

"George please I have to-"

His hands slip out of you, and you groan in frustration.

"Beg for me. Beg for my fingers. Beg me to be finished off."

"George please, I need you, I want you to fuck me please I-"

His fingers enter you again and you groan again, this time in pleasure. He had pushed you over the edge, and your orgasm hits you in the face like a truck.

He's kind in the end, removing his fingers and basking in the glory of the state he made of you, and whispering endearments as you come down from your high. He undoes your restraints, letting you collapse on top of him.

"Patience is a virtue, love," he kisses you.

You pull him by the belt loops of his pants. "I'm not here to be virtuous," you whisper in his ears. "I'm here to ruin you." You smirk and get down on your knees, pulling his zipper down.

[faint-kitten]

FK infodumping about Tony Stark in Midnight Suns (spoilers)

Tony.

Tony.

TONY.

Tony stark cannot stop being Tony in this fucking game. ||I taught him magic and his first instinct is to patent it and fucking sell it, and nepo hire me in to run the R&D Division.

I love this run of Tony Stark, because it's very much: Yeah he's a billionaire, he's trying, I know you're trying tony, and you don't get it. Everyone tolerates/likes him because they know he's trying and thinks he means well.

But he's a fucking billionaire. He's like when rich people just want's to be a little guy, hey I'm just a little guy like you! And then he just moves in and he's the worst.

Robbie and Peter start Shop because they want a place where they can get creative together without Know it all perfectionists leaning over their shoulders (Strange and Tony) and tony invites himself in, and proceeds to just run the little guys out because HE feels anxious and HE needs to feel like he's doing something. When you call him out, when Robbie calls out how he bought up a steel mill in his home town and just ruined everyone's jobs there because he never broke ground: Tony reveals he was in a pissing match with Oscorp, he bought it to beat oscorp, then found out the company was going under anyway and decided to cut his losses, and turn it into a PR spin. He fucking didn't know because it made his numbers go up, and everyone cheered, then he had a drink, and fucked off and assumed it would all be okay. He then apologizes saying he's trying to make up for it. This is AFTER telling Robbie and Peter that he liked making things as a kid and no one understood him and that's why he wants to be there. After literally being like: "pfft I can do this better, how hard could it be."

He joins the Midnight Suns and IMMEDIATELY takes over operations and muscles out Blade and Nico and Magik and robbie for control of day to day operations.

He's a fucking big rich prick, who just comes in and fucks it up without thinking about the little guys. He's so up his fucking ass.

There's so many little moments where they charactarize him as a rich guy who's just out of touch with normal ass people. It's so perfect. He can't process the world like everyone else, he can't imagine how they feel because he's so fucking rich and out of it, he can't fucking stop himself from just DOING Billionare shit.

We taught him how to do a little mysticism and he's like: "new department! new products! It's gonna be big. We'll sell it and you're gonna run it." Like, that's not why the Hunter taught you Magic. We didn't teach you magic for capitalism, we taught you because it's what we're fighting, we taught you because you're scared in a spooky house and you said you just wanted to understand, we fucking taught you because you had a mind and wanted to expand it, and were too embarressed to ask Doctor Strange. We taught you because for a BRIEF second you were a human being, and we wanted to help you and be your friend.

Like TONY we're trying to save the fucking world here. Magik invited me to limbo and I helped her with her trauma and she called me her friend. Robbie offered to let me crash on his couch, and meet his brother and hang out with him and Peter. Doctor Strange is learning to get over himself, and realize he's still worth something even if he isn't all knowing and all powerful. Blade and I discuss dealing with our darker halves and urges and made a pact to kill each other if we ever go bad, and he's trying to teach me there's more to life than "The hunt" the caretaker has drilled into my head.

Your idea of 'we're friends now' is making me head of a fucking department. Talking about taking what the Hunter taught you, and turning it into a project, a product, one of HUNDREDS of new ventures he can just piss money away on, get all excited about. One of hundreds of ventures he shits out a week in his excitement and like Peter fucking Molynuex you're pitching it and who fucking knows if it will actually go anywhere?

I love this game's approach to Tony even as it makes me hate him. Like what a way to sympathize with a human being, while also illustrating why rich people can't fundamentally be our friends. ||

The approach of: what if a Billionaire was sympathetic? He's just a little guy trying to do his best to undo his father's legacy, and he doesn't MEAN to hurt everyone's feelings step on the little guy and make billions. Can't you see he's trying soooo hard?

And the game's response is: "Great backstory, you're still a Billionaire."

Even if you turn him down and tell him that's not what magic is for he goes "Np I never take no for an answer :) " Like stop. You're the worst. (for the record, I am praising the game's take on tony, I think the writing, and acting, and themes they're working with are perfectly executed.)

[storytowrite]

hey ml, how are you? 🫶🏻 thought i’d request something if that’s okay?

(i’ve been listening to this song and it gave me a wicked idea)

OT8 skz x 9th Fem!member reader where she argues with the boys and they all ignore her for a while which causes her to get into her head and she starts going a bit crazy? She is filming her solo MV as apart of SKZ-REPLAY and lets all of her crazy/psychotic thoughts out. The boys are told to come into jyp to talk about readers MV (which the boys hadn’t seen yet) and they all sit in shock whilst watching you go on a psychotic breakdown with the most sinister grin on your face?

Hello love ❤️ I really, really like the idea and I will definitely write it. Also I love the song! But please be patience because I have my finals so I’ll probably start writing again after I pass everything.

I’ll tag you anyway.

Kisses 😘

Hello love, As promised I wrote this idea and I hope that you would enjoy reading it. I'm so sorry that you had to wait for such a long time :C but the last week of January when I had my finals was so hard and exhausting that actually I needed to rest from everything. But thankfully I passed everything and now, being on my winter break, I can write more :D.

Anyway, here's the story I really hope you'll like it. Please enjoy and have fun reading it. ❤️

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Title: Happy Face

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2061

Warnings: swearing, mention of mental breakdown, Lee Know is kinda harsh on Y/N

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“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back. 

……………………..

“Ya! Y/N! Stop acting like a fucking child!” Changbin screamed as you ran before him, trampling over his music sheets. “I’m working, don’t you see?!” 

“I’m sorry Binnie! I’m just late and…” You started to explain yourself. 

“I don’t fucking care!” He scoffed. He didn’t like being interrupted in his work and you knew that. Everybody knew. You sighed heavily. 

“I said I’m sorry…” You said with a pout on your face and just left the room. Living with eight men in a dorm as a ninth member was sometimes hard. Especially before the upcoming comeback, when everyone was busy and stressed out. The season was just hectic. 

You arrived at the practice a little bit late. You entered the practice room, being welcomed by a disappointed view of coldfaced Lee Minho. “You are late.” He said harshly. “Why are you always late?!” His voice raised a little, which made you squirm.

“I’m sorry… I got stuck in traffic and…” You started but he didn’t want to listen. 

“I don’t care, Y/N. You should have left earlier then. We were waiting for you for almost 20 minutes! We don’t have this room reserved for long!” Minho was angry. 

“I’m so…” You started but again was interrupted by someone. 

“Okay, no need to actually fight… let’s start the practice again, all right?” Felix said softly and looked at you with a slight smile. “You remember the routine?” 

“Y-yes, I remember.” You answered. 

“Good.” Said Hyunin and turned on the music. “Let’s begin then.” 

The practice was good, but the tension between you and Lee Know was strong. You couldn’t understand what got into him. You did your best and gave more than 100%. You were a perfectionist so you always tried to be better and better.

Dancing with the danceracha was most of the time fun. But this time you couldn’t enjoy it as much as you would like to. Minho was harsh and pointed out each mistake that you made or at least the mistake that he thought you made. 

You were tired. You didn’t know what actually was happening with your body. You couldn’t stay straight most of the time. Your muscles ached and you felt a little dizzy. Your body didn’t want to cooperate with you at all. 

“Minho, I need a break.” You stopped the routine in the middle, panting heavily. “I really have no strength and my body is…” 

“I don’t care Y/N, you said that you remember everything. Just focus and dance again.” He said, rolling his eyes, creally annoyed. “You need to master these movements.”

“No.” You said looking at him. “I will not dance again now, I need a break. I’m tired.” 

“Let me repeat it, Y/N. No one cares that you are tired. We all are! You are messing up the whole choreography. I’m not going to change the routine again, just because you can't focus.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry that I am tired and my body can’t dance properly.” You rolled your eyes, snapping at him. “Maybe if you weren’t a douchebag you are right now and let me take a break just for ten minutes as you did with Hyunjin and Felix I’ll be in better condition to dance once again. I told you, my body…” 

“Maybe if you practised more you wouldn’t be as tired as you are right now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Instead of spending time gossiping around you should come here and practise often!” 

“First of all I don’t gossip! And second of all it’s none of your business what I do in my fr…” You couldn’t finish the sentence since Hyunjin interrupted you. 

“Y/N, just listen to the hyung. He’s right. You are messing up the choreography. And we are as tired as you are of repeating it all over again . You need to focus.” 

“I am focused! And stop interrupting me!” You raised your voice annoyed that Hyunjin is taking Minho’s side. “You both think that I don’t do anything?! I am trying to be as good as you guys are!” 

“Then try harder!” Minho shouted. “It’s not the first time you are messing something up! You are always messing things up! You think being an idol is supposed to be a light job? It’s not a playground Y/N! We are all tired of you and your constant excuses and being fucking tired. If it’s too much then… ”

“I don’t have any excuses! What the fuck you are talking about Minho?!” You were pissed. “I get that everyone is stressed out because of the comeback but don’t yell at me just because you are ruthless fucking douchebag, who thinks that by being mean…” 

“Call me a douchebag once again and I swear I’ll…” He started but you interrupted him. 

“You’ll do what, hm? Hit me?” You looked at him provocatively and Minho clenched his fits. 

“Okay, Allright.” Someone entered the danceroom. “Calm down everybody. Calm down. What’s all this fuss about?” It was Chan, who looked at you and Minho, seeking the explanation. Behind him the rest of the Stray Kids entered the room and looked at the two of you. “Why are you fighting? Everyone in the building can hear you.” 

“Apparently Y/N is once again tired of actually doing nothing.” Minho said venomously. “She doesn’t want to focus and I had to change the choreography too many times and…”

“Apparently Minho is treating me worse than he treats others.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “He doesn’t let me take a break while Hyunjin and Felix rested all the time!” 

“Hey! That’s not true!” Felix and Hyunjin said at the same time. 

“Y/N I told you that you are messing the choreography up and…” Minho started once again.

“And I fucking told you that I’m tired, okay?! Why is no one listening? I have no strength recently and…” You interrupted him. You could feel the tears that formed in your eyes, both because you were pissed and just sad. 

“And that’s enough, watch your tongue Y/N.” Chan said firmly, sighing heavily. He didn’t let you finish your sentence. “Y/N, I heard from the boys that the only thing you've been doing recently is complaining. And I actually observed it by myself. If you need a longer break, we can talk with the managers about the hiatus and…” he looked straight into your eyes. 

“But I don’t want to go on a hiatus! What are you even talking about right now? Why is no one listening? You know what? I’m done for today.” You said, feeling like you were going to cry. You literally felt betrayed but all of the boys. “I need some time alone, ya know? I am done with all of you.” You grabbed your belongings and left the practice room, leaving all the eight men behind you. Nobody even tried to stop you. 

……………………..

A few hours have passed. You took a break and spent some alone time outside the building. You had time to rethink and calm yourself down. Maybe they were right at some point, but at the same time they didn’t listen to what you were going to say. It felt like you were just some kind of burden for them or they were annoyed with you with no further reason. 

After a long while you decided to come back to the JYPE building once again. It was really late and you were sure that no one was even there. You went straight into the danceroom, where you were going to practise. In the upcoming comeback, you not only had the performance with the danceracha but also had your solo song and MV as a part of SKZ-REPLAY. And at this point Minho was right. You had to master everything. 

You took off the hoodie you were wearing and put on the music. The routines weren’t that hard as you thought before. After some time of practising you, being content with the results of your hard work, decided to talk to somebody and share your thoughts. You were still upset with the boys so instead of calling them or your manager, you decided to make an Instagram live. The only people that you could rely on right now were your fans. 

“Hello guys, this is Y/N from Stray Kids.” You greeted your fans with a bright smile on your face. “How are ya?” You asked them and started reading some comments. “Am I in the practice room? Yeah, I’ve been mastering the movements for the new comeback… Uhm.. No, no I’m here by myself.” 

The fans started asking you questions about the comeback, the track and the boys and you tried to answer most of them with a big smile on your face. But it didn’t feel real. After a few more questions your smile started to drop. You didn’t want to show your fans emotions you were actually hiding all day, but eventually the bubble just burst. 

“Y/N is everything all right?” You’ve read out loud as the fans started asking you more serious questions. “Actually… no. Nothing is okay, ya know? I’m tired of being in this band. No, I am fucking exhausted! Don’t get me wrong, the guys…” You started and suddenly smirked looking straight into the camera. “Or you know what? Fuck it. Get me all wrong!” You laughed a little. “Maybe if I say what I’ve been trying to say recently, you’ll actually listen. Because believe it or not, there are people who don’t listen.” You let out the little giggle. But it wasn’t a happy giggle. You were trying so hard not to show the emotions that culminated in your body, that now you couldn't even pretend. 

Your fans started to be more concerned about your mental state. The people who were watching you at that moment were just scared. You didn’t act normal. You smiled at the camera, but there was something in your smile that no one could even name. 

“I’m happy! I’m happy! I’m happy today!... Hey! Put on a happy face!” You sang and started laughing. And your laugh was echoing in the empty room. Everyone who was watching your live was scared. But you didn’t care. The comments have stopped. No one dared to say anything. People were just looking at you but they didn’t know what to do.  

……………………..

At the same time that you were having a mental breakdown in front of thousands of people on the Internet, eight men sat in your dormitory, accompanied by managers, and watched you silently. They were either horrified or concerned, or both at the same time. Mixed emotions consumed them.

They were sure that they were the cause of your breakdown. Recently, they haven’t been very understanding. They didn’t want to listen to your silent cry for help. They were too focused on themselves that they didn’t see that you also had been experiencing a hard time. The instant remorse immediately seized them. 

“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing again, but this time you laughed hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back. 

It was the only thing you added before you truly switched. They looked at your live with horror in their eyes. 

“Hyung… We have fucked things up. We all did.” It was I.N. who dared to speak, breaking the heavy silence. And those words will stay with them for a really long time. 

@ihrtlix

[cayde6feetunder]

i mentioned it in some tags fucking forever ago and I posted about it on twitter but might as well post it here too

"I can't be ableist, I'm [x]" has done so much damage to mentally ill and disabled spaces and or threatens to do so. and unchecked internalized ableism and unchecked ableism as a whole.

i am someone with unsavoury symptoms and conditions. There's no beating the bush about this one. My symptoms are considered ugly and there have been times where I've met people who have been all like, "Support people with unsavory symptoms" but when I actually started hanging out with them they ended up being more ableist than anyone I've ever met.

I have memory issues. On some days I forget things quite literally as they happen to me. There's no guarantee I'd remember what you've said to me. It doesn't mean I don't care, I literally sometimes forget what I was doing three minutes ago. no, I'm not making an excuse, I literally forgot that you were bothered by, say, bugs and it was not intentional. Now I will most likely remember but please don't be bothered if moving forward I ask you to clarify what you're bothered by.

I have issues with my emotions. I struggle to articulate what I'm thinking and feeling. PLEASE ask me to elaborate on things before jumping at me and accusing me of twisting things around or whatever, or inviting conflict, or a thousand other "UM ACTUALLY--"s. And please, PLEASE don't assume things, ASK ME THINGS. Let me speak.

I have issues with anxiety. I often distance myself from 90% of discord servers and even my own friends (even if they don't notice it) because I am deeply terrified that they secretly don't like me or they're seconds from snapping, or they find me annoying, or about a thousand fucking other things that there are times where I feel deeply, deeply ill. It's not that I don't like you; it's that I'm actively struggling with myself and putting forth a lot of effort to make things work on my end.

I have PTSD. That PTSD on top of the anxiety manifests in my fear of old terrible cycles repeating even if they're out of my control. This makes pretty much everything else mentioned way worse. Everything is a CONSTANT WAR within myself. I'm a perfectionist and I feel like even if it's not my fault I convince myself that I did something wrong and I rationalize things that way. There's also the bipolar and the BPD.

I am medicated and learning how to manage these things. But we need to accept that these symptoms are ugly, that while I'm doing my part, I and others like me still deserve grace and tenderness and we do NOT need our own community and/or communities who claim to have the exact same issues treating us like shit, spitting on us, or being in general hypocritical towards us in claiming that they support us but then do everything that seems to state the obvious.

it really is your own people sometimes. and it shouldn't have to be.

and whenever i try and say things like this I have people telling me I'm "DODGING RESPONSIBILITY," no I'm not, you cannot assume such things of me when you're only seeing me talking about a very real issue that I and many others face.

Stop reblogging and posting about how much you love and support "unsavoury" symptoms and conditions but then turn around and treat those very same people like absolute shit.

And don't get me started on how autistics like to treat other autistics just because their autism happens to be different.

I'm sorta fuzzy so it's super hard to really articulate or parse together what I'm trying to say properly but I hope what I'm trying to say comes across. Ableism within disabled and mentally ill communities fucking suck. Learn to actually care about and support people with symptoms and conditions you can't romanticize.

[mountmortar]

Highschool perfectionists, hearing a college student be excited over making a 50 on the final: "Wow, these students are horrible, I will never be like them." That same student after the college experience: "The class average for exams is consistently in the 30s range can I PLS be above average and pass with a 50 to keep a 90%" 🫡 I feel you SO hard, that was me fighting to get a B in one of my courses. Congrats, and I wish you all the best!

HAHAHAHA THANK YOUUUUUUU <33333 My final is next week and it's like. Hoo boy. C'mon. All I need is a 50 (well. Probably one or two points higher but I'm not stopping to calculate the exact average right now LMAO) and I'll still pass the class with a C, which is the bare minimum that I need to move on to the next class. Ideally I would LIKE to keep my overall B- in the class but I will absolutely settle for the bare minimum. I don't even care. I was a high school perfectionist for the first two years of it before being like "You know what. I'm tired of getting gray hairs at 15/16 years old" and settling more into the motion of going with the flow. Like, really hard. Two semesters ago I had to take a statistics class (which happened to be a night class as well) and the final was scheduled from 8:10-10:10 at night, which already had me like "hrrgh fuck this". I spent the entire semester not paying a damn bit of attention and screwing around on my laptop, showed up for the final (which was all word problems), and man. When I tell you I didn't fully read a single problem on that test I swear to god I'm not joking. I skimmed through the numbers in every question, weighed the answers for maybe half a second, and pretty much chose all my answers by going "yeah, that one sounds right". Somehow, I got an A- on the exam and an A for the class overall. Flabbergasted the fuck out of me.

But unfortunately "going with the flow" is NOT a strategy I can use when it comes to calculus because I have to study overtime for the actual math problems to compensate for the fact that my brain will, most of the time, just physically refuse to process word problems, and the fact that these word problems are asking me to visualize a picture to build equations out of is even worse. I would have a better time if it was something I was actually interested in, but as it is, I get hit with questions like "A North-South highway intersects with an East-West highway at P. An auto crosses P at 10:00AM, traveling East at 20mph. At the same instant, another car is 2 miles North of P, traveling South at 50mph. Find the time they are closest to each other." and it's like man if you wanted me dead you could just say so....

[jeonbunnie]

leave me lonely

pairing: reader x park jimin

anon requested: “hi there how about a angst and smut fic based on leave me lonely by ariana 🖤”

summary: you decide to end things with your fwb

genre: angst; smut; fwb; 18+; pwp

soundtrack: leave me lonely— ariana grande ft. macy gray

content/warnings: fuckboy!jimin; swearing; POV shift; soft!dom jimin, dirty talk, unprotected sex

a/n: anon you ne we specified which member so I decided to write it for jimin, I hope that’s okay! not beta’d btw

word count: 1.2k

♪ You’re a dangerous love. Maybe you’re no good for me darling ♪

“I hate it when you leave,” you said, clutching the bedsheets to your naked chest. 

Jimin glanced at you over his shoulder with a sultry smile. “But you love to watch me go, right?”

You couldn’t argue with that, stealing another glance at ink his on his naked body as he pulled on a pair of pants. This thing between you had been going on for a couple of months now, and you’d never tired of the sight of him. However, that wasn’t what you meant. 

I hate it when you leave.

A chill ran down your spine when you thought of your last words. You startled yourself with the truth, but it was the truth. As your afterglow faded and you returned from your high, a clarity struck you like no other.

You needed to break things off with Jimin.

As you watched your lover dress, the words came tumbling out: “I think we should end this.” 

It’s more instinct than forethought. Your timing couldn’t have been worse. Hell, you were still naked in bed. Shouldn’t you have been more composed at the end of your relationship? 

Could you call it a relationship? When the only time you spent together was in hotel rooms having mind-blowing sex?

Jimin laughed at your words as if you were telling him a joke, “And here I was under the impression that tonight’s affair was already over? Or is this your coy way of asking for another round?”

As much as you hated to admit it, the question made you falter.

You spent all afternoon letting him tease you and take you apart. Ever the perfectionist, Jimin was never pleased until he had you dripping wet. Only after making you come twice did he finally take you, sinking into you with a sweet sigh as he arched your back and pressed you into the mattress.

Jimin always knew how to give it to you just right. Delicious slow strokes that made you pant had you fisting the sheets as he took you from behind. You could never get enough of how good it felt to have him inside you—the thick stretch of him as he pushed you past your limits. Every inch of Park Jimin was satisfying. He was so good; every roll of his hips had you losing your mind.  

And that’s why it was so hard to let him go. 

“I have to stop having sex with you.”

“You want to stop?” Jimin’s full lips lifted into a smirk. “That’s not what you were telling me earlier.”

You feel yourself flush at the memory of you begging Jimin to keep fucking you until you couldn’t even think straight.

“Don’t stop. Please, please, Jimin, I need it.”

“I know, baby. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” 

“Go on, give it to me,” he cooed, his honeyed voice almost cloying with his tone so sweet, even as he pounded into you. 

It’s embarrassing, how desperate he made you. Even now, you could hit the thought of you together.

“I’m serious,” you said. Though really, you were still trying to find the strength in your conviction. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Jimin threw on a white T-shirt, eyeing you with a cocked eyebrow. “Doing what?” 

“Watching you walk away.” 

Your arrangement was based on convenience: Mutual satisfaction with no feelings involved. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t yours. Park Jimin wasn’t your type anyways. 

Ever the charmer and the showman, you were convinced you’d never fall under his spell. No, the men you ended up loving were strong, silent types. With them, you never knew when your heart would fall. Playing that game was risky, and you almost always lost.

So you picked someone you believed you could never fall for. Being with Jimin felt safer. It was more comfortable stealing kisses in the night with the known heartbreaker knowing nothing more would come of it besides straight pleasure.

Jimin softened your words. He came to you, sitting at the edge of the bed as he cupped your face in his palm. “If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask.” His thumb brushed across your cheek, Jimin’s touch just as tender as his words, and that same tenderness made you want to run away. 

Jimin could be rough in bed, relentless even, often claiming you with a brutal pace that had you gasping and trembling under him. He could be lewd with his tongue, purring into your neck about how you were such a good little slut, his filthy praise pushing you over the edge as his thick cock hit your g-spot. But afterward, he would always take care of you. Wrap you in his arms and pull into his warmth. 

Sex with Jimin was always wild, but the aftercare was soft caresses and sweet kisses as you drifted to sleep. 

It felt a lot like love. 

You weren’t in love with Jimin. What you shared was pure, unfiltered lust. You knew that much. But in moments like these, you knew that you could love him.

And for a minute there, when his warm body left your side, you felt the need to have him near. You knew that you would want him to stay one day, to keep him for yourself. 

But Jimin wasn’t a love to be tamed—he was dangerous. 

Playing with Jimin was like playing with an open flame. How long could you hold your hand over the fire before you got burned? Or worse? If you kept this up, you were sure the flame of his love would consume you, burn you inside out till all that was left of your heart was ashes. 

“And if I ask you to leave and never come back. . .Could you do that?”

Jimin blinked, surprised. And for a second, it almost looked like your request hurt him. But then his expression shifted into the laissez-faire smile you knew all too well.

He dropped his hand from your cheek. “So it’s over? Just like that?”

“I don’t think we’re very good for each other.”

“I thought that was the point?”

The opposition to your attraction was supposed to give you free rein: no ties, no binds, no real relationship. And no expectations—least of all, the expectation of staying.

“This is good, “said Jimin, reaching out to take your hand. “We’re good. You’re good for me.”

“Well, maybe you’re not good for me, Jimin. Have you ever thought of that?” you snapped.

Jimin slipped his hand from yours, and you winced at the ache the lack of contact left behind. “Sorry. . .” You said, voice breaking.

“One way or another, this was always going to end for good, right?” You’d instead end it now, before this feeling, this need for him could get any worse. You’d rather be lonely than risk the pain of love.

“Is that what you want?” 

“Yes.”It was the best decision, even if you couldn’t look him in the eye as you made it. Still, you could see his jaw clench as he steeled himself against your words.

“Fine, then,” said Jimin, running his fingers through his long brown locks. “I’ll leave and never come back.”

He doesn’t need much to cross the room and finish dressing. But the silence of his movements took up all the space in the room, making minutes feel like hours.

“Just remember you asked for this, (Y/n).” 

You can’t help but look up when you hear the door click open, searching for something in the look he casts behind. Something more than a goodbye. 

But there’s nothing there. All you see is the broken look in Jimin's eyes and the door closing behind him. 

“You—not me.”

[danieyells]

Romeo is so pathetic (affectionately) I can't take any of his threats seriously lmao.

He is just so... all bark, no bite, it makes me wanna be mean to him sooo bad. He will try to make money from almost anything, Taiga suggest butchering and selling Ritsu and he backs off. He chases Kaito with his shotgun... filled with nothing but smoke bombs, nothing (ghoul)damaging. His underlings dont care when he threatents to shove one of them under a truck for insurance.

Now, the nsfw thoughts. He is sounds just so whiny, it brings the sadist in me out. Like, he gives me the vibes that he would complain endlessly in bed. That its too slow, too fast, too little, too much... Tying him up and overstimulating him until he stops complaining and cries... He feels too prideful to beg, but one can dream.

Like, I get why Taiga likes him so much, he is just so biteable, probably sobs so prettily too.

I GET WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT HIS THREATS ARE EMPTY maybe it's just my wishful thinking but i'd like him to be a threat lol. Like we know he has no problem locking up Kaito, so we know the 'strip you and put you in a cage' threat is legitimate. And surely people wouldn't be so loyal to him if he was all talk--although they may also be loyal because he runs the casino. And he can't really shoot you close range because his sniper is a glorified grenade launcher because, in his own words, he shoots bombs, not bullets. Like yeah he only brought smoke bombs that day--he wasn't going on a mission so why bring actual explosive rounds or something useful? And according to Taiga he does actually fire off his gun all the time, and it can't possibly only ever have smoke bombs in it.

Although since he ains to capture his targets alive they presumably aren't explosives that'll kill you. . .or at least they won't kill anomalies. Humans, however, are fragile.

"I shoot bombs, not bullets!" I think that is genuinely worse and more dangerous depending on the nature of the bomb, Romeo

But he hates getting his hands dirty--Taiga and their underlings are responsible for the hardcore messy stuff, he's content to snipe from the back and lead from the shadows. And even then he cringes away from when something bloody has to be done--just seeing Taiga kill and eat an anomaly made him cringe. On the other hand, there's a chance he doesn't want Taiga to go gutting anybody because they're already on probation and he knows about Article 78. The last thing he needs is for Taiga(or both of them!) to get imprisoned to make them money--there are other ways. No need to go to extremes before they have to.

And I think the Sinostra students did care about the threat! That's why the pc said they figured the casino would be open as usual--because everyone started working harder lol

BUT YEAH NO HE IS ABSOLUTELY A BITCHY PILLOW PRINCESS. I think he has the capacity to dom, he'd have to really like someone to let them be in control, but when he lets someone else on be in charge he is such a fuckin bitchy perfectionist. Complains so much you just wanna gag him or choke him til he shuts up. He'll complain about that too of course, but he might enjoy being put in his place. Taiga certainly doesn't bother with it.

Just a demanding brat. I don't think he'd cry easily but he'd definitely cry sooner than he begs unless he really, REALLY trusts you. And even then the natural response of tears might come first. Curse the absolute shit out of you, threaten you(mostly empty this time), but that means you're doing a good job. I bet he looks pretty when he cries too. Looks pretty, sounds pretty, and if you tell him how pretty he is even like that he gets all proud of himself because of course he's pretty. Do you know how hard it is to look pretty when you're getting choked and fucked raw? Not that he's putting on an act, he is just naturally pretty under all circumstances.

He is an absolute perfectionist and he wants things just how he wants them. And he will complain all throughout unless it's perfect. Ignore him, defy him, keep his mouth busy however you want, mock him--he'll complain when it's over too. About your performance, about being in pain or discomfort, about marks and mess. You really can't escape hearing him bitch and moan unless you've completely worn him out. And even then he might still have a few gasps and whines for you unless he is totally drained.

Unlike Taiga I don't think he's particularly masochistic but. . .I think he could get into it. As long as you have anomalous medicine on hand to clear up any bruises and aches you give him. Every single time he says "just this once" but he still lets you do it again and again. . . .

[hrts4hanniehae]

hi! i just came across your profile and read your imagines, they were awesome and I loved to read them <3

I also came across "seventeen's matches" and was quite interested in it! (if you're free so—) my mbti usually ranges between enfj or entj (the percentages are like 51:49 so); i've recently been obsessed with cakes— my friends say that I'm a very smart and wise person (i beg to differ), I strive for academic validation and am always on the lookout for new hobbies, i kinda give out the "perfect student" vibes but I just really want to do and excel at everything i try, I have perfectionist tendencies but I also understand the fact that failure is a part of life and try not to dwell on it much, 'm prone to procrastination when i feel like I can't put in the due efforts (not to mention that I believe i do most things very half-heartedly), I haven't found my passion yet, i just like doing things as they come and trying them out one by one! I am also good at understanding if people have dual intentions after interacting with them and I'm rarely wrong. Recently, I've trying to better myself and bring discipline into my life and I became a carat around "hot" era because being for real, that mv was fucking marvellous. i listen to every type of songs (leaving heavy metal, emo and songs along those lines), I'm not very good at differentiating btw genres but, "fighting", "as it was", "anyone", "snow on the beach" are few of my favorite songs! i also like dark/light academia, cutesy along with elegant (classy?) aesthetic the most. and oh yeah! i also tend to have both tomboyish and girly girl tendencies (tomboyish a tad bit more) and honestly, i try to give out a calm yet intimidating aura (bcz of which my friends say that I seem unapproachable at times). and it's slightly hard for me to get close to people or fully open up to them so yeah... that's it! i hope i didn't ramble on and it's not too much.

thankyou so much for reading all that 🥺🩷 hope you have a great day! <3

Hi! Thank you for the request, @nishloves!

I would match you with…

Kim Mingyu!

Honestly, I was torn between two people, but ultimately I decided on Mingyu.

I feel that in terms of MBTI, you would both be very compatible. Mingyu would also be the type to wholeheartedly support your hyper fixations or new hobbies, cheering you along as you enjoy yourself. In terms of academic validation, I feel that Mingyu would understand your need for it, but also stop it when it begins to hurt you. As an idol, he understands human’s burning desire for perfection. He will slowly accustom you to the fact that nobody can be perfect and that you’re already doing great. “There’s no need to strain yourself for perfection when you’re already perfect in my eyes.”

Mingyu would be the one to help you overcome procrastination. He knows the pain of hard work, but he also knows what will happen without it. If you asked him to, he would help you with your discipline, but he wouldn’t agree to scold you. I think he would be patient in helping you overcome your struggles.

I think Mingyu wouldn’t 100% be into the same music as you but would listen to them with you to better understand you. I think having someone who wants to listen and understand you is very important in helping you to open up to others. He would definitely hype up your style and try to match outfits with you. Y’all are a classy couple. (Yk those classy couple outfit tiktoks, yeah like that.)

I feel like your trope would be Golden Retriever (Mingyu) x Golden Cat (You). 

Thanks for requesting!

[ac1d6urn]

How To Rite Gud [Fic]

aka fiction stages, a summary

A bit of introductions first: I am a writer in a now-obscure fandom (what can I say, I am boring and consistent). I have a perfectionist streak, therefore I take notes on how to be better and even try to follow them. I have been reading fan-fiction since the last century. I have even written a few since the beginning of this one. Let me summarise what I wish I’d known about writing back in the day. Namely: How To Rite Gud (Fanfic or not.)

To write well, first, we need to start somewhere and document the scene and the mood, no matter how brief or unpolished. (Because this is a fandom I know, I'm going to jump straight into an old school controversial tumblr ship as an example. Ready? Set? Go!) (Ohnoes!)

Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual and oddly arousing. The other man exhaled and realised that he wanted Harry as well.

All right, so. Now we have a starting point. We have conflict. And we have some semblance of character progression. But wait, we're not done (I've read a lot of drafts as 'done', trust me! But how do we go beyond that?)

First things first. At the first pass-through at our rough draft, we will need to choose one protagonist, the one that will learn from the scene the most. Once we do so, we will stick to that point of view. In this case, we are choosing Harry, so that means he cannot see what's on the other side of the door or what is going on in Snape's mind. He can try to guess it or wish for it instead.

Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual, and oddly arousing. Behind the door he heard a sigh. Perhaps Snape felt the same? That couldn't possibly be true. 

All right then, all fixed! Easy enough. Onward.

The next step is to 'show not tell', in terms of emotion. The aim is to identify and remove every direct mention of how the protagonist is feeling (”angry”, “aroused”). We can show or hint at it instead, or we can project his feelings onto guessing how others feel, but Harry has to be the one doing the guessing or the admitting or the denying. In short, let's play a never-ending game of skirting around how the protagonist truly feels as described in one word, but show or hint at it instead with Harry's actions, urges, or dialogue. We'll leave the reader with the satisfaction of discovering the rest since that is one fun part of reading. Ready?

Harry slammed the door. He thought of kicking it for good measure. Snape's snide remarks were about as welcome as a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, but there was something else, an odd and guilty visceral thrill, unimportant and untimely. Behind the door, he heard a sigh. Snape? What were the odds of Snape understanding how Harry felt: wrestling with being a freak? Impossible! No one would understand.

Now then. Better?  A bit. We're still not done.

Afterwards, we're going to expand and put anything that can become dialogue, a sound, or direct thought in that format. (Begone, ‘guilty visceral thrill’!) Harry (in denial as an unreliable narrator) is quite a bit of fun to play around with. This is also a good stage to add detail: where are they during this scene? Let's say the dungeons. Snape's domain. Dramatic enough?

Bang!

Harry slammed the door so hard that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. That lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect! But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark. It's not like the arsehole was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, waiting to rile him up. 

Prick!

He leaned forward against the door and pressed his forehead against the polished oak. The boards felt cool.

Someone sighed, right on the other side of the door.

Wait, what was that? Not Snape, surely, can't be. What were the odds? 

What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. No one ever does.

All right, now we're onto something. But we're not done quite yet. Challenge accepted? (Y/Y? Of course!) What we're after now is parsing through the draft with a fine-tooth comb, leaving behind no script of the protagonist 'doing things'. This means: no movie script; it turns into a personal real-time diary instead. (The "I am/he was doing the dishes" becomes "the water is too hot; I have to get a new sponge soon"). We are after the direct stream of consciousness, which means precision and detail, no ambiguity. Dialogue works, direct quotes work, immediate thought, concrete detail in recollection of memories or in current setting, anything! Please be creative with 'accuracy' of dialogue or any turns of phrase if it’s true to the protagonist’s stream of thoughts. Grammar rules be damned. Misconceptions, misunderstandings, and lying to oneself or others, depending on the character, is a fact of life. This is the perfect time to inject that into the narrative.

"- of all the times to act like a child!"

"Wait a second, I am not the immature arsehole here!” You absolute twat!

"Oh? Isn't it past your bedtime, Professor Potter?"

Oh, so be it! I’ll bite. "Fine! So what if it is?"

"Mr Potter, for once in your perfect, predictable --"

What's that, you arse? It was so easy to let go. Simply let go of everything. Of the door as well.

Bang! The door slammed so perfect and so satisfying, right in the middle of Snape's smug tirade that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. His lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect. But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark by pointing out the missing bits. It's not like the meddling git was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, just waiting to stab him in the back and twist the paring knife for good measure. 

Prick!

Pressing his forehead against something, anything, like the polished oak of the door, felt like a necessity, something to stave off the headache. The boards felt cool. Stable. Breathe in, breathe out. Right then.

Wait! What was that?

Someone sighed on the other side.

Not Snape, surely, can't be. What are the odds? 

What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. He wouldn't even think twice about tonight, hell, he already forgot about it. Did Snape even care? Was it all for nothing then? Their stumbling, stammering, starlit walk back from Hogsmeade. The Astronomy Tower, that slow twist and turn of the telescope as Snape's fingers hovered over Harry's, just for a second, and withdrew, with a nervous twitch...

Screw this. I'm going home. I quit!

So, we're onto something now. The last task is to tweak a few bits. The 'Sunday brunch' may become an 'afternoon tea party'. Italics-as-direct-thought is still off. The class, a Defense class (since Harry is kicked out of what seems like Snape’s Potions classroom.) The pacing is on the right track, the details intrigue us, the conflict is still there. We are getting somewhere. The emotions, the decision, the character progression in this scene (Do you still think I’m a child? -> I am done with you!) is complete. Whew.

And now you know the process. One scene down, a few more to go! (Onward!)

Honestly, this is how 1K drafts become 100K novels. The winning formula seems to be: one protagonist -> in denial with hints at deeper emotion (no explaining feelings) -> with thoughts and dialogue and bias on glorious display -> stream of consciousness controls everything else and all the surroundings or all action is filtered through it. ("The hinges squeaked and the light within was blinding and warm" instead of "he opened the door".) Needless to say, ease up on the plot twists, since writing this way is about x10 word count of whatever you’re expecting right now.

P.S. I've been told to 'finish the fic' already. I don't know what to say, it's a product of three short sentences and one evening and I have way too many drafts. So I'm sharing something better: a formula for making any three sentences into a functional scene. May it unblock you in your next draft. Please write something wonderful.